The Rent: A Short Story

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“What happened?” Sarah concernedly asked as dad came into the house with his eyes watering looking as if he was going to cry and his face red. “Nothing happened, I was just thinking about our money and what we are going to do about the rent, I just don’t know what to do anymore.” he said as he started to shed a tear. My brother, sister, and I just looked at dad in such surprise since we had never seen him cry before. Then we heard the dog barking and a strange knock at the back door and wondered who could it be at 9:00 in the night. We all walked through the kitchen wearily and crowded at the back door when someone knocked on the door again. Dad wiped the tear from his eyes and opened the door. “Hello Mr. Stanson; you must be very cold in this rain, would you like …show more content…

So I opened the door and the dog probably thought the money was food and snatched it from my hand and started to chew and nibble on it.” “Is everything alright, who’s yelling?”Mom asked. “This boy let the dog chew up the money for the rent.Now we’re going to get kicked out of the house and we’re going to be homeless.” dad cautiously said hoping that Mr. Stanson wouldn’t hear. “Knowing this town we also might even be dead if some white people looking for trouble see a black man and his family wondering around with their stuff.” “Oh no what are we going to do now our rent is do today at 12 o’clock this morning ?’’ said mom nearly passing out. “I, I, I need to sit down. I need a seat.” As she went to the couch to sit down every one looked at the clock to see that it was 11a.m. “What are we going to do we only have an hour to make 700 dollars. Then the people will come and we will get kicked out because we don’t have the money.” Mom panicked as she got up and started to pace back and forth even though the looked like a dog running back and

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