I walk in,
my father looking
numbly at the lit
computer screen,
the TV blaring
as my mother
watches the news,
which announces
death and money.
The window over
the sink pours
A gray light onto
our beige and unpainted
walls. I walk into
my room, passing
The sheetrock lying
in the hall, the dusty
spare room that used to
house my sister
until 18 swept her away.
Sunlight peaks through
my foiled window,
trying to escape.
I walk back to
the living room, sit
on the worn green couch
and watch the blaring
TV with my
mother and father.
by Alicia, 10th Grade