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**One New Story Was Posted: ** **-This story was originally on the old Story Hideout Website.- ** ** Sophia Never Going Home Part I ** By: Sakuni Egodawatte

“SOPHIA!” I could hear mom yell from all the way inside the house. “I’m coming!” I yelled back. I tripped down the stairs and rammed through the door. I made my way to the car and pushed my way inside. My little brother smiled up at me. I just had to hug him; he’s SO cute!!! I didn’t notice that we were already by the local K-Mart. The car suddenly stopped. “I’m getting a soda,” I heard mom say. My brother and I started playing Avocado. “Avocado is the name of the game that we’re playing...” We were now far, far away from the K-Mart. I think we’re almost into Missouri. It’s been awhile. My brother and I are still playing Avocado. Now we’re at this remote random place. I wondered when we’d get to my cousin’s house. That’s when it happened. My mom just started screaming. “GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!” she yelled. My brother started to cry. I shoved open the door of the car. I tried to grab my little brother’s hands, but they were slippery with sweat and tears. Instead I held on to the handle of my suitcase. I ran out of the car. I could see my mom fumbling with the door and my brother at the same time. I started to go toward the car to help them. Mom stared at me and shook her head. “BOMB!” mom cried. And she just sat my brother on her lap. The car exploded. My mom and brother were inside. I screamed. I started crying and screaming at the same time. I wondered why this would ever happen to me. The hot summer wind played with my hair. Strands of my brunette nest stuck to my face. It stuck to the tears that I shed in sheer pain. I’ve walked for about an hour now. No food, no water. I couldn’t keep on going. My knees buckled under me. I dragged myself toward the side of the road. My suitcase was making a wide path behind me. There was some dry grass over there, it looked much better than the faded cracked tar on the road. I hid myself in a bunch of twisted tangled bushes; in case animals came by. I lied my head down on the crackling grass. I closed my eyes, and soon I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning. I was starving. Something weird was going on. It felt like I hadn’t eaten for days, but I just had some food yesterday, and I didn’t even walk too far to be this hungry. Then everything snapped into place. I must have slept for a whole day! But nobody can survive without water for two days. Oh great! Now I’m going to die! I lay back down on the ground and started to sleep. Better to die in your sleep than in your wake. It was a bright sunny morning. I didn’t feel hungry at all. In fact I really didn’t feel like anything. Suddenly a wave of sadness washed over me. I don’t know why. I just start walking toward the road. I quickly turned back to grab my suitcase. As I lifted it I noticed that the suitcase was very light. I opened it up; all my clothes were inside, just as I left them; nice and jumbled up. When I carried it a few days before; it was like I was carrying a baby elephant, but now it felt like I was carrying air itself. As I was carrying my suitcase and walking up the road I felt very strange. It was as if my mind was not there anymore. Every thought I had brought back memories of the saddest things that had ever happened to me. The one that came back to me the most was when our car exploded with my mom and my little brother inside. I thought very hard about all these things. It was like trying to solve those five thousand piece puzzles. Oh great, now here comes another observation. I now noticed that I felt as if I were floating. I walked for quite long and I was not tired at all. What was wrong with me? “I have to find out,” I said sternly to myself. I sat down to rest even though I was not tired. The landscape was basically all the same. I seriously could have gone for miles and miles more, but I wanted to feel normal. Nobody in the whole world can walk that long and not get tired. Well except me. Anyway it was getting pretty dark; I was probably going to get sleepy soon, at least that would make me more comfortable with my unusual observations. I’ve been sitting on my suitcase for over an hour now and I’m still not sleepy. But to my dismay I made another observation. I wasn’t breathing or blinking. I tried quite hard but they didn’t come naturally to me. With all the might I could muster I took one quick breath. Now since I had used all my strength on that one quick breath I didn’t have any left to help me blink. My eyes were probably going to explode (even though my eyes aren’t burning or anything), and I’ll probably fall dead from not breathing for so long (even though I was much more comfortable with not breathing at all). I finally just lay down and pretended to sleep. For some reason I could not close my eyes and drift off to dream land. I was getting very aggravated. I was sure my whole body was probably turning scarlet from anger, but when I looked at my hand it looked as pale as the pure white sand that crunched under my feet. I felt tears form up in my eyes, they slid down my chin and one slipped into the corner of my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of confusion. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? This time I felt somewhat sleepier. I closed my eyes slowly. My face was soaked with tears. I think I fell asleep, but this was a night with no dreams whatsoever. I heard a rumbling. I pictured thunder in the distance. I could almost hear the cold raindrops make little craters in the sand as they bombed down to the ground. My eyes popped open. I heard a voice, a tired old voice that seemed worried. I saw a face with many wrinkles, amongst all the lines was a frown so deep that I felt like I was drowning in it. Someone lifted me up. I felt like I was floating in the air on my back. Suddenly I was put down on a soft and fuzzy surface. I heard the rumbling sound; again I imagined the jewel-like raindrops that must be falling from the sky. But I knew one thing; I was completely and utterly wrong. //I was somewhere where nothing mattered. I felt free and alive. I cried in joy as I hugged my mom and squeezed my brother so tight that I’m sure I knocked the air out of him. Mom started dragging me on the air. We floated over to our car. Mom pushed my brother inside, and then she herself slowly descended down to her seat at the wheel. I was so far away from them, but I started running. I was almost there. Only a few feet away; I screamed.// // I woke up before the car could explode. // My own tears were drowning me. I let them make a puddle on my lap. “You ok little girl?” asked a voice I have never ever heard before. “Huh?” I looked up. Everything was so blurry. I was sure I was in a car. I wiped away the remnants of my waterfall and looked toward the direction of the voice. “Who-o-o-o are you?” I asked. I was sure he (I think) would laugh because I sounded like a cow. “My name is Martin Gulf,” said the man. He looked very unkempt with his scruffy gray beard and his bushy white eyebrows. I gasped as I saw a clear view of what little hair he had left. It was bright blue. “You like my hair little girl?” asked Martin. I wanted to tell him that you can’t call a 12 year old a little girl. “Um, yeah, I guess. It’s my favorite color,” I mumbled. Then I got back to Earth and asked him what I should have at the beginning. “What am I doing here?” I yelled. I wanted to add “you psychopath” to the sentence, but I didn’t want to go too far. There are a lot of dangerous people out there in the world. Martin flinched a little when I yelled at him. I hope I hadn’t unearthed the chances of him killing me or something. “We’re still at the place you were camping in. I hoped you could tell me the direction of your house from out here. A little one like you shouldn’t be out here, and plus your as pale as the fat clouds in the sky. I was wishing you weren’t already dead.” I didn’t know my way home, how should I? But then suddenly a stream of directions gushed out of my mouth. I don’t know how or why, but we were soon on our way to somewhere I completely didn’t know.

“We’re here Sophia,” I say. I don’t hear the car door opening. “Hurry up, I’m real busy,” I tell her. That was not the truth; this little girl’s house is giving me the creeps! I still don’t hear my car door opening, it always opened with a SNAP sound. That little girl couldn’t have sneaked out. I turned my head to look at Sophia. My eyes turned as big as saucers. The little girl was gone.

I opened my eyes. I was greeted with a golden burst of sunlight. I looked around myself. I was back on the hot sand, and I was still inside the gnarled group of bushes. I thought I was in the car with Martin. Maybe it was all a dream, but it had seemed too real. I thought I was saved. That I would go home with Martin. How did I end up back here? Something very bad is going on. I just knew it. My life now was as scary as the “//Me, A Ghost?”// series. Suddenly complete horror was all I felt. I knew why I felt so weird. I knew why I ended back to my bush kingdom. I’m dead, and now I’m a ghost. But how could this terrible thing happen to me? How could I die? Why was Martin able to see me when I’m a ghost? All these questions were flooding my brain. I wanted to cry so hard, but I knew it wouldn’t help me. Sadness filled me up from head to toe. Will I ever be able to return home, or will I have to spend eternity in this desert? The only way I could find the answers was by trying to go back to my house. The only thing was; I don’t know where my house is.

To Be Continued…

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