Sahaira Duron
Joined May 2018
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A Broken Childhood
There was a yellow school that began turning on my road that was a little cracked and appeared to look bleak. I noticed this whenever I rode the bus right into what was my home. This particular place had walls the color of the sun and the ceilings the color of stop signs. Well I couldn’t wait to get to tell my mother something very important. As the bus came to a stop, I began skipping down the black narrow aisles. The next thing I know was that I sitting on white tiled kitchen counters while consuming a barrel of cheese balls. After I brushed cheese dust off my blue jeans and my pink butterfly shirt, I found my mother in her usual grey sweats and brown t-shirt as she was lying in her bed.
By Sahaira Duron6 years ago in Families