3 Am: A Short Story

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

I don’t want to go back there! It’s full of phonies!” then I stormed upstairs into the attic. I felt so depressed, I just want to talk to Phoebe. There were a lot of things that I left in the attic before I was sent to boarding school so I figured that I’d go through it. I opened the boxes to find, papers, clothes, magazines, and Allie’s baseball mitt. The mitt was still the same color brown but in the inside, the poems that Allie wrote were starting to fade. The words on the inside were barely there anymore all that was left were a few letters here and there. I couldn’t remember any of the poems. I just started to cry and scream out loud out of nowhere and I could not stop. I felt like my insides were being ripped out of me. My body was numb when Phoebe came home and heard me upstairs. I don’t want her to see me like

I craved her while she was away. Her control on me was undeniable. I’ve never loved and hated someone so much in my entire life.

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

She had not seen him do it, but she knew all the same. It was written all over his face, his flaws inscribed in his freckles, writing a story of guilt. Aurelia suffocated on air that would not reach her lungs. She believed that everything he said was probably half-hearted, half a lie, but she still wanted to believe in the half-truths. She wanted to fall in love for the first time, and she did not care if it was with a boy that did not need her, or want her. He had once told her that he could not bear to think about anyone hurting her, but last night had hurt her beyond any pain anyone had ever caused her, and she believed she had undergone a lot of pain throughout her life. She was ill, tears making her sicker, and she lay down in bed, holding her breath, trying to make herself pass out so that she would not have to deal with being awake with a broken heart. She waited, suffocating on sadness, and she wondered if she would die from a lack of oxygen. She did not know if her heart was still beating. She wanted to be in love, but more than that, she wanted him to love

She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes for the first time tonight. Her large, dark eyes captured me like a fish on a hook. Her eyes cried out pain and loneliness and seemed to see through my superficial persona.

“Sorry. You fell asleep so fast I thought you must have been exhausted. So I thought I would let you sleep for a little. Mya sat straight up. “How long have have I been asleep?”

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

The entire ride home from Morrie's had a horrible sense of finality to it. That was the last time I would see my old professor, as much as it pained me to admit, I knew it was inevitable. The world around me began to slow. I was hungry, but couldn’t bring myself eat. There were so many thoughts running through my head as I slammed the brakes of my car. I felt isolated, like I was the only person in the world. Cars continued to drive all around, some were still behind me blaring their horns, but I just sat there, coming

Five minutes more would be nice. Five minutes more is all I need to stay awake.

I Am so full of emotion I cannot even explain to you how happy and nervous I was today. Today made me forget all the time I was away from Daisy. This girl, this beautiful girl that I have not seen for almost 5 years, was finally going to be in my presence again. My body could not handle the concept. When nick heard a car pull up he went to go open the door and I felt like I was dreaming. When she walked in my heart just relaxed, all I did was stare at her. Stared deep into her eyes and I found it was impossible to let go of my gaze. She stared back almost uncertain that we were in the same room together. “ we haven't met for many years” said daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be.” “Five years next November”

As the light turned green, I sat for a moment, not moving, and asked myself what I was going to do. Then I accelerated slowly, waiting for the car on my left to pass as I changed over to the left lane. I made four left turns at four consecutive stoplights until I approached the library again. Pulling into the library's parking lot, I turned off my lights, radio, and heat. As I opened the car door, the cold air stung me like a quick slap to my face. Slowly and uncertainly, I walked toward Mike.

Heading out, i see a clear dull blue sky as the sun isn't fully out yet. I had to walk down the 7 blocks. Its was just a straight line to the corner of peoria. The horror that walk is. I can only see the gap of the road and the cars passing. I couldn't look away because it was my destination. the fear of seeing my bus pass. It’s only one chance, if i miss this bus, i will be late because the next bus comes every 30mins. Being late was a one way ticket to the wrath of my mother. Walking down and feeling the cold breeze through me. Making it to the stop sign was hope of making it to school on