Story

           Hello, my name is Lucy. When I was a baby, I was left on the doorstep of a big house owned by the mayor of Adamstown. I figured all of that out today, and now I am 10 ½ years old. My parents, well foster parents, are Jenny and David York. My “mom” is a very nice and charitable woman who volunteers at many charities, my school, and in Adamstown fairs. My “father” is a business man.

            I sat, unmoving, my children’s hot breath and tears felt on my neck and through my thin, dirty clothes. The weight of them leaning into me and onto my shoulder increased my desire to collapse. Though I denied myself the relieving tears, the ones that would let the emotion seep out and free some tension…some pain.

                “Over here!” yelled the injured woman in distress

“We’re coming! Don’t worry! Just hold on!” the firemen encouraged searching through the smoke with their flashlights. Suddenly, they saw light at the end of the hallway.

They headed towards it through the deathly haze. When they got to the end of the hallway they realized the wall didn’t exist, just a nauseating distance to the ground.

Frank’s Purpose

Once upon a time, Frank, a little monkey, lived in a tree house in the middle of the jungle.  One day as Frank watched Dr. Phil, he was inspired by, “Everyone has a purpose in life, but it’s up to you to discover it.” Frank turned off the T.V. and sat thinking for a while. He soon realized he had to find his purpose in life.