TITLE: Dear Opl
GENRE: Middle Grade Humorous
The dark enveloped me, squishing my lungs. A black so tarry and thick, it felt as if I were breathing syrup and forced my heart to thud in my chest. I wanted to run and sprint for the comfort of my bed, to hide beneath my quilt where no one else was allowed. But I needed this. I couldn’t leave because I had to get rid of the awful ache that wouldn’t let me sleep.
My hands fluttered blindly in front of me. They bumped against something with a pointed edge. I jerked back, thinking I’d been bit, but I took a breath and crept forward again until I touched the object once more. I traced my skittish fingers along its form until I was sure whatever I touched wouldn’t strike at me with sharpened fangs and light up with red demonic eyes. Of course it wouldn’t. It was a box of cereal. Froot Loops actually. The lip-smacking scents of tangy lemon, zingy orange, electric lime and mouth-watering cherry rose to my nose. This meant somebody left the bag open inside and Mom would be mad because it’ll have gone stale by morning.
I left the box behind and moved my hands higher up. I knocked another smaller carton to the floor where it bounced off my sock covered foot. I squatted, sweeping my hands across the floorboards until I found it. Bringing the package to my nose, I sniffed its edges. It smelled of happiness.