Young Writers Society

Heard

The sun sat on the edge of the Earth, spilling it’s beauty, pouring warmness in the horizon. Feeling dampness on the grass refreshed me from a long day of work. There Anaya sat giggling and little bugs crawling through the grass squirming in fright from her big eyes watching them. Reaching for the last moment of sun, I stretched my arm high as could be touching the sun’s rays. Anaya, my little sister, had just cupped her hands to catch fireflies, but she squished them instead. Crunching, squashing and smothering the firefly, the small bug was never to be seen again.

We walked home in silence, hearing only our footsteps. Anaya looked at me questioning why we weren’t talking, with her giant round brown eyes.“Anaya?” I whispered. “Yes?” she replied. “Do you think mother is trying to tell us about how we should probably not be out at night? I asked her. “Well, I don’t really know because she hasn’t talked to me since dinner.” She told me.” “Well I don’t have a good feeling about standing here in the middle of a desert by ourselves.” Anaya thought I was crazy. Thoughts raced through my head “Should we run, should we hide? I have no clue, maybe we should just keep walking.” I thought.

The ground shook forcing me down, pulling me closer. An ear-piercing sound blasted through my eardrums making me scream in terror.

Bright lights peeked through my eyelids making me close them even tighter, but it hurt even more than my head already did. Pain jolted through my ears to my neck making it difficult to breath without hurting even worse. The soft cushion beneath me, soft and fluffy supported my frail body. I felt nothing except sharp pain flowing throughout my head putting pressure on my skull.

Something touched my side, gently tapping me. I opened my eyes seeing nothing but light, blinding as could be a shadow appeared to help me see. My sister appeared above me looking at my face. Her eyes were diamonds, shining in the light starting to cry. She hung her head like a dying flower, sitting my bed. “Smack” a bottle fell on the ground like a teardrop, shattering on the floor. The nurse sat on the other side of my sister writing out a note and showed me what had happened to me. The note said “Dear Amelia, You are at the hospital and you will be fine but your eardrums were damaged very bad you have to go to The United States to get very special hearing-aids.

Tomorrow you will be loaded on the African airlines and be exported to California.” I tried to talk but they put their hand over my mouth. My throat was swollen from the explosion.

4 days later I arrived in California and I had been put in a big huge fancy hospital for children. I was now in a room, doctors came in and looked in my ears. They waved me over to another room to measure how bad the damage was. In the afternoon they came back into my room and put these hearing-aids in my ear. They really hurt because of my surgery had been done a couple days before I came here.

Anaya and I went outside to go sit on the bench, and look at the flowers. It started to get dark so we looked for a little bit longer then went inside. The sun sat on the edge of the Earth. Spilling it’s beauty, pouring warmness into the horizon. And then I could hear again.