A Short Story : A Story?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

“With the exception of a few problems.” I look away, but I can feel her eyes drift towards me and for a moment I feel that she can see all my secrets. I squeeze my eyes shut and block out the piercing stare I get from Raina. When she starts to speak again I feel that its safe to look at her again. “I think we made today very successful. We must be taken to where we truly belong and if we refuse, well,” she laughs slightly and continues, “thats when we step in. Rules must followed to maintain a safe and happy life and to ensure our

Do you understand?” “Najmah blinks again and studies Nusrat's face carefully before nodding slowly. Nusrat smiles and reaches for Najmah’s hands, but the girl pulls back. Nusrat stands

"Sorry, Yukio" Rin mutters quietly and looks away. Rin looks towards the board in front of him, desperately trying to pay attention, but he inevitably fails and ends up day dreaming about a certain attractive classmate of his.

“How are you!” I asked. I felt sorry for her because I had realized at that time I forgot the goddam name of her. It should not be like this. She was really a nice girl and in some cases, she was charming. She has a short black hair and clean even teeth, looked very well-bred.

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

You go over to Lara, who is a year ahead of you, two years older than you, and more than a little bit intimidating. She gives you a little half-smile which is impossible to read, but she doesn’t tell you to go away, so you sit down next to her.

I look back over at the new girl and have to catch a second glance because she’s standing there with her shoulders tense and a look I can’t pinpoint on her face. I guess she’s a touch on the shy side. I place my hand on her bare shoulder to make sure that she knows I was just teasing about how she had to come here with me. “You’ll be fine. Just relax, okay? She’s

The girl tucks her lip between her teeth in an effort to not start crying again. The feeling is extremely mutual. It’s so nice to meet this woman, but she feels like echoing the phrase won’t capture the true emotions bursting through her skin. She can’t bring herself to say anything, because anything she would say wouldn’t be enough.

“Morning” I greeted the eye-smiling girl, only to receive a cold shoulder in return. My smile faded as I released a sigh. Knowing her well, I couldn’t blame her. I tried thinking of a way to approach the topic without making the situation worse.

It was raining. It was gloomy. It was dark. Everything that Yoongi adored about the rain. The sound of his teacher's voice made him turn his head from the cold foggy window.

The morning light shined bright, the breeze blew softly. A perfect day in utopia. This was also the day Kristina Baker ended the lives of four young citizens. She lived a wonderful life, until she murdered the family on her twenty-first birthday. Kristina Baker graduated high school winning the title of Class Valedictorian, started multiple foundations and charities to support cancer awareness, and went on to attend Harvard University. With beautiful lemon blonde hair, everyone envied her at school.

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.

It was a Saturday morning and Lewis was unpacking his stuff into his new room. The Jungleport family had just moved into to an 298 year old house and everyone was trying to get used to the old smell, old wallpaper, and the old leftover things in the house. Abby was cleaning up her room because it was full of dust. James was scraping his walls because of the old wallpaper in his room. The parents were making sure the house was staying together.

"Why aren 't you looking at me when I speak to you!" the girl screamed in my face as she pulled my head by my hair towards her. "I said, kill yourself, nobody even likes you anyway"