|The GD from Me
Author: SkywriterSound PM
Jack is a 16 year old thrust into the Great Depression in 1930s America. Here are his surviving journal entries from that time.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family - Chapters: 3 - Words: 883 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 05-25-12 - Published: 05-22-12 - id: 3024891
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Here's the next Chapter! Longer as promised.
November 5, 1929
It's been six days since the crash. Nothin' cleared up, but then, nobody thought it would. Some people were starting to call it a recession, but more called it a depression. Many people are losing their jobs and even more are turning poor. I guess we were lucky that Mama got money when she did. I don't know how we would have made it, with little money and possessions in the first place, and four children under the roof. Mama had a lot against her. Mama's paycheck that day was $30. Not that much, especially in these times, but it was enough to gets us all food for the past week. Little did we know that we were the lucky ones.
This morning I woke up to a loud yellin' from down stairs.
"I wanna read it first"
"No, I bought it, I read it."
It was my two younger brothers, John and Peter. Peter is five years old and acts like a whirlwind on a rampage most days. John is three years old than Peter and thinks he's the boss. Some days I just want to throw him in the cupboard and lock him in. Anyway, hearing that, I ran to the adjacent room and caught them in the middle of a cat fight; arguing over a little pamphlet of paper.
It turned out to be an Adventure in the West story. Ever since people started gettin into the Old West, that's when these came out. Papers were printing those three sided pamphlets out and selling them for ten cents each. They might be short, but on a boring day, you'd be happy to have them by your side. Some of the stories are actually quite good. Telling of heroic cowboys who battle outlaws and gunslingers in the West, while rescuing the maiden in jeopardy.
Well, that's what they were fightin over, so I went in the middle and broke it up. They got over it pretty quickly and I made them breakfast. That is, if you can call a stale piece of bread breakfast. That's what I'm doing now, eating bread, watching my brothers, trying to make sense of the situation that everyone in the U.S is going through.
"Is that breakfast Jack?" asks Beth. That's my younger sister, and Mama's only daughter. At twelve years old, she's the brains of the family. Mama says she got it from our father, but he hasn't been around in so long, Beth barely remembers him. I guess I'll go into that later. Gotta get to the chores for now.