Creative Writing: Homeless

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It was a rainy and humid afternoon. Alexia had just walked home from school. She was soaked from top to bottom as if she had gone for a swim in their backyard pool. Her dark black makeup ran across her face, making her look more emo than she already was. She stumbled in from the front door with the same frowning look on her face as always, and yelled, " I'm home!" David called from the kitchen,and asked if she was hungry. Alexia, as usual, ran upstairs and "banged" her door shut. Most fathers of teenage girls would not tolerate that, but David knew how much Alexia had gone through. He casually made his special spaghetti and meatballs as he does every Tuesday and turned on the T.V. Alexia, who couldn't resist the smell, took the plate of …show more content…

He patiently asked her to wash the dishes. She responded by saying that she had homework, and went back upstairs. A couple seconds later, her door banged shut again. It was a typical night for the Stewart family. Alexia dropped herself on her bed which was too small for her. Her room was pitch black except for the light of the moon that shone on the picture frame Every single night Alexia's last step before sleeping would be to take one long good look at the picture. It reminded her how much she missed her mom. Before she knew it, she would be passed out like a baby. David washed the dishes, switched off the lights, and slowly headed to Alexia's room. He quietly opened her door, tiptoed up to Alexia, and kissed her Goodnight. He then turned off her lamp. A tear ran down his face. On a normal morning, Alexia was woken up by the sound of rain. This morning she realized that it was awfully quiet and that it didn't smell like eggs and bacon. She just ignored the fact and got ready for school. Slowly making her way down to the kitchen, she realized that her father hadn't made breakfast like every other morning. Ready to fight, she turned around to look for her father, and that was the moment that everything …show more content…

The lady told her to calm down and that help is on the way. Alexia ran her fingers through her hair sat on the couch with her elbows on her knees at a 90 degree angle, holding her head. She wanted to cry, but she had cried so much in the past that all her tears had dried up. All sorts of thoughts were going through her head. The one that stuck out the most was that she couldn't lose the only person she had in her life. Right when Alexia started to tear up, she heard the ambulance siren followed by a loud knock on the

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