Fur on my heart by Madison M. (read me a book .TXT) 📖

I could wake her up if you want." "No please I would like her to sleep. I have to go. Thank you for offering me food, but as I said, my father is getting me breakfast." My mom said, "Ok. Well have a nice breakfast." Beath left and she skipped to her house. I went downstairs and got dressed. My mom was making me breakfast. It was bread and one scrambled egg. I grabbed the plate it was on and I ran outside. I sat on the wet grass. I ate my breakfast and I climbed the fence to get to the front yard. I ran around everywhere just to get my energy out. I walked in the house and I put my plate in the sink. "Anything new?"Did you find anymore pictures of Tobby?" My mom asked. "Yes. Actually I have them in my room. I'll go get them." I ran upstairs and grabbed all the pictures. I showed them to my mom and she pondered them. She gave them back and said,"Your brother was a very good writer. When I was younger, I used to write books and I would give them to my parents to read." I said, "Well maybe he got them writing skills from you." We both smiled and starred at each other until my dad came in. "Dang it!" He yelled. "What happened?" We asked. He smiled and he got very excited. "I found some tickets to Disney!" I saw it on your dresser and it had a piece of paper on it." He gave me the piece of paper and it said, " I heard you have never been to Disney. Here are some tickets to..... Disney! From Calon." I knew I had them but I forgot. I thought to myself, if it was on my dresser, then I would have knew he had given it to me. "I am so excited!" I yelled. "Ring Ring Ring!" Went my dad's phone. "Hello. Oh really. Poor girl. I hope she gets better." He hung up and said to us, my very close friend's daughter has cancer too. All she has ever been wanting to do is to go to Disney. Emily, would you be nice enough to give her the tickets you have?" I felt bad for her but on the other hand, I didn't want to give the tickets away. My wish finally had came true, but now I have to give them away. "Ok. I would be glad to." My dad hugged me and said, "you are very kind. I know it's hard to give away something you have been dying to go to." I was mad that I couldn't go to Disney and I blurted out, "We don't need to give her Disney tickets! I have been waiting all my life to go to Disney and now that she knows she has cancer, all of a sudden she wants to go to Disney!" I ran to my room and slammed to door. I looked out of my window and saw kids playing outside. Some on bikes and some were playing with toy cars. My mom opened my door and sat on my bed. I looked at her and all she did was smile. " just think of her happy face when she gets to Disney. She will be so happy. I hope you know that there are people out there who are living worse lives than we are." Chaper 11

 The next day we went to the hospital. I looked through the door window and saw a little girl. She looked like she was seven. Her brown hair was long and her eyes were watering. Her mom and dad were talking to a nurse outside the room. I saw ballons sns get well cards everywhere. I opened the door, hiding the tickets behind my back. I showed them to her and said, "I heared you like Disney." She looked at me and smiled. I gave them to her and she got very excited. " No one has every given me more than ballons and cards. You don't know me and you gave me something I love. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you very much." She said. I smiled and waves goodbye. We slowly walked out with a smile on our faces. We drove home. I felt very good, but sad. Wouldn't you feel like that if you wanted to go somewhere so bad and when you finally got the chance you had to give it away. I heard everyone is going somewhere this weekend and if someone asks where am I going I would have to say nowhere and listen while they talk about their trip. "Honey! Can you get this box?" My mom asked when we went inside. I picked up the box and carried it upstairs. It was tapped so I couldn't open it. It was very heavey and very hard to carrie upstairs. I placed it carfully in my room. I wanted to open it so bad. On the side of it was a pice of paper that said, "Do NOT open." That made me tempted enough to open it. I opened it and inside were news papers and pictures of Tobby. I took out the newspaper and it said, " Tobby Shots drowned in the Flamingo Beach in January 7. Please contact us if you have more information. 954-634-715." I heard my mom walk upstairs and I hid the newspaper behind my back. "Sweetie have you see my-" She saw that the box was open and she knew that I read the paper. "Sorry" I said. She looked at me and I looked down. "Newspaper..."She said. I handed her the newspaper and she walked downstairs. I decided to take things in my own hands. I took all the pictures and put the neatly in a pile. One by one I sorted them out like a picture book story. In one picture I saw a giant wave coming towards Tobby, and my dad running to grab him. It was only big enough to pick up someone the perfect size as Tobby. Exept in the next picture was Tobby lying on the sand. Only of you looked close you could see a bullet in his chest near his heart. I wave didn't hit him, a bullet did. I ran downstairs to show my parents. "Mom dad! Look what I found look look!" I yelled. They came running to me. "What is it?" They asked. "The the picture. The bullet see. Do you see it?" I pointed at the bullet in the picture. They looked surprised. My dad was the first one to speak, "That-that looks like the perfect bullet to the heart. Someone must of knew we were coming if he killed no one else." My mom didn't speak. She just starred at the picture. "I have more." I mumbled. My dad said, "I don't think we are ready for more pictures yet." I walked upstairs and went to sleep. 

Chapter 12

 In the morning I got dressed and vacuumed the floor. After that was done, my parent woke up. It was about eight twenty when they started to make me pancakes. They made homemade sugar cane syrup to use. It was in the shape of Mickey mouse and it had strawberry eyes with a butter mouth. It had syrup dripping down the edge. I took small bites knowing I didn't get pancakes very much. It tasted like soft fluff cake, but instead of frosting it had syrup. It was the best pancake I had ever ate. "We'll.." My mom said. "I made it myself. Do you like it?" I nodded my head with a mouth full of pancake. When I finished eating, I fed Ash. "Emily, can you wash the dishes? I'm very busy today. I have to go to a meeting today. I'll be back soon. Love you." My mom rushed to get her coat and left. There wasn't a lot of plates in the sink so I cleaned them very fast. I heard a knock on the door and I opened it. "Hi Beath." I said. "Hi." Beath said back. "Do you think that this will help you with finding out what happened to your brother?" She showed me a picture that looked like Tobby sitting in front of a sign that said, " Welcome to Robbie's boat shop." "I got to go." She said. I didn't even look up to say bye. I ran inside and put the picture in my room. About three hours later, my mom came inside. "Emily, it's the perfect weather go go walking. Do you want to," My mom said excitedly. I didn't want to go but I said yes. It was very windy, but not cold.  A few hours later, I could see the town. It wasn't very far from where we were. When we reached the town, I saw little kids playing jump rope. Some little girls were sitting on a water fountain and braiding each other's hair. Some boys were holding coins, making a wish, and throwing them in the fountain. Little kids loved the town. Everyone loved the town. It was getting  very dark, but my mom didn't turn around. She just kept on walking, never sped up never slowed down. When we did walk home, my legs were so tired and my throat was dry. I couldn't take one more step. My mom lifted me up and cared me to the house. I drank a lot of water and went to sleep.

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Publication Date: 12-12-2016

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