Christiana Mata
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Maria Finds Her Voice
It was June 7, 2001, the last day of school. Maria walked off the bus at the bus stop, headed for home. and was looking forward to finally being off of school. Her excitement over summer break soon ended however, when Lacey came up behind Maria, taunting her. “Hey afro-girl. What are you doing for summer since you have no friends to hang out with hugh….oh be careful walking home. I’d hate for you to trip over something and break your glasses four eyes.”
By Christiana Mata4 years ago in Fiction
The Land of the Lambs
The Land of The Lambs My story begins like all stories do-when I was a baby. I was born to a peasant family. Daddy worked in the fields all day. He would get up every morning as soon as the sun got up in the sky, to head to work in the fields. Mama would rock me when I was a baby, in an old rocking chair by the fire. Daddy would kiss me on the head and mama on the cheek. He then would smile, say good-bye, and work until the sun went down in the evening. If we were lucky, he would bring home some meat. Normally it was a little bit of bacon. This was a treat. A celebration for all of us. As a toddler I would dance for joy when Daddy could bring home some bacon and a loaf of bread for us all. Daddy, being weak and in pain from a hard day’s work smiled and picked me up, holding me close to his chest. “Oh Beatrice, your smile sure does make a poor man rich” he would say softly. I loved my Daddy. I didn’t notice that we were peasants. As long as I had my Mama, Daddy, and a little food in my stomach, that’s all I needed to be happy. But one day, all that changed.
By Christiana Mata4 years ago in Fiction
