A Little Bit Longer

Hi Kim, I just wanted to tell you a little bit about my story. I got sucked in when I was 21. At the time I was already having a crisis of faith. On top of that I became incredibly disillusioned with college. I was in the wrong major but at the time it just felt like my life was going nowhere. I prayed to God whom I didn 't even know if I believed in, and the rest is history. They were the first people to come along and I was so weak at the time I could be swayed whatever way the wind blew. I had

started when I was about seven years old. Growing up I never got along with my siblings, I think it’s just a natural thing for little kids. So instead of becoming close with a sister or brother I became really close with my cousin named Danielle. On the inside saying her name kills me a little bit every time because she was my everything growing up. They say it’s easier for little kids to get attached to something or someone then it is for adults, and I surely believe that. Danielle lived in Florida which

heart dropped. I hated crayons. I hated the way they colored so unevenly and those little grainy white spaces that are formed on the paper when you use them were the bane of my four-year-old existence. Even back then, I was a perfectionist. I believed in coloring inside the lines. I believed in coloring in one direction and I believed in uniformity, so imagine my horror when I looked to my left and saw the little girl beside me coloring her frog with eight different colors. Or the boy across from

She stuck to that silence for the rest of her existence. She was born to a family who lived off the coast of the world far away from any major civilization. Living off the crops they sowed, rarely any profit was ever made. Though her years numbered little, Silva smiled day to day, knowing in

her house. Surena was having a panic attack because she couldn’t get out of the chair. She was coughing and she couldn’t breath, she was even crying. “Help! Someone help me!” Surena tried to yell but there was too much smoke around. Then she saw a little figure coming into her mother’s room, it was Bell… “Belle get out of here! Out!” Surena yelled. Belle wouldn’t move, she came over to Surena and started to tug on the rope. Eventually Belle managed to get Surena untied out of the chair. Belle looked

cup down and screams “DON 'T YOU LIE TO ME, THEY HAVE BEEN TELLING ME WHAT YOU’RE DOING BEHIND MY BACK!!”. I shrink back against the closed door bracing myself for what I know is about to happen. I shrink back hoping to spare myself for just a little bit longer in order for me to find an escape. I was accustomed to the beatings but I still did hope to spare myself some wounds this morning. My body was covered in the wounds that she has inflicted and no matter how much I would beg her to stop she wouldn’t

Following her as she departed, I noticed some of the other tables had filled up and that more than a few of the teenaged girls were either discretely sneaking glimpses or just flat out staring at us… although, some of them looked away when I looked in the direction and… dammit. Or, of course, it was me they were looking at; as if I was the new attraction at the zoo or something. “I can’t believe you’re still associating with that Troglodyte, Sissy. I didn't get a chance to tell you, but believe

Ever feel like that no one understands you, or what you are going though? I felt like that for a while. Then I met my uncle Brandon Buttry. The kid actually understood how I felt, he had been though similar things. As if that wasn’t good enough, he was known as the type of person who would always brighten your spirits up. About a lifetime ago, the first time I met the Buttry clan, I was the outcast. Truthfully most of the kids took their time in warming up to me. Honestly, I doubt they even wanted

servant, known as a maid of all work, often a young girl 'rescued ' from the local workhouse. They had the most gruelling job of all, as they had to do all the chores for the house, often working from 6 in the morning until 10 at night, with very little time off. This was around the 1800’s In households like the George’s, there were normally a few servants working together. Despite this, the work was still demanding. That was until his seventh child was born. Arabella was a sweet and gentle child

like feet. “What are you doing up so late Taylor?” my curious sister laney asked. “Yah what are you doing up I have to get up early tomorrow?” my brother John whispered. “Just go back to bed!” I demanded. They tossed and rolled around for a little bit but finally settled down. I finished making my way outside to get some water from the well. When I realized that my family and I were all alone out here in the country,a shadowy figure was approaching. I quickly ran inside and hurried to wake my