Short Story- Journal Entry #1. Young girl and family are evicted from their apartment and thrown out early morning empty handed.
“THE EVICTION”
It was late when the knock came at the door. I guess they knew that we’d done this before. We were supposed to wake up around 3:30 in the morning, pack the van, and never look back. But I guess they knew.
“BANG, BANG, BANG, It’s the police, open up!”
My mom ran into my room and told me to get the twins dressed quickly and double up. Instead, I threw some clothes in my book bag, put on some jeans, a shirt and topped it off with a hoody. I Ran to the twin’s room and started getting Jayel dressed. By the time I turned to Jace, this cop had come through the door with a flash-light, beaming it directly on me.
“Put it down” he shouted. “Those things no longer belong to you”
“Can I just get my little brother dressed?” I asked
”Put this on him.”
I grabbed the shirt that he threw at me. Put it on Jace and headed down the stairs towards the front door.
My camera hung from the landing post. It was the only thing that I had that was truly mine. It held the memories of all the places that I could not return. All the places that were home or at least the places I had slept for the last 2 years of my life. I glanced down at it. The officer that was watching the first floor looked at me, down at the camera, and then away. I bent down with both Jayel and Jace in arm and quickly shoved the camera up under my hoody. He looked up again and we locked eyes. I thought for sure I’d been caught.
He whispered “Let me give you a hand.” He took Jace out of my arms and headed to the van. My mom was outside crying. I later found out that the officer’s name was Chris, Christopher Taylor. He went back into the apartment and got the baby bag, some blankets, and the twins’ jackets. The older cop from upstairs tried to stop him, but Chris walked right through him, towards me, and put our things in the van.
“I’m Christopher Taylor. ” He looked down in shame and mumbled. “I’m sorry about this.”
Standing beyond the porch was our landlord counting out money to the other officer.
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