17-Red Jacket Holders

Helanie:

"Take your bag and leave," my mother said, shoving it into my hands before folding her arms across her chest.

The storm had just subsided after two days, and though the rain hadn't completely stopped, my mother was already telling me to go. I didn't even get to share a meal with them after eating like a savage at dinner the other night.

At least, that's what Charlotte had said—that's why I wasn't allowed to join them.

"Go!" my mother repeated, refusing to look at me. She had woken me up early, demanding I leave.

It was freezing, and I had nothing but the old pink sweater I was wearing. I didn't have socks or gloves either, and my slender fingers were already numb from the cold. The light drizzle of rain would soon soak me if I didn't find shelter.

"Fine!" After staring at her for a moment, I turned around to leave.