A Short Story : A Story?

"I 'll miss you." She drew me close and gave me a hug, and I assured her I 'd be back sooner than she 'd realize. She then told me that she loved me.

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

My first instinct was to rush to her side, but I knew better. The past few weeks was filled with her constantly telling me to quit worrying. She was tired of my concern, but I couldn't help it. That's what friends are for– We're meant to worry when our friends are in pain.

"No!" Screeched Traviata as she sat up straight sweat beading down her face and panting heavily.

She quickly jumped out of the X-Wing and headed for her room instantly. Even though the mission was successful, everything still ended horribly wrong. Too many of the Rebellion fighters had lost their lives, more than there should have been. It was meant to be a quick mission but it had ended becoming a never ending battle that lasted for hours.

You know, when you’re the heir to the throne of a long dead Camelot and one of the last remnants of a dying magical world, it’s almost an insult that nothing tried to kill you before you turned fourteen.

Nancy woke up with pain in her back. She couldn’t remember anything from last night she got that drunk she thought. She found it odd how when she went to the bathroom there was a mark on her back. When she was getting ready for school she checked to see if the mark was still there. It was not.

We were eating dinner when I asked how we were supposed to afford a three week trip to New Hampshire. We weren’t exactly well off, and winter was by far the most expensive time of year.

The world was as normal as it had always have been and nothing was out of the ordinary. Jason had finally achieve his dream of being a detective who brings murders to justice. He always wanted to prove to himself that one day, he would be the one to bring justice. However, there were some issues with his health that held him from being put out in the field, but all he care about was his dream to care about anything else. He had recurring problem that held him back from doing the thing he always wanted to do, his one meaning in his life, his job, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

Gavin hands me a cup with a lid,wrote on a piece of tape says ‘Gavin A.’ “Well if this doesn't work let me know,I’m next door after all” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for your...um...contribution...” He blushes and touches the spot where I kissed him. “It's no problem.I mean it's our duty to society,so what do I do now?” “Well I was about to go to the store...so I guess leave maybe?” He gives me a hug, turns to leave but stops “Hey if you ever need a friend I do live next door so maybe if it's OK with you,we can have lunch sometime?”I nod,smiling,he leaves. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I take down my braids.My brown hair is a mess,it's wild and untamed. It's curly because the braids I had in earlier. My blue eyes become an ocean as I began to sob thinking about my family. I turn on the shower.

The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.

Nat pulled a stool forward and sat down, leaning forward put the cigarette up to the top of the flame, the flame lapped at the cigarette for a while until the end glowed red like the embers of the fire. Nat withdrew the cigarette from the flame, put it up to his mouth, hesitating then sighed and gently put the cigarette in between his lips. It hung downwards, as he drew in a deep breathe, allowing the smoke to fill his mouth, he gently blew out and watched the blue-grey smoke filled the air around him. “Tomorrow, during the next tide, I’ll have to go out and see if there are any survivors,” Nat sighed, “If we can find anyone maybe they’ll know of a safe place.”

I pulled her into a hug, and clung to her. It was for her. Mostly. Hugs kept me grounded, they kept me here, instead of some other world playing out frightening things in my mind. My knees shook a little bit, but nobody noticed this tiny expression of anxiety. She curled her face into my neck, and let out a little sob. We held on for a few more seconds and then she slipped out of my grasp and sank onto the floor, curling up in a ball underneath one of the hallway desks. The shy part of my heart sank, there was going to be a scene.

It 's 3p.m in the afternoon and we 've been sitting here in the waiting room, waiting for Mom to wake up. I just want her to wake up, she 's all me and Ashton have left. I look over to my left, I see Justin and Eliza cuddled up in a big chair together, sleeping. I look to my right, and I see Ashton looking at me from a few chairs over. "Hey Babe, why don 't you come sit closer to me," Ashton says. I look at him, and I don 't move, "I think I 'm going to go talk to my mom Ash, I don 't really want to do anything else but be near her." He gives me a sad look, like a puppy, "yea of course Babe, go be there for her," I started to walk out the waiting room, "hey Babe," he looked at me with a half-smile, "yeah, Ash?" I couldn 't smile back, not