A Short Story : A Story?

I rolled my eyes and giggled. “This is gonna be quite the adventure then, huh?” I asked cocking an eyebrow at him.

“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.

“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,

"Miranda! Hurry up you're going to be late for school!" I yelled at my 18-year-old daughter for the 5th time.

“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.

I lied motionlessly on by bed as I felt the regretful all-nighter I had pulled while trying to finish my homework. I could barely keep my eyes open as I shifted my head to glanced at the blurry clock. I managed to read out the time, which only showed that I was going to be late for school again.

“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.

‘I’m going to be late anyways. There’s only 10 minutes left until my first class. Why don't I just take a moment to first munch my toast,’ Katharyn said resignedly. But not too long after, she remembered that her parents would be very disappointed if they knew she arrived late to school.

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.

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.

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.

I sat in my room, staring out the foggy window. All I could see was the endless trees covered in bright shades of red, orange, and yellow. I wonder what this year will be like… I wondered silently. Suddenly I heard footsteps climbing the stairs, breaking me from my thoughts. I thrust myself back under the covers, frantically entangling my legs. My door opened and my mother stepped into the room. Lightly she shook my shoulder, peeking through a squinted eye I could see she was still half asleep herself. “Jackelyn,” she sniffled, “get up, first day of school.” I sat upward and pretended to be tired. I yawned, “Mom you don’t sound good.” She shook her head, “Jack you worry ‘bout me too much honey.” “Well-” She cut me off before I could say anything else. “Jackelyn, for the love of God, it’s a head cold.” I looked down. “It’s-it’s just that dad…” She lifted my chin with a bony finger, “Look honey, I miss your father too, but you need to toughen up. I promise I’m not leaving anytime soon.” I groaned, I could never handle mushy stuff. “Ok get ready fuzz ball.” I raised my eyebrow, confused. “What?” She pointed at the mirror and shut the door behind her. I glanced over at it, and saw my black hair in a giant heap of fuzz. Turning away, I looked back at myself. I had my father’s brown eyes and black hair that I kept at my shoulders and my mother’s tall, bony body and pale complexion. Thinking about my father, my eyes welled and I turned away.

“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?”