A Short Story : A Story?

“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.

Gerard was in the kitchen making yet another cup of coffee. He eventually walked back into the living

“OK” she said and turned to me. “I think we need to go now so I have time to unpack and re-arranged everything”

She wiped her tears away, walking towards the front of the house to greet her mother. Instead of seeing the brown head of her mother she was greeted by her sister, Valerie. She lept forward, hugging her. “They cleared you? Thank god, I knew you didn’t do it!” Valerie's turns towards, her eyes are dark with rage.

"Sorry mom Maddie wouldn't let me leave the room," Miranda said as she walked into the Kitchen.

“Mom! Come on. We’re gonna be late!” Anxiously, I sprint upstairs to see what is taking so long.

An electronic beep of an alarm clock begins Crystal's day. She wakes up, groggy, swinging her legs to the edge of her bed while rubbing her shoulder. The cold wooden floor against her feet sends small shivers up her back, as she walks across the room to her dresser. She thumbs through her shirts in the top drawer, quickly deciding on a black stone wash tee. She spends even less time choosing her pants, grabbing the first pair of pants in the bottom drawer, dark blue skinny jeans. In the bathroom she quickly showers, styles her hair, and does her make-up, making herself look presentable for her job. She wakes up her son, who after ten minutes drags himself out of bed, and gets ready for the day. She hands him the lunch she packed for him,

"Mel! Get up outta of bed now! Your not showing up late again!” My mom's distant voice echoed throughout the house. My mom was always a big fan of school, and when I ever showed up late, I got an hours worth of scolding.

Clary limped towards the fridge and after a few struggling seconds, pulled out a jug of milk along with some eggs. Charlotte was still sleeping and the early morning atmosphere filled Clary with an odd peacefulness she rather enjoyed. Sure, her leg was broken and it was difficult to do things herself but her spirits were high since the doctor had informed her that the cast would be off in three weeks time.

“Mom!” Shouted Olivia. “I want to talk to you about when I was little. I have so so many questions to ask you. What was the first word I said? What age did I start walking?”

Liam held Louis tightly. The boy's skin was freezing. He walked carefully with him up the steps and towards his bathroom. The omega clung to Liam like a sloth, digging his overgrown nails into Liam's shoulders. Liam pried the omega off him and sat him down on top of the toilet seat. The boy let out a small whine and brought his legs up to his chest. He stared back at him blankly as if he was stuck in a daze.

“(y/n)!” my mother yells from the kitchen downstairs, “Steve is here to bring you to school!” I grab a hair brush and my small bag of makeup before running down the stairs and out the door.

“Alright girls, I’ll finish the kitchen if you two want to move on to the bedrooms. Hopefully you’ll be able to stay here tonight.” instructed Mom.

You walk outside to get some fresh air and as soon as you open the door you were blinded by the flash of a camera.

Katara woke to find the snow had ceased. It was already midday. She rose from her bed, stretched, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She changed into her clothes, which had been washed and dried overnight, and ambled downstairs. The inn's dining room was bustling with occupants eating lunch. Almost as soon as she sank into a chair, a bowl of porridge was placed in front of her.