Leave Me Under the Willow Tree
I grew up out in the country in what my brother Jace and I like to call Saule which is willow in French, because of the giant willow tree in the middle of our land. Papa never lets us go to the willow tree, but Jace says papa don't know where it is. I say papa don't know anything cause he drinks. "Sienna!" papa yelled my name so loud I almost fell out my bed. "Yes papa" I had to respond quickly if I didn't he'd come hit me. "Get your ass out here!" I ran as fast a I could to the front of our shanty house. "Sienna did you knock the clothes of the clothesline?" "No papa, it must've been a critter" I responded. He grabbed my hair and threw me on the ground. " I know you did it, you little bitch!"
