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[sid] => 76262
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Christmas picnic
[time] => 2004-12-17 20:12:30
[hometext] => Sorry for the crappy title its all i could think of coz i am lazy my friend Jen said it the story need work but i posted it anyways coz i am lazy thank you for reading if you do read
[bodytext] => I went to the city today to buy the last of the gifts I needed to get It was a nice day it was warm and it had been snowing Really was a perfect day for shopping I went to the mall and spent all the money I had Buying gifts and all the little things I needed to It knew everything I had to buy and it was a lot of stuff But every year I would get an extra gift just in case I would also get a few gifts for the local Gift from an Angel Program They would get gift from people and give them out to the orphanages And also bought some food for the feed the homeless program But I always kept that extra gift just in case you know This year I got a bear that felt so warm when you hugged it I guess I am still a kid at heart Well after I left the mall and went to the parking lot I out all the gifts away into the trunk of my car and the back seat Even some in the front seat too I could not fit the bag with the bear in with all the rest That one I would have to carry on top of me with a few others I was not ready to leave and did not have a place for it so I put the ones I could on my seat and closed the door and locked it So I kept the bear with me and went back to the mall I wanted to go and get something warm to drink for the ride home I looked into my wallet and only had enough for a few coffees and some gas It was enough so I made my way through the parking lot Half way there I a homeless girl who could not be more than 15 years old She looked so pale and cold as if the sweater she had on was not keeping her warm It really was not so cold out then but she was shivering so pale There were some boys laughing at her that would not stop She started to cry and her skin started to look like ice And all of the sudden it started to snow and a blizzard started to form I hear the girl scream out the words ITS NOT MY FAULT and she ran away I decided to chase after her, she ran so very fast but I kept up We ran for about ten minutes or so till she came into an allay with a dead end When she saw I was still there catching my breath from the loss of moisture in my mouth The snow was making the weather change into a dry cold very fast I guess she thought I wanted to hurt her and she lifted her hands and this tone of snow Just covered me whole but it was not enough to keep me down So I shook it off and saw that she ran off again So again I chased after her again till she ran and tripped on a rock that was on the ground She fell down and I went to her quickly to see if she was ok Even on the ground she was fighting me off till I calmed her down And said that I was not going to hurt her I stood up to help her she got on her knees and through her arms around me crying I got down to my knees and held her; she must have been hurting so much She would not let go of me I did not want her to but she felt so cold When she stopped crying I asked he if she was ok and also asked her name She told me that it was Maurine and showed me her knee She had a pretty bad cut on it so I took out my mini fist aid kit I told her that it might sting and cleaned it up with an alcohol towel See I was a part time nurse and always had my kit on me So after I cleaned it up I saw it was not so bad and put a band aid on it I had asked her why she was out on the streets alone during winter She told me a story that just made my heart ache But really it was a very common tale Her father had left her when she was very little So little that she did not even remember his face And when she was 9 her mother dies from pneumonia and other complications. I asked her if she was hungry and if she wanted something warm to drink She said yes and I heard her stomach rumble when she looked down We both had a small laugh so then I asked her how she would feel if I told her I had something in my bag and that it was for her She was very silent so I opened up the bag and brought the bear out I handed it to her and she automatically hugged it and said thank you Then she gave me a great big hug and when we parted I told her to wait for me Coz we were going to have a picnic right there at the park by the mall And she smiled and said ok and that she would wait for me So I ran off and went back to the mall and got some food you know A few sandwiches and small salads and stuff I got about fifty bucks worth of Food like little snacks and some more than a few sandwiches and warm coco I had to put it all on my credit card even though I hate those things So I got everything packed up nicely I even bought a basket to put it all in With blankets and what not to lay on and keep warm So I ran back to where I left her as fast as I could ***** I hate running but what the hell When I got back the place she was there passed out bleeding form her nose She still had the bear in her arms and so I pushed the basket back into my shoulder Picked her up and noticed she was breathing but not responding With her in my arms I rushed back to my car With my key chain I opened the doors and the trunk of the car I asked some people there to put all I had in the back seat in the front and To put as much as they could in the trunk and they did Luckily I did not have to leave anything behind and even had room for the basket A lot of people were depending on those presents I laid her down in the back seat and put a blanket over her to keep her warm I got in the front and went to the hospital I drove off for like fifteen minutes before I looked at the gas gage It was almost on empty and I hoped it was enough to get there By some miracle or what ever we got there on time I picked her up again and she had stopped breathing but had not let go of the bear So I ran inside the hospital screaming for some help Some doctors and nurses came with one of those bed and I put her on it and they rushed her away Two hours go by and a doctor comes and gets me to ask if she had insurance And I told him that I would use mine to help her and he said it was fine He then told me that I could see her in an hour that they are cleaning her up But that she did want to see me and was ok she just kind of froze over from the cold So after an hour I went to the room and she was there sleeping with the bear So I got the stuff from the basket and prepared everything for the picnic [comments] => 3 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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