Sammy J And I Sing My Song: Barbie Girl

Sammy j and I sing our favorite song “barbie girl” in the small apartment we live in, others think that we are weird but I don't think so. The others say that we are horrible at singing and tell us to shut up. Lately, the days have been longer, the skyscrapers are getting taller, and there is nowhere to run and be free and the weather has been ugly and freezing it feels like dry bricks are thrown at you. Ever since that horrible day, Sammy j has never been the same. I can see it on his face, the dark circles around his d bottomless pit brown eyes. But he doesn't want to admit that he looks like he's been in the hospital for ages. After Jib, Dib, Fib, and Bob passed it's been tough for the both of us and terrifying because they were our only

Everyone went back to their houses. Except for Emma. She’s new here and she doesn’t know about the protocols that we have in our community. I went after her, I yelled her name but she didn’t hear me. I wanted her to come back. But when I went around the corner passed the trees to stop her, she was shoved into the van. I kept running after the van but then van was to fast for my small legs and I was no match. I walk home with sadness filling up in my heart. I say that that the van is gone and everyone comes outside. One neighbor asked if I have saved her. But as they saw my miserable face, they all knew that she had passed. “She passed, she’s gone and I don't know if she will ever come back,” I say. “How do you Kerprap, how do you know that she passed?” “While I was running after Emma I saw her get shoved in that old, white-horrible van.” “Oh,” the same neighbor said. I walk home to find Sammy j crying in his room. “What's wrong? I asked. “Keprap, I could be next, you can be next and there is nothing we can do about it we could both and end up just like Emma.” Sammy j is corrected but the only response I have for All I do is stare hard at his face I can’t say anything because he is