Gemotions

The car rumbled to a halt, dust billowing around it. Emily leaped out, the gravel crunching under her feet. She held a large plastic trash bag, eager to begin her day. Her heart felt as though it was going to leap out of her chest. It was a good day, she thought.

She stretched, the cool morning air filling her lungs. The house loomed before her, a skeleton of its former self, yet there was something truly special about it. The roof sagged and the paint was peeling, but she loved it. She spent most of her time here as a child, playing, laughing, and dreaming.

She ran toward the house, her feet barely touching the ground. This place meant so much to her.