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Big Lake 

by Madison C.


That morning I woke up almost hitting

my head, hearing the babies crying

seeing my mom, my brother on the bed

dad on the couch already up.

Get out of my bunk bed heading

out of our small room.  Mon

asking me if I want some

orange juice, handing it to me.

The loud click clacking of the dogs

feet. Do, Lucy and Olie.

Hearing the dogs food going into their dishes.

I feel like a Derogisch.