A Short Story : A Story?

"Why can't we discuss this tomorrow so the children can sleep Elizabeth?" Father retorted, hoping not to hear another complaint. Silence filled the boudoir once again as I finally drifted to sleep.

"5 more minutes." I mumble into my pillow. Suddenly I'm lifted out of my bed and set down on the floor. "You're going to pay for that."

"I'm here, sorry I slept in." He says placing his hands along his knees, "I ran all the way here." he is breathing heavy.

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

“I think so too,I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,it’s getting late,” whispered my dad.

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

"I think I did him a favor by taking this piece of junk." Scarlett laughed.

The sky was still dark as I got out of my car in front of the school building. The winter morning was silent beyond the crunch of my boots in the snow and the howl of the wind. Immediately after stepping out from the shelter of my car, I was welcomed by the piercing wind, it was relentless. The door was about 30 feet away and had I not been scared of tripping I would’ve run to escape the cold. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and began my way to the front door. The air stung my eyes each time a gust passed, my nose began to run, and although I couldn’t see for myself, I’m sure most of my face had taken on a red color from the biting wind.

“I was on the roof most of the time. I only saw you when I came in for more shots. You were pretty preoccupied by then.”

“What are you doing? Your bed is over the other side of the room. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

I leave his room and turn off the light. I shut his door and start walking across the hall to my bedroom. After letting out a long and shaky breath, I open my door.

“I thought you slept like the dead!” she said, crossing the room to the bedside.

"Frank's sleeping so we have to be quiet.. talk to me." Gerard cocked his hip out, leaning on the frame of

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

After chores are done I mosey on into my bosses house to eat breakfast. "Umm I'm hungry, nothing like a hot meal on this cold day." I think.