Novels by Miss_Elated03

“ I think there's some flour at the back. Can you go check the storage room?” Adrian asked of Balmoh.“ Sure, there's a key there right?” He nodded answering himself, heading to do as his brother had requested.“ So, who owns this bakery?” I muttered my question aloud. I woke up earlier than I usually did, thanks to Dera's shrieks of excitement. Dragging me along with them, we came to a locked bakery. They had the keys and got in without any problems. When I tried asking what we were doing here, Aghan responded rather cryptically. For all I know, our presence here involved what our donations towards the food bank will be. Nothing more, nothing less. How helpful.“ It belonged to our parents and now we own it,” Dera answered cheerfully, still excited.Meanwhile, I was rooted to the spot, frozen in shock. This was the first time I heard any of them talk about their parents. I was starting to think they didn't

“ WHO ARE YOU?” Balmoh demanded, shouting on top of his lungs.“ Calm down Balmoh. I mean no harm, see?” The person raised both hands above his head.“ You even know my name. Who sent you? You can't kill me, stay away from me!” Picking up some stones, he attempted to throw them.“ Don't harm me”“ Come any closer and I'll be forced to kill you. I have a knife and I'm not afraid to use it” Intending to show his seriousness, he pulled out a pocket knife from his back pocket. Pointing the blades to the supposed threat.Just as he was about to plunge forward, I walked in on his crazy idea of defense.“ What do you think you are trying to do Balmoh? Are you crazy? Put that down this Instant!” I commanded, crossing my arms in exasperation. Can't anything be normal around here? Now it's an eight-year-old wielding a knife, threatening to kill someone. An absolute str

I watched from a distance as Adrian was comfortable in his position while I suffered from exhaustion. It should be me being given a piggyback ride. In all fairness, he is the one who might need medical attention not me. Probably, the reason his brother chose to carry him while the rest of us walked. I was losing the few pounds I didn't even have enough of.We were on our way to a hospital for Adrian. Somehow, it felt like the nearest one was miles and miles and miles away. It was forever to get there. We walked past a lot of junkyards, which I was told wasn't originally a junkyard. Sadly, it had been reduced to pieces of metal, scraps of steel, bits of wood. “ Aren't we there yet?” I asked wearily, pausing in my tracks. “ Nope we'll get there soon” “ You said that about 30 minutes ago” I reminded Aghan, crossing my arms. Surely our definitions of soon must be extremely diffe

Sitting under my favorite tree, the sky gloomed in darkness. The moon was not in sight, with just a few stars providing light. Resting on the stump of the tree, my hands were balled into a fist. How efficient can a tree be when used as a punching bag? It would be a really helpful way of venting out. Sadly, I don't think my hands are strong enough.“ Hey Zoa” Another figure joined me to sit under the sky.“ Leave or I'll leave for you,” I said in a stern voice, still greatly pissed.“ I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me.”“ You don't know what came over you when you were beating up your brother! Your 13-year-old baby brother. Honestly, your presence irritates me” There was no strength left inside of me to yell or even rage.He didn't say anything, only sat by my side and leaning on the tree. I didn't either. Why this bothers me so greatly I have no idea. It's just

“ I sent Sloane to deliver this letter to you. Some supplies will be sent to you soon, that way you wouldn't have to leave where you are. It has come to my attention that you still make regular visits to that building and I want it to stop immediately. There is no reason for you to risk your life just to behold a house -”“ That's easy for him to say” Adrian mumbled, interrupting his sister's reading. She shot him a look to stop talking but he ignored and continued speaking.“ He just sends supplies and occasional letters and expects us to stay here forever. All we do around here is to remain locked up in a tent. That is way too depressing. Not everyone is like Zoa, some of us want to know that people are alive. That is not just an ordinary building but our home, it's not fair.” He broke down into gentle sobs, sniffling. Dera tossed the letter aside and flung her arms around him pulling him into a forceful hug. I glanced around

“ Is anyone in here?” Aghan called out talking to me. I poked my head out of my sleeping bag, slightly irritated that my peace and quiet had been interrupted. Honestly, this felt like déjà vu. Oh yeah, Layefa did the same thing a few days ago demanding answers. Talk about siblings...“ I'm coming” I mumbling incoherently, not bothering if he heard me or not. Crawling out of the bag, I unzipped my tent with a frown fully plastered on my face. I have gotten accustomed to staying here now, my tent is almost like my bedroom at home. Rather sadly, I would NEVER be a fan of sleeping bags!“ Geez, quit glaring at me. You look like you want me to be dead.” He teased, upon seeing my unamused expression. Why bother to hide how pissed I was? I was greatly pissed and he needed to know that. Nobody, absolutely nobody interrupts my ‘ Zoa time ’. Such precious time. “ That's because I want you to