Stitching the pieces back together{Open}

Hmm I didn't seem to tell my name to the girl. So I went home. I took grip in the sleeve of my black leather jacket. When I reached home I saw my siblings running around near our back porch at our empty lawn maybe the cows and sheep are back inside the barn.

"Scarlett!" both my siblings said.
"Hey the two of you. Where's dad?" I asked.
"Inside." they giggled.

My siblings and I went it. "Daddy." I say. My dad smiled. "How's my girl?" He asked.

"I brought you bread, blankets because the old ones are getting ripped and Rosette has outgrown her blanket, so the old ones can become rags. Then I got spices, eggs, sugar. Oh- wait!" I gave all the goods to my siblings so they can put it in the kitchen cabinets in order. "Here." I gave dad a pouch full of coins. But my dad didn't accept it. Instead he gave me a pouch of coins too. "You keep those...You're better in budgeting." He smiled. I smiled too. "But dad, if you need money, just get it in mom's drawer. I always keep the coins in there. In case of emergencies."

After eating dinner, I took a bath and cleaned myself before going to bed. Well, bathroom is located downstairs. Everything was quiet, down here in the first floor, the evening was so dark and only the moon's bright silvery light shines the solitude night. I'm always last to go to bed. I walked up the stairs, my hair dripping wet over my t-shirt, I held my pajama. Well, pajamas are my favorite, I'm fond of pajamas. If only you can wear them outside. I walked pass my siblings room, the door was slightly opened, the only light I see was the flickering lights of the candle. Then I passed by my parent's room, I can hear dad snoring, then I reached mine.

The wind blew sweetly from the outside. It was cold and I started to shiver. I hanged my black leather jacket near my brown leather jacket. I tossed my dirty jeans to the hamper so as my blouse. I sat on the edge of my bed as I clean my running boots with a wet rag, then I tossed it to the side. I started to brush my red hair slowly. I sighed. It was pitch dark in my room, and I can see the luminosity of the moon brightly shining down.

I lay down when suddenly a little girl was standing on my door. "Scarlett?? Can I sleep with you tonight?" I scooted aside and Rosette ran to my bed. "You can't sleep?" I asked. She nodded. "It's scary outside." She raked her brown curly hair. Her eyes were same as mine, brown chocolate, but she got her brown hair from dad.

"You know, your the coolest sister ever." Then I smiled. "No, your the coolest one. You know why? I'm not good in milking the cows but you, you can milk all cows everyday." I say touching her nose. "But you can trade, and everyday you bring a lot of things. Without getting caught." She has a point. I never got caught. I went silent.

"Scarlett, how does it feel? You know to be with mom? Dad said you look like her." She asked. She was just 3 when mom died and Sage was 7 months. "Well, mom was the greatest mom in the world."

All of a sudden a boy was standing in my door. It was Sage. I scooted again now my back is leaning against the wall, good thing Sage was tiny. "Come on." I say to Sage who looked jealous.

"Rosette didn't told me she was sleeping beside you." Sage said. He scratched his curly red hair again. "But you were sleeping." Rose said. "Okay, that's enough. Let's just sleep." I kicked the blanket to straightened and good thing it was big enough for the three of us. I stretched my right arm to hug and snuggle them both. Then we all fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad peaked in my room. My body clock automatically woke me up and my siblings were still asleep. The sun hasn't came up. It was 5:30 in the morning. My dad made a gesture for me to still sleep. Then he went down, I think he's going to the barn to start milking the cows and sheep. I slowly sat up, Rosette swing an arm, hugging my lap. Slowly I lift it and instead let her hug my pillow.

By quarter to 7 in the morning I was ready to go. "Kiddo." My dad said by the porch. He gave me coins. "Thanks." I tell him. "Take care." Then he gave me a hug.

On my way to the district, my hair is still wet over my brown leather jacket. It was a cold morning. The weather seemed to become cold as everyday pass by. I passed by the mirror shop, and I looked at myself. I hope my eyeliner won't smudge. I slide a honey balm over my lips so it won't chap in the cold. Then I went on again, holding a grip to my satchel. Suddenly I saw the girl who I ran into yesterday.