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Katlyn Orthman Sep 2012
Valor Gates poured her younger siblings cereal, they sat at their broken kitchen table.  The cereal was stale and she wasnt sure if the milk was spoiled.  Her anxiety was through the roof, her mother hadn't come home last night.  It wasnt anything new, her mom was a drug addict, she would go out to the club and not come home, sometimes not even for days.  She wouldnt call, or text to let Valor know she was okay, or where she was.  She couldn't even call the police the times she went missing for days, because she knew they would call child services, and they would take the twins from her.  Angela Gates was the typical ****** mom, got pregnant at sixteen, she had no way to support a child except through her now ex boyfriend Charles,who she had cheated on, hence Valor.  Charles had sacrificed his teen years to try and raise Valor, he'd been a father to her, and she loved him for it.  He left six years ago, a little bit before the twins were born, they also weren't his.  Valor at ten years old had taken on the mother roll when the twins were born. She'd even named them, Andrew and Abigail.  She thought of them as her own.  She taught them how to read, she'd taught herself to read.  She taught them how to tie their ripped hand down shoes, she hadn't learned tell she was eight.  She taught them how to ride a bike, she didn't know how.  She taught them how to swim, she'd never been to a lake or a pool before that.  Valor went to school part time, then skipped the rest of the day to go to her job at the hardware store.  She got payed minimum wage, her paycheck went to the bills, and the small portion left went to the groceries.  She got the twins clothes from the shelter, or from neighbors whose kids had grown out of them.  She hadn't gotten any new clothes, or new anything since two years ago when Charles bought her some clothes and a cheap ipod for her birthday.  Those gifts had meant everything to her.  Valor sat down in the broken stool by her little brother and patted his little blonde head.  The twins were beautiful Andrew was tall for a six year old with short blonde hair and giant blue eyes.  Abigail was just as gorgeous, she already had thick hair to her tiny waist in tumbles of blonde satin, her eyes though were very different.  One was as blue as Andrews and the other was the same mossy green as Valor's.  Valor wasnt a blonde with blue eyes, she saw her self plain with thick long brown hair, and shining mossy green eyes.  She worked out to stay fit, and she didnt get to eat much in fear that the twins wouldnt get enough food.  She dug out a small cheap phone that Charles had boughten for emergencies , the small screen was blank.  Her mother hadn't stumbled into the house and to her room like always.  Valors heartbeat picked up two notches and sh could hear the blood rushing in her ears.  She had a anxeity disorder that also gave her a bit of OCD.  Her OCD was extreme cleaning.  Everything had to be neat, she thought it was because her life was in such disaray that the one mess she did have control of had to be perfectly in place.  
She debated weather she should call Charles and ask if he'd seen her.
the start of a book im going to try to finish, good job if you read the whole thing :)
Oil stains valors blood
Corruption soils loyalty
Deciept won't wash out
nico papayiannis Aug 2021
All Aliens Assassinated
Because Belief Beckons
Can Charity Clarify
Drifting Dimensions Dictate
Evangelics Evaluate Emotions
Fantastic Frantic Fables
Grotesque Gratification Gargles
Heroes Help Hypocrites
Ideals Inside Insanity
Juggling Jesters Juxtapose
Kremlin Kills Kermit
Lennon Lost Liberty
Malice Marauders Meaninglessly
Nature Never Neglects Necessity
Only Oppose Oscillating Opinions
Passion Perverts Purpose
Quiet Questions Quelled
Restrictive Realities Reincarnated
Segregation Saturates Society
Tomorrow Trades Today’s Treason
Understanding Us Unites Us
Valors Victories Vanquished
Which War Was Wanted
Xenophobic ******* X-rays
Yes Yesterday Yearns
Zealous Zealots Zeniths
Nargis Parveen Aug 2019
Are you eucalyptus swinging in breeze?
Swing more seeing my smile,
Do you want Love as speedy missile?

Are you sunny sky after disappearing fog?
Dance on me in cool winter,
I feel the classic melody of a guiter.

Are you first shower of dry season?
Showing me how Love bestowed upon,
And made me gorgeous delicate as chiffon.

Are you flying solitary heron?
Calling me closer in dusk sky,
You love but expressing that feel shy.

Are you elegant sun of afernoon?
Telling to give me all the colors,
Cherishing to make me beauteous along with valors.

— The End —