Creative Writing: Get Rid Of The Cloud

Get Rid Of The Cloud

“Hello, this is from snowfall elementary school, I am your wards Math teacher, called to inform you that she is way behind in her math class and she needs some serious help to graduate to middle school. So I request you to take immediate action to the problem Thank you.” It was my teacher, I knew it, my mother’s expression defined it.Her expression was evident that she will shout at me, but “It’s okay, let’s fix it” her answer was surprising Her teaching sections were inspiring, made me feel to achieve something more, to strive to get the best of life. I needed help in my classes, took time to understand topics taught in class. Needed time to get the full meaning of each word I learned or read, but my sister didn’t need

I did not want to hurt him and did not want to see him crying, so I decided to throw him slowly in the dumpster. Notwithstanding all the consequences that I have to face when I my mother realizes that the baby was busy. Only one thing was in my mind, to get rid of him.I was waiting for the time, to rise the sun in my life again. ”Hey, I should leave for somthing. Something important and grandma is coming with me so I need you to take care of your brother and sister, I believe you, any trouble, call me,got it.“ My lips turn into a curl, with all the enthusiasm I have I said ”Sure.“ Yes, whatever I desired it came to me, I did not need to go in search for it. For a sad girl this is life’s the best moment in her life. As, soon as they fell, some energy passed through my spine the energy to throw him away. I made sure everything is going well, made sure my sister is reading or busy and made sure her window is closed as she can see the

It was a breeze and dark outside. I did not want to kill him, it is just because I need my mother back, I want the sunshine in my life back, he is the cloud which hides my sun so I just want to get rid of the cloud. I walked very carefully, made sure even a fly could not hear me. Took the baby out with my both hands under him, it was hard but perfect action happened. Slowly made sure on my sister one more time, then slowly walked to the door. Did my actions very silently, reached the dumpster, but something forced on me delay the action, it was the wind, the voice of the wind, which always made me freeze from my tip to toe, but at the same speed heat rushed through me, making me force to do the action. The dumpster, which was as tall as me but was smaller than me. I slowly stood on my tip toes, raised my hand into the dumpster, I released my three fingers, but then ”How dare you?“ The voice is familiar, it is very close to my heart, it was my sister. I was ready to say something, but I forced myself to not to speak.” I didn’t think you would do this, dull-witted, you don’t have the knowledge of one year-old.“ ”But, I sought revenge“ ”for what, because of your jealousy“ ”It isn’t