Edmunds Elementary School - Burlington, Vermont

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(A Writing Piece from Language Arts) 

"I Want To Go Home"    By Faeth   11/28/07

      “Run! Run!” she shouted. A fifteen year old girl with long brown hair, a tattered tee shirt, and jeans with holes in them was running. Her brother was running beside her. He was 10. He had blond hair, a pair of tattered jeans, and no shirt.  It was cold outside. The girl’s name is Alice and the boy’s name is Clint. Everything had been fine before this. What was Mom going to think of this?

      It was mid-day and Alice had lied to her mom, saying she was out with friends, and Clint was coming with her. But the truth was that she had no friends. She lied a lot.

      They walked into the drug store.   Alice wanted nail polish and gum.  Clint wanted sport magazine. Alice looked around but she did not notice a surveillance camera anywhere.  She stuffed the items into her tattered backpack with holes in it. Clint did not have a back pack.  He just carried his books to school. Alice noticed some girls from her school and she saw them giggling. She thought they were talking about her. She felt like crawling into a hole and never coming out. As they walked towards the door, suddenly Alice heard a glass bottle smash on the ground. She looked back and saw the red nail polish spreading all over the maroon rug.  The cashier started walking towards them and they started running out the door.     

        The sole of Alice ’s shoes flapped on the hard pavement. Clint started to cry, “Oh shut up you, big baby!” Alice shouted. 

        After a minute the cashier stopped chasing them. So they stopped running. Clint noticed a tear dripping down Alice’s eye. “Now you’re crying,” Clint teased.

            “I’m not crying.  It's just cold outside” she murmured. Alice sat down on the cold wet curb. Her leg was pressing against the freezing cold curb. The street light was flickering. She felt like running away from home and never coming back. She knew Mom was going to be mad. She had done this a few times before and never got caught. She hated feeling like a criminal.