Mannequin Mask Chapter 1 Part 1 Beginning

Mannequin Mask
by: Morgan Kauffman 

Chapter 1 
Part 1


Beginning 


        "This was the first time I was left alone, and the last." 
     The year was 1990, an old home stood at the top of a long hill at the end of a dirt road. Victoria; a five year old girl was inside; sitting in front of a television set, her eyes glued to the screen. Her long blonde hair lay straight at her back but was ruffled as she turned her head quickly to look to her mother. "I'm headed out," her mom said and she grabbed her keys, "The tv will be playing cartoons for you. Do not get up. Do not touch anything. I'll be right back!" She makes her way to Victoria; gives her a kiss goodbye and walks out the door. 
     
    "I tried so hard to sit still, the television shows were blaring, but I was not distracted by it enough to ignore the growing hunger in my stomach." Present Victoria narrates. 

     Young Victoria stands up from the cherry red carpeted floor and makes her way between the two small and very used arm chairs with pea green fabric to the dimly lit kitchen. She gets into a cabinet after retrieving a small chair from one corner of the room. She reaches as high as she can for a small pot, a macaroni and cheese mix, and a lighter.  She makes her way to the gas stove, an old thing that is well worn and with paint chipping at it's sides.  Victoria turns the gas as high as it will go on one of the burners, she then makes her way to the chair and pulls it again to the front of the stove to see it better. 

     "My show came back on from the commercial break..." 

     Victoria hears the tv make the interesting blaring sounds and runs to the tv, the gas on the stove still running.
She sits in front of the television on the floor and watches intently with the lighter still in hand. 

     "The gas, the gas is still on."

     Young Victoria realizes she is still hungry and rubs her empty stomach with a large, but adorable frown on her face. She makes her way back to the stove and wobbles her way to the top of the chair. She struggles with the lighter and finally ignites it.



          "An explosion, then that's all I can remember from that day."







A note from the Author. 

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