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A gray blanket of clouds shrouded the sky. The wind howled angrily, swooping fresh- fallen leaves off the muddy ground. I didn’t care. I waded slowly into the churning black water, digging my toes into the sand so the current didn’t swoop me into the icy river. What am I doing here? I thought. Suddenly, I heard the crunching of leaves from the thin strip of trees that separate my house from the river. “Alyssa?” cooed a voice behind me. But I didn’t look back. I couldn’t now. The sudden distraction had swept me off my feet and I was being carried east, far away from home, far away from the town. I didn’t care, right now, my main goal was to make it to dry land safely. I struggled to keep my head above water. I kicked wildly, trying to swim to the river’s edge so I could grab on to land. But it was no use. The water was too strong for me. “Help!” I shrieked, “Help me!” just then, a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the cool grass. It was still covered in morning dew. But I didn’t care. I was safe. And that was all that mattered. “It’s okay,” the same voice as before said soothingly. This time, I recognized the voice, it was my sister, Anissa. She was stroking my hair and asking, “What happened? Did I scare you?” , but when I tried to answer, all that came out was water. My throat burned from involuntarily inhaling the water. I coughed. Anissa cried out in joy. “You’re alive!” she lifted so I was sitting up. My head felt dizzy as she did. “Oh, my” she whimpered. “What?” I managed to force the words up my dry throat. “your head. It’s bruised. Tell me, does this hurt?” she pressed lightly on the back of my head but It felt as if she had punched me with all her strength. And even though my sister has a soft heart, she still punches hard. I moaned. She put her arms around my waist. “there, there,” she cooed, “I’m here. And I won’t let anything happen to you.” I felt her stand up and carry me across our yard, to our small cottage. We lived alone since our parents had passed away when I was only two. Ever since then, Anissa has taken care of me. i finally summoned the strength to open my eyes. Anissa was staring back at me, when she saw my eyes open, she grinned and started crying out of pure relief. “your okay,” she cried, “what where you doing?” I hesitated. How was I supposed to answer that question when I didn’t even know the answer myself? “I was going to buy crop seeds from Daniel and but I needed to cross the river because the Parkingson’s where out playing.” I remembered. Daniel owned and worked at a store in town. He was the only one who knew about our life and he was very kind. And the Parkingsons where the three kids across the street from me and Anissa. They always stole the little money they had whenever they where outside and me or Anissa happened to be going to the store. Anissa mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t understand. “let’s get you some dry clothes and food.” She suggested. I grunted in agreement, my body too weak to do anything else as she brought me to my room. The faded yellow paint on the walls was peeling and the wood floor was splintery, making it impossible to walk through the room without shoes. My bed was old and the legs had fallen off over the years. I’m not that old, and neither is Anissa. But we found this house abandoned when our parents first died. The furniture was already in it and by that time, only one leg of the bed remained. Anissa gently placed me on the lumpy mattress and rummaged through my old oak dresser, searching for something comfortable and dry for me to wear. Finally, she pulled out a wool dress and threw it to me. it landed on the goose-feather pillow. Anissa walked over and helped me put it on, the she gave me some slippers and went to the kitchen to make some soup for me. “mother always said soup is best when you’re cold. And I don’t want you getting hyperthermia.” She said as she left my room. When the door clicked shut, I sighed in relief. All I needed was to be alone so I could think. I sprawled across my bed, listening to the soothing pitter-patter of rain coming from outside my dirty, dusty window. Slowly, the sound lulled me to sleep. I woke up later in the afternoon. I was still groggy, but I knew Anissa would probably be panicking that I was dead by now, so, reluctantly, I put on the slippers she had given me this morning and tiptoed out of my bedroom. In the kitchen, Anissa stood by the oven, reheating my soup, I guessed. When she heard me, she looked up. “Alyssa? Where on earth were you? I was afraid that the Parkingsons had taken off with you or worse, you can’t just not come out for hours after you had a near-death experience! I almost had a heart attack when you weren’t out here by noon! I was so worried, how could you-“ I cut her off. “relax Anissa, I’m fine, but near-death experiences really tire me