An Excerpt From Small Bucket
By Amani Jorgenson
Grade 8
There was a little spider crawling by the nightstand. I walk over to it, lift my foot up, and crush it. There was a loud crunch sound that echoed through the room. I wipe the bottom of my shoes off on my purple fluffy rug.
"Penelope!" My mother calls.
I place my bag on my bed and bolt downstairs. I leap over the pile of junk like it was a river filled with deadly piranhas. Safely, I landed on the other side.
"Yes mom?"
She hands me a bag and tells me to put my most valuable possessions in it. I give her a loko like what? She reads myu face and tells me no questions now. I'll explain later. I take the bag and stagger up to my room. My most valuable possessions? I have so much that I love, but the bag my mom gave is the size of a small bucket. There's definitely no way I can fit my destination box. It's filled with things from places I would like to go. One of the places that I really wanted to visit was the United States. I heard they have amazing food! My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud CRASH downstairs. I run downstairs and see two uniformed men grabbing my mother like arag doll. I try to course back upstairs fast but the other man yanks my arm. My mom cries out, "Can we at least get the bags we were promised we could bring?"
"Alright. Hurry up." He says in a mean toned voice.
My mom takes my hand and whispers to me things are going to change and that I just need to go along with everything. She goes into the room, gets her bag in two seconds, and I grab my bag.
"Are we coming back?"
"No."
The uniformed men clutch me and my mother and escort us out of our house.Good by life.
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