A Short Story : A Story?

“What is he doing here?” She says angrily. “Didn’t you know not to see him anymore after our incident the other day?”

her hair by now plastered to the side of her face. As she reached the

I nod my head and finally answer his question. "Yes, I'm supposed to meet my partner here. But I must of had gotten the time wrong." I say, about to head back out the doorway. Until I hear Ashton.

Edna Pontellier is a character that people view in different ways. Some see her as a sad woman who swam too far out and drowns. Others see her drowning as a suicide, that had to occur due to Edna’s defiance of societal expectations. Edna is a complex character who goes through an awakening and starts to reevaluate herself as a person and her standing in society. Edna realizes that she does not want to go through life apathetically or play the part of the perfect wife and mother.

"Come on, I don't have all day!" She scolds, watching him nervously fumble with the key ring.

“This can’t wait. There was a burglary. The KEG went missing and I think you have it because you were the only other person besides Maggie and me who knew of its existence and location. I don’t have it, nor does she, so that leaves you.”

He led me inside, where I instantly warmed up as I stepped inside. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back,” he said as he left to where I’m guessing was the kitchen.

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

He opened the door and no one was there. He was scared to ask but he thought it was the ghost of Lenore. So, he asked if it was her. Then a sound came back and said

"Who knows how long this is going to take. I'd rather come inside than sit here." He shrugged walking with me to my front door. I pushed open my door to find a note hung on the other side.

I rasied my eyebrow a little, Brian was seeming to be hiding something. "Do you have any place to go?" I asked, lowering my raised eyebrow. Brian was still shaking a little, not as much as before. "U-Um let's just go to your house, Tim."

doors but did not find the keys to the doors. So he went back to the bedroom and looked. But

It looked as if it hadn’t been touch in years. In the middle of the room against the wall was a four poster bed that was cover in thick blankets. There was a fireplace directly across from the bed. As Jared walked around the room he saw two doors next to each other on the left side of the bed. To the right of the bed, there were glass doors that led to a balcony. Jared walked over and looked out the balcony windows. It was still raining outside, and he could see that there were a few large puddles that gathered across the lawn.

Quickly having his guard up, he walked slowly towards its direction, which happens to be the entrance door.

"Hey, losers, heard you needed help moving into your new house!" I turned my head to the noise and laughed when I saw Scott walking towards Blake and I.