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FROM SHATTERED PIECES
Traci Jo Stotts
Evernight Teen, 68k
Ian had no intention of running away. She lived with her abusive parents for sixteen years, so surely she could endure two more. But something changed the night she fought back.
Leaving home was one thing but being on the streets of Reno brings scary to a whole new level. A chance run-in with Jubal proves to be both a blessing and a curse.
Four o’clock will be here way too soon. I crawl into bed and drift off, succumbing easily. My mom walks into my room. She sits on my bed and pets my hair. She is whispering something but I can’t understand her. I turn the small lamp on so I can see her. She has a busted lip and her left eye is swollen shut. I know what happened to her but I ask anyway, “Who did this to you?” She continues petting my hair but is much rougher, pulling strands from my scalp. “You did this to me, Ian. You did this.”
I sit upright, panting. Beads of sweat make their way down my neck. There’s a soft tapping at my bedroom door. I turn my head wildly, searching my room for any sign my mother was here. Nothing. There wouldn’t be. She wasn’t here. It was just a dream. A bad dream.
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WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS?
This isn’t a debate on individual beliefs or whether it’s better to have a fresh cut pine or an artificial tree. I’m going to share some of the many memories I have of Christmases past. I’d love to hear some of yours also!
Some of the gifts I remember getting are handcrafted baby doll cradles, Barbie, bicycle, Cabbage Patch Kid doll, and a pink cassette player. I remember my sister getting a Barbie calculator that I begged to play with, and my brother getting a Merlin electronic game that we all played until the buttons wore out. But more than the gifts, I remember the smells.
My mother can decorate like nobody’s business! It’s almost like Santa, Frosty and all of the reindeer throw up all that is jolly all over her house! The lights, ornaments, figurines, garland… you name it and she knows where to put it. But, it isn’t Christmas time until she unpacks the candles, the apple cinnamon scent that fills my nostrils and brings on the euphoria that is Christmas time. The candles were not the only staple of the holiday. My siblings and I would get an orange and a book of Lifesavers candy in our stockings every single year.
Over the years, my siblings and I had families of our own, but we always tried to gather with our mom to celebrate Christmas. We’d have a gift exchange and dinner or, when things got a bit more hectic, it was at least dessert and gifts. The more people crammed in the house, the better. We shared stories, cuddled and laughed. It was crazy and messy, but it was Christmas.
We’ve all moved around over the years so traditions have changed but my boys know that they’ll always find certain things in their stockings that define their Christmas. For me, it will always be the smell of my mom’s house and spending time with my family.
About the Author:
I enjoy spending time with my family and friends. Always one to daydream, I’m often teased for the many bits and pieces of paper with notes and ideas for different books littering my desk. After spending most of my life in rural Nevada, I’ve recently moved to Washington.
To my husband and sons…I finished!
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