A Short Story : A Story?

‘The windsurfer belongs to my buddy. It’s my first time. I don’t know how.’ His voice trembles. Is it from the cold?” (Spring, 2) “I reach into the cockpit and take out a rope. ‘Hold on.’ I toss the rope. He misses. I throw it again and he catches it.” (Spring, 2). Teresa is faced with a hard choice, but she does the right thing by helping the boy, even when it will

Then he jumped. The head was lying a little clear of the water-jar, under the curve of it; and, as his teeth met, Rikki

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

“Whoa!” In the corner or her eye, she could see that the boy had tensed up along with throwing his hands out defensively,” No! Not even-”

He walked very slowly, making sure to look at everything in his path, to his mom. He noticed a little girl standing by the edge of the boat. “Mother can I go over there?” pointing over to where the girl was standing.

"My parents are not here." Akki spoke lower than he originally had, lying though his teeth. The boy eyes widen realized what he had done. Dragging Akki out of the crowd, the female followed behind.

Of the three boys, who were all looking at the Plaid Jungfrau, two of them shook their heads. The third boy, who was leaning on the buyer’s locker with his arms, stopped leaning on it, and addressed the girl with a straight face. “I’m sorry, who wants to know?”

Through her squinted eyes, she saw about two dozen confused faces staring back at her. As she looks around she realized they are all boys. She gasped as a boy jumps into the box near to where her body was hunched over. He has a very slender face, blonde hair, and wide eyes. He reached out his muddy hand towards

“Yes?” Harkens didn’t even bother turning. He didn’t know who the kid was or what he wanted, and right now he didn’t really care.

“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.

He looked up at the boy who has spoken to him in confusion. He was dark skinned, and his hair was cropped short in a buzz

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. (Golding 1)

“What are you doing here?” she asks bewildered that the boy had traveled through the dangerous woods by himself.

The boy sighed deeply and slowly stood up, not wanting to leave the beautiful willows and gambolling stream. He braced himself for the scolding he knew he'd earned and then took off running at a speed not attainable by any thirteen-year-old human boy—or any human, in fact.

’’Don’t freak out.’’said the girl.The two boys looked at each other. The girl continued by asking the two boys for help,she was looking for her ship.