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.

Since John did not go to the open house to meet his teachers he had no clue who they were, what they looked like, or if they were nice or not, but that was not his fear it was that he would have a class with Cam Johnson! For some reason he had never liked John, and he really never talked to him. This year was going to be different, because John knew that Cam wouldn´t try out for the school football team,so that he would get the starting spot on the town’s travel team.

Soon, only five minutes were left in class and Kenny McCormick hadn’t bothered to show up. Ace thought nothing of it when they first got to class; it was normal for him to be late. It wasn’t usual for him to completely skip the class. He was here today, she at least knew that much. As usual, this morning Craig and her had picked him up. They also had to drive him home, so it wasn’t like him to just not tell him when he was leaving early. Ace hadn’t heard from him since second period, Algebra II. Just as she began to worry that something happened, the short teenager made a loud appearance.

“Just don’t!” Margot cried, erupting in another round of sobs. The class felt like felons, for they had robbed Margot of a dream; a dream that comes only once in seven years. The students were too preoccupied wallowing in guilt to take note that this was the first time Margot had raised her voice above a whisper in months, years even. Suddenly, the teacher appeared.

As Mr. Rhodes is wrapping up his lecture, Jeremy can then but wander in the realm of thought, occasionally looking at the teacher, and never raising a hand. Not once did Jeremy ever do anything more than sitting silently in class, or do work silently.“ Once the bell rings, you may turn in any assignments and depart. If any of your students are interested, I’ll be in the classroom having a discussion about…” The school bell rings like a nuclear explosion, with the students alike to the radioactive fallout that entails the force of nature. Jeremy arises from his chair and turns in all of his papers due. Mr. Rhode’s watched Jeremy depart from the class and return the locker, before inspecting his assignment. A puzzled look forms, lasting

Kylie's dad just dropped me off from a day of shopping, and I'm definetly in a good mood. Today is finally the day. My brother Louis is coming home.

“Hey Lydia,” Indigo Fairchild said excitedly. “can we go for dinner tonight?” she added. “Ok maybe that would be nice,” Lydia Brandwood added, kind of confused. “I promised my mother that i would hang out with her tonight.” “Ok that’s fine, what about tomorrow?” Indigo asked hopefully. They kept discussing. In the end it ended up being tomorrow. Lydia went home. ”Hey Mum.” Lydia said to jocelyn as she walked through the door. “Let’s get the board games out. It’ll be just like old times.” Jocelyn said, excitedly. Lydia went to go get food from their favourite shop, Jade Wolf. When she got to the shop she went in the door. Someone had put a bag over her head. She struggled. She kicked them. She hit them. She screamed out “HELP ME!”

Nadia stretched lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She threw her comforter off her bare legs and slowly climbed out of bed. She picked up her old clock, and as she read the time, she jumped in alarm and quickly headed to the shower.

All of James' life he thought that he was just a simple man and that he would die, perfectly ordinary, in his small village. For 18 years he had lived life as it came to him, growing up in Thornwood. His life was peaceful and dull. Every day since he was young he gathered edibles and alchemy ingredients from the forest, to be sold at a small price. It was an easy job that he was good enough at, but for a long time, he had held a secret dream, to leave this place. If only he had more money, more power, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Now Sar--Gwen, my mother said as soon as Ben walked into the room. "I want you to remember not to be out too late tonight; it's a school night, remember. And did you give me Chia's number?"

“Yoongi, please, unlock the door.” The blond heard a voice, possibly Jin’s, call from outside, but there were too many thoughts swirling around his head to pay much attention. Yoongi sat against the tiled bathroom wall with his legs pulled up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees, attempting to steady his breathing and slow the pounding in his chest. How he got this way, he wasn’t sure; he’d been examining himself in the mirror and then oh god. At some point he’d stumbled to and locked the door before backing himself against the far wall.

“Please tell me, why there is an ostrich in my living room.” Kendal said from her bedroom door. She closed it to keep her Hemingway cat and her hubsand’s new lab puppy in there.

On a casual day, on the first week of October, a twelve year old, going by the name of Joshua Stephenson, was getting kicked out of his home. Again. His 6th foster parent couple, angry and disappointed, discarded him after what happened at school.

Pidge sighed and flopped down onto her bed. "Ugh... I'm so bored," she muttered. She lied there, staring at the ceiling blankly. She blinked, the ceiling light making her squint. No wonder her eyesight was so bad. She turned over and picked up her phone. As the screen lit up, she had an idea. She called Lance.

Tamotsu’s twin sister, Tatiana, practically barrelled Anya over as she stormed into his room, raging, “You didn’t fucking tell me mom was sending you off again. None of you ever tell me anything. Stars, I hate you sometimes, you’re stupid, why do you always let her do this to you?” she demanded, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a heedless rush.