Lonely

Dark looming grey skies and jet black threatening clouds lay over a small city in fear. The school house glared over by mocking thick cover while people ran about, rushing to their homes. A woman in a pink petticoat with a yellow umbrella bustles past the lonely school without any attention to the little girl on the cold front steps. Dark brown curls and deep chocolate eyes sit saddened on a stair outside a desolate elementary school. As the storm rages on and rain pelts from the sky an eight year old sits waiting for a mother who once again forgot she was there. With a tear streaked face the young girl rises off the hard marble casing and shuffles her way up a wet Fifth Avenue to where her empty home would be waiting. She escapes the nightmare of the weather outside to find her mother’s handwriting pinned to the fridge to say she was sorry, yet again. She sets down her backpack, places a bowl in front of her, and begins to poor cereal, tonight’s dinner. She turns on the television to listen to the one thing she could always count on.