9/11 Short Stories

Everyone had now realised what I had done and broke out in a storm of laughter. I threatened the rest of the class with a similar fate and they exploded again, it only went quiet when the shadow of Miss Blount fell over them. Miss Blount is a native Maycombian as yet uninitiated in the mysteries of the Decimal System, appeared at the door hands on hips and announced that if she hears another sound from the room she’ll up everyone in it.’ She also told me the sixth grade couldn’t concentrate on the pyramids because of the so called racket coming from my room. I did not appreciate her coming into my classroom and telling my pupils to be quiet. The bell then went for lunch everyone filed out I just sunk in my chair and put my head in my arms. A lot had happened in just half a day and there was still the afternoon to come.

Drip, drip, drop. The appearance of the rain drops hitting the water of the pool reminds me of stones being throw in the water, and how they created those perfect circles that would expand until they faded away. Though the stones made the water react, it was still the same water; it went back to being flat. Do you suppose that we take these simple visuals, and make them into something more meaningful than what it really is? It really is just simple nature, yet we put more beauty and symbolism into. At least, that was how I see the world now that my mind no longer sees tricks as magic.

The darkness in the sky gave a hint towards the evil lurking in the world. Suspicion filled the minds of all trusted to defend particular terrain. A wind blew across the world. The kind of wind that seemed to whisper,” Boo”. Upon a strike of thunder, rain started to beat the ground. An aroma of terror had been commenced.

Alma woke up that morning to the sight of gently falling snow outside her bedroom window. Delighted, she saw a blanket of white draped over the neighborhood below, creating a charming winter wonderland scene.

The rain got harder as Tina walked alone in tears. She missed her daughter Iris. Tina thought about all the good times they had together. She wondered why Iris had done that to herself. Iris was a skinny young girl who killed herself. Iris wa bullied at school for how far she was, so Iris decided to stop eating. Tina was walking in the rain. It had been a year since Iris was gone. She thought back to that day. Tina woke up and made herself some coffee. She nibbled on a muffin that she bought from the store yesterday. She took Iris to school and then went to work. Tina went throughout her day as usual, but what she didn’t know was that soon her daughter would take her own life. Iris got home and went up into her bedroom. Tina wouldn’t get home

James stood completely still, in shock at the sight of the forest. He turned to look at the girl standing next to him.

Ace stared out the window on the 3rd story floor of a rundown apartment in new york staring at the odd symbol on the warehouse across the street.

“Do something for me, and I will give you twelve payments, of a hundred thousand dollars, every month.” A mysterious voice said, from the shadows.

Mr. Miller smiled.  Ben didn't look a whole lot like his dad, but he had inherited his curiosity, his curls, and his shy smile.  Jim was blonde (well, more grey now, but certainly light) and so white he looked like he could have stepped off of the Mayflower this morning.  Ben's mom, whose parents had immigrated from Japan just before she was born, teased him incessantly for it.

At midnight they came raining down from the sky. The town was asleep so no one knew about the impending doom that was upon us. They blew across the rooftop, fluttering into tiny pieces. The sky looked devilish, flashes of white light stood out against the cobbles. It seemed like the world was falling apart. An urgent message to the residents of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country…

"Settle down, settle down." Mrs.Baker said, and the entire class immediately silenced each other, as it looked as if Mrs.Baker had something important to say. There was a moment of complete silence where you could hear nothing but the heavy breathing of the students who had sprinted to get back to their desks. Mrs.Baker stood up in the front of the room. She held up a slip of paper, and began to speak. "Class," She stopped for a moment as if to attain the class's attention once more. "I have

Somehow, he had fallen dead asleep, and he had moved from leaning against the second floor window to drooling on the desk. His eyes followed the edge of the ruler up to who he assumed was the supervising teacher. She was an older woman with an even deeper scowl than his own etched into her face. She looked like she hadn’t smiled a day in her life. She sniffed haughtily before turning away to address the whole room.

When I walked into Mrs. Miller’s classroom the students were talking for the two minutes they had before class started. Once the bell rang my teacher Mrs. Miller told her students to get out their homework. After the students pulled out their homework Mrs. Miller started talking to her co-teacher, Mr. Massie. When I was in the classroom for the first five minutes the students acted engaged. Then Mrs. Miller walked around and checked her students review homework. Following, Mrs. Miller took attendance to make sure all of her kids were present. I could see some of the students were excited to learn new material.

“I wonder what it will be like,” Akachi and Amara thought as they walked through the doors of New World High School. As Akachi and Amara walked through the halls of their new school, they met with curious faces of teachers and students around. They walked towards the end of the hall to the principal’s office. Once, they reached the office, there was a big wooden desk and stood behind it was a tall, skinny man. “Welcome, to New York Akachi and Amara, I am your new principal, Mr. Harold” said the man. After discussing, what they would have to do, Amara and Akachi went to their first period classes and started off their journey for a better education and a better life in the new world.

“Fine, whatever, if you won’t do it, then you are NOT getting any sweet streets or any snack. I’ll make sure of it!” Her voice started low but got higher with every word. The truth was lacking in her eyes, but the two younger girls couldn’t tell. Fear began to rise in Emily, visible to Jenna as a smirk grew in the place of her angered face. However, I wasn’t convinced. If it doesn’t get done then Jenna will get in trouble, not us. I thought. I looked at Emily conveying a signal for her to follow me upstairs where we could watch a movie instead. As we left I could hear Jenna sigh because she knew she failed. We had gotten too old to fall for the small tricks she played.