A Short Story : A Story?

"Right. I forgot that fast." I roll my eyes and unlock the door for her. She climbs in.

Howleen did not answer. She continued to sob pitifully, and her mother looked up at the nurse after a moment. “We’ll think about it.”

“Hi sweetie,” she said kissing me on the cheek, then stared at me with a concerned look. “You’re almost four hours late! Where were you?”

Are you okay?” Her normally quiet voice bounced around underneath, but there was no answer.

Jake gave me a curt smile and squeezed my shoulder gently. He walked at the end of the hallway and nodded at me, signaling me to go ahead in. I shook the jitters that I was feeling off and walked into the

She thought that Emily couldn’t follow her here. So, she shouted, “I thought you couldn’t leave you

“Yes I am dear, and guess what I got for you?” said mum as she looked tenderly upon Akari. As if coming to realisation that we’re at Josephine’s, her face blushed in

beginning.As Maddie took me to the back of the kitchen I was thinking what is going on, did I do something wrong. She turns and looks at me and say she had just lost her servant girl Polly to the mysterious fever. I felt sad for her.

I pressed my lips together as if to say yes and she opened the door, allowing me to enter.

“Well I was hoping I could go with you” she smiled back up at him.

My friends turned and saw what I meant. They then decided to ask her what was wrong, as we normally did.

Downhearted, that was the feeling that Tessa had to be dealing with everyday. Her sister, Anne, was driving her crazy. Anne always got good grades without even trying, more popular than Tessa, and extremely bossy. The students at Plymouth high school were getting ready for 2017 graduation, but Tessa was worried that she might not graduate. She had Ds in most of her classes, and no one had asked her to prom.

“This is a story that happened long ago,” the old man said. It was on his last days, every breath, making it worthwhile. His youngest grandson listening to his last words coming out of his mouth. He was a wise old man. Spent his time well, and lived his life.

“Good morning, Nancy, you have grown so tall!” she tousled my hair playfully. I grinned and grabbed a piece of toast.

“Certainly,” Anya and her mother stood, her mother moving closer to lead him toward the door of the room. “You are always quite welcome here, don’t be afraid to pop in unannounced.”