In
class this week we are reading the
story Miss Peregrine's Home for Unusual Children. Based off the book we had to
write a short story about odd photos that my teacher picked out. This is my
little story based off some of the photos.
Mind
It was cold I felt a like
I was going to die right there, but then I could see a black blur that came
close to me. I tried to move my hands to
push it away but I could only get them a couple inches off the cold wet
ground. Then a feeling a warm soft hand gliding
over my face and a girl spoke.
“Everything will be ok… ”
That was the last thing I remember before it
went black.
-*†*-
When I woke up I felt warm
and some how I ended up in a bed. I tried picking my self up with my shoulders
and elbows, but I felt a sharp pain in my head and the right side of my chest
that went down to my legs.
Laying back down I looked
around. I was lying in a small room that had white wallpaper that was chipping
off the wall. The room was filled with beds and doctor’s supplies and rows of
shelves. There was one window and I could see a warm yellow light coming
through.
“It must be the morning…”
I said softly
Then the door opened and a
woman with short blond curly hair and a long white coat came in with a clipboard
in her hand. Her gaze fell from the clipboard as she put it on the desk. As she
turned away from the desk she looked at me.
“How are you feeling,
love?” she asked, walking over to me with a smile.
“My head is killing me,” I
moan trying to pick my self up again and feeling the sharp pain once more in my
side.
“I bet, you looked pretty
bad when you came in.” She walked to one of her many cabinets. She looked like
a kid playing with her favorite toys. Each bottle she touched looked like it
brought her happiness and warmness to her.
“Aw, here we go,” she
pored out two pills and hands them to me with a cup of water. “This should get
the job done.”
I shoved them in my mouth
and took a big drink of the water.
There was a picture sitting by my bed it was a group of girls in a uniform with guns in each one of their hands. They look happy with themselves and I can see why it looks like they won and an event.
Then out of nowhere the door opened again. This time it
was young a girl in her mid-teens with long straight hair and blue eyes. She was
wearing some sort of uniform it was a tan coat with big gray pads on the elbows
and dark gray skirt. She was in the photo with the girls and the guns. Standing in the the very back and looking to the left.
She looked really happy as
she walked over to join us. “ How are you feeling,” she asked.
“Better”
“ That’s wonderful, when I
found you, you looked liked you were dead. I saw you fall from the train and
you hit your self pretty hard.”
I sat there puzzled. What
did she mean I fell from a train? I do
not remember a train or that I fell.
She came and sat on my
bed. “ What’s your name? Mine’s Kate and this is…” pointing to the doctor, “…
Mrs. Benson.”
My mind went blank, “I
don’t remember …” Tears started to fall down my cheeks.
“Oh the poor dear she lost
her memory.” Mrs. Benson said sadly as she handed me a napkin to dry my tears.
Kate stood up quick, “ I will be
right back, stay here.” She said as she run out of the room. I looked up at
Mrs. Benson as I dried off my face. Mrs. Benson smiled, “ Miss Kate was the one
the brought you here and she has came every day to check on you.”
“How
long have I been out?”
“A
week.”
After
that I just sat there with my mind trying to think and see if I could remember
anything. “Was there anything with me that will tell me who I am?” I asked.
“Oh maybe.” She left the
room but quickly came back. “Kate found this with you.” Mrs. Benson handed me a
metal bracelet.
My fingers rubbed over it.
It felt like this was really important to me, but I cannot put my fingure on
it. Then I flipped it over and it had
the name Grace engraved.
“Grace…” I repeated
Mrs. Benson softly put my hand on my shoulder,
“Things will get better sugar, and we will get you set up until you remember. “
In
no time the door opened again and Kate entered and ran to me. “I just talked to
my father and he said you can say with us. Also my father is the head master of
the local school so you can go to school with me too.”
“Ok,
but wouldn’t I be a burden?”
“No!
It will be fun to have a friend at home and someone to talk to. Please come and
stay with me. Where else are you going to go?
“Ok”
“Yay!”
Kate started to jump up and down.
“That
is wonderful!” Mrs. Benson grinned. “But Kate, she needs to heal more first
before we move her and she needs her rest so off you go.”
“Wait..”
I added, “ You can call me Grace. I think that is my name.”
Kate looked at me with a
smile, “ Ok, Grace I will see you tomorrow.” She waved as she left the room.
Mrs. Benson walked over to
my bedside, “You need to get your rest we will talk more later.”
“Thank
you,” I said, as I laid back and fell back to sleep.
-*†*-
Two
weeks later I felt so much better. I can final walk and leave to stay with Kate
and her father. I said my goodbye to Mrs. Benson and told her that I will come
a visit.
I
waited out side with Mrs. Benson, for Kate and her Father. It did not take long
for a nice red car to pull up next to us with Kate hanging out the window. “Hi
Grace and Mrs. B!” she yelled.
Kate’s father got out of
the car. He was a tall man in a nice black suit, but he was not wearing his topcoat.
His hair was short and blond, with a cigarette in his mouth. “You must be
Grace, my little girl talks about you a lot. My name is Mr. Milton” He smiles
as he took out his cigarette from his mouth. I shook his hand.
Kate
came over and flung her arms around me and gave me a big hug. “Are you ready Grace?
“Yep”
Kate
and I got into the back seat. We waved to Mrs. Benson as we drove down the main
road.
After a long drive we then
turned on to a dirt road. Trees were going by so fast, but soon the car started
to slow down. There was a lake in front of us and at the edge was a huge house
made out of bricks. It looked like an old gothic house from the outside and had
five levels. It was a beautiful home.
Kate
looked at me “So what do you think of home?”
“This
is were you live?” We pulled up next to the massive house and Mr. Milton parked
the car.
….. WILL BE CONTIUNED…………
