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.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a stern look on her face. Instead, I flick it on to see my cousin standing right beside me with a worried look on her face. “I thought something happened when you didn’t come home. The town is so small you couldn’t possibly get lost. So a kidnapping was the only rational solution,” she blurted.

It was a Friday night and Aspen and Maebelle were on there way to “The Jennings Halloween Bash”, only the biggest party of the whole year. “Is Landon going to be there?” asked Aspen. “I think so, why” replied Maebelle. Aspen grew silent and thought about her feelings for Landon, after all he probably doesn't feel the same. They were best friends, if she admitted her feelings and he didn’t feel the same, their bond would never be the same.

“I only agreed to the date to get Mom off my back!” Nadia shouted into her phone, which was laying across on the dresser, bumping up and down as she marched to her closet. The phone vibrated with every step, making the response almost inaudible. It didn’t stop Nadia from trying to carry on the conversation anyway, her head halfway through a dress as she shouted at the phone on the other side of the room. “What do you think, Sophia?”

“Why do they have to make everything so complicated!” Hannah Page exclaimed from the perch on her bed. The tight knit group of girls that I have been drawn into were sprawled across a bedroom, all of us complaining in agreement about the amount of effort it took to plan a simple day trip when the male half of our dysfunctional pseudo-family was involved. Phones were buzzing as we tried to organize last minute plans, with the boys continually introducing complications that hindered us from our goal. The girls and I continued filling the air with plans for a day in Nashville, as the boys either interrogated us for details, or in Zach’s case, stopped replying all together.

“Hannah, you need to let Izzy, Nala, and Brodie out,” my mom said, entering the school room. Reluctantly, I went to let them out. Again, I had to

“Please mom. I didn’t do anything all summer long, and it’s only to the park for a couple of hours. Pleasepleaseplease.” I heard my sister begging as I walked down stairs and into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Low and behold there they were, my sister on her knees, her fingers interlaced with each other as my mother washed the dishes. My mom glanced behind me and smirked. “Oh no. What did I just walk into.” “Mija take Sofia to the park to spend time with her friends.” “But I don’t wanna.” “Right now I don’t care what you do and don’t want to do right no, you are taking your sister to the park and that’s final.” “What am I supposed to do? Dinah, Normani, and Ally still aren’t back from their vacations, I’m almost 18, Sofi and her friends

“Yes, we’ve been over this before.” Emele said waving her hand dismissively. “Oooh...” Janelle clenched her fists and closed her eyes tightly as she said it. “Why can’t you be more like your friends?” She asked her sister. “My friends are not my friends anymore.” Emele said. “Really? Wow, time changes. NOW WILL MARGARET PLEASE COME SAVE ME?!?” Janelle yelled. And right after that, Margaret burst into the room with a cloak

The Bella house is abandoned the moment school is out for the summer, with the exception of Chloe and Beca, who have stayed around for various reasons. They wave goodbye to the last girl as they climb into a taxicab and then shut the door with a content sigh. Beca has all intentions of escaping to her room and working on yet another mix, but Chloe has different plans. She drags the unwilling girl to the kitchen and plops her down on one of the stools while she finishes making the cup of tea she’d been preparing for nearly an hour now. According to the redhead, this summer is going to be a great bonding experience and they 're going to be closer than ever. Because, sure, they aren’t close enough already.

“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!”

I watched him fall. Pelting down like rain down the tower that nearly touched the sky. It happened all so fast I couldn't think to move. To react. To shutter. He just fell until his limp body kissed the ground. I tried to move. To run to him. But my body felt paralyzed and broken. I felt a tear slowly run down my cheek as the pain finally slipped out. My once bright blue eyes became red and puffy as a waterfall of tears excited me. I still couldn't move though, my small physique was stuck to the grass under our tree. My heart was crumbed into a million peices. He was gone. He was dead.

“Hurry! It’s this way,” The young woman called back to her two companions as they raced up the barren landscape, a dark red, stiff foliage layering over the white soil beneath their feet. “Just over this ridge!”

A block before their house, Clara abruptly stopped and turned towards her brother. “Max, this is the last time I’m gonna call you from the playground, okay? We’re late, and Mom told us to come home by three, and it’s already 3:15!” she yelled harshly. The young boy next to her did not respond. There was a moment of silence, with the rain being the only audible sound. “I figured, huh. I bet you don’t even care”. Clara began to walk solemnly, looking down at the ground, wondering how she got stuck with her obnoxious little brother.

But after a few minutes of walking, I heard her scurrying behind me. I whirled around and yelled,