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Grade 5

comox
British Columbia

meaning of home

“GIVE IT BACK,” yelled Maria’s sister Helen, “NOOOW!” ugh. This happened every single morning. “NO! IM PLAYING WITH IT!” screamed her brother James. Maria sighed and buried her face in her pillow. But it wasn’t enough to block the loud noises and yelling from her siblings. “ITS MINE!” she stared at her white blank ceiling. She trudged out to see what they were fighting for. as she looked around the corner out of nowhere, SMACK “OW!” she was hit in the face with something hard. “MY NOSE IS BLEEDING!” she could see red glistening blood falling on the floor. “sorry?” muttered James she picked up the hard thing and looked at it. It was a hairbrush?!? she looked at James he was eyeing the ground. All of a sudden Maria stamped her foot and the vase with roses in it wobbled and they all held their breath. Then suddenly it fell and smashed into a million pieces. there dad was standing at the door way. “what. Happened.” “MARIA DID IT,” James and Helen screamed “SHE STOMPED AND THE VASE FELL!” dad looked at Maria. “go to your room.” he was mad. Tears streaked down her face. She stomped up to her room and slammed the door. She hated her dad. Life would be better without them. She got on warm clothes and silently crept out the back door and ran down the street. And then her eyes closed, and she fell asleep. When she woke up it was dark out. She was hungry. She was cold. She Wanted to go home. She saw her house in the fog. She knocked on the door. Her father opened it. He was crying. Her dad never cries. “Maria?” “I’m sorry” she whispered. “I’ll never run away again. I love you.”