Aug 17, 2007 21:57
This was written by my 9-year-old sister, Brooke:
Tears
by Brooke Blazek
In a foster house, a little girl about eight years old whose name was Opal cried every night. Everyone called her Cry Baby Oval Head, except for one of the older girls Katie. Katie always walked over to the poor girl and glared at the foster kids who made fun of her. She was sixteen, and knew everything about Opal. Opal's parents died in an airplane to New York and she was being babysat by a nanny at the time. The nanny was too mean though, and didn't even care about Opal and sent her to the foster home. So now every time Opal is made fun of, Katie is there for her.
Even at bedtime, Opal cried. She always remembered the people she saw when she looked out the window on winter days and saw little girls with their parents smiling. Katie would even wake up with her and let Opal sleep with her. And as usual, Opal would walk out of her bed with her silent feet and crawl into Katie's bed.
But one day, Katie and Opal tried to make it out of the foster home together. Katie had always promised to Opal that they would make it out without being caught. "I promise you, Opal. We will make it out." And so they tried. But the other foster kids would tattle anyways, not giving any signals telling them to run even faster or that she was coming. They just tattled.
So, they were caught. The foster lady sneered at them and looked at Opal in the eyes. "Was this your idea?" Katie pushed Opal aside gently and admitted that it was her. "No, ma'am. It was me. I was the one trying to get out, and I let her come." The lady had a sly grin on her face. "Oh, so it was you! Well, I think we'll be having a little something for you, missy." And she took Katie with her.
Opal ran to her bed and got under the covers and prayed. "Please let Katie stay, please." But God couldn't do that. After two days, Opal knew what had happened. She was put away, not coming back, now, or ever. Not even returning to Earth. Now Opal cried even more every night. "Please let her come back. Or are you going to let her stay with you, God?" She would say, shivering and crying.
But then one night, she knew something was going to happen. She saw Katie's soul. It was all fiery and orange though. Opal backed away. "Katie?" She whispered. The soul nodded. "This is only my soul, if you hadn't noticed. God said I could do this for you because I am one of his helpers and was a nice person to you." Opal kicked off her covers. This?" "Yes, I am letting you have a gift. Your tears mean madness, and madness is fire." Katie said, lifting up her hands. "Now, lift out your hands.
Opal got out of bed and lifted them slowly. She could feel something funny. "Katie, what is this feeling?" Katie smiled. "Anger. Now when one of the foster kids tries to bully you around, they'll feel what you feel. And this doesn't just go for crying. It goes for any type of anger or sadness as well." Opal smiled a little. "Thank you, Katie." Katie waved, and then disappeared.
From that day on, Opal was treated much better with her feeling powers. Those foster kids felt it. They felt her.