100

On April 27th, 2010, I wrote a short story that was actually short. Since then, I have made sets of stories, ten at a time. Last night, I finished the tenth set.
I wrote 100 short stories in one year! Sorry, I'm kind of excited.
Hmmm.... Maybe I should post one on here. Let's see....

Being Brave
by Elora


People always tell me I'm brave, but I'm not always brave. No one's always brave. Mama's not always brave either, especially since Papa got arrested. Sometimes she needs to go into her room to cry and pray. I help her make meals and watch my brothers and sisters a lot now.
They still get scared too. Miki has a lot of nightmares about when they took Papa. I was scared then too. We were just having church, like we do every week. I was sitting with some friends who go to my school and Papa was preaching when the police came in. They ordered us all to come out. Then they burned the church and ripped our Bibles. Miki was crying and holding onto Mama when a big man yelled at him to be quiet. Finally, they left anyone go. Everyone but Papa.
Yesterday, we were walking to school. I saw a man like the ones who took Papa away. I wanted to run up to him and scream, “What did you do with him?! Where did you take my papa?!” But I didn't.
As soon as I got home, I saw Mama cooking. She was crying. I was crying too, because kids were making fun of me about Papa being in prison. My friends were sometimes afraid to talk to me. Mama and I hugged each other hard,and cried for a long time.
When we stopped, I said, “I want to do something to help Papa, but there's nothing I can do.”
“That's not true, Sasha,” Mama replied, “There's one thing we can always do.”
So we prayed.

Keep on glowing in the dark,
Elora