A Short Story : A Story Of A Story?

I was so scared to respond, and get stuffed into a locker again, so I didn’t say anything. Which obviously was not the right choice because he picked me up by the shirt collar and he exclaimed

"Hadley? Is that you?" A voice called from inside the car. I jumped it startled me. I whipped my head around.

“Oh, %$#@” I said, but quickly grabbed my mouth so no other swear words would come out.

Lucifer tilted his head to the side, “Am I always assumed to be plotting something, brother?” Lucifer yet again used that term, a smirk settled on his

“Oh, %$#@” I said, but quickly grabbed my mouth so no other swear words would come out.

“SHUT UP!” The voices all went off suddenly, and it was as if a dense fog was lifted from my head.

“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened.

Anase wakes up from her bed and sighs. Mother knocks on the door, “Anase, you awake?” Anase doesn't answer and her mother opens the door, poking her head through the doorway, “Honey, someone’s here to see you.” Anase’s heart stops, she could only guess who. Coming down the stairs, Anase immediately recognizes the very tall hooded man who turns to her and smiles too fakely, “You ready, Anase?” Mother smiles, “Of course she is, aren't you Anase?” Anase smiles too horrified to say no. The man, Ender, grabs her arm, “We’ll be back Mrs. Ora.” Anase looks pleadingly back at her mom, who had closed the door.

“CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! What do I do? What do I do?” I yell while frantically pace back and forth in the living room. “How am I supposed to get to the hospital I can’t even drive!” I say sitting down on the couch with my hands in my hair.

SLAM, Joel woke with a start to the sound of the old rusted out truck door slamming shut. He figured he knew what that sound meant on this day compared to others. It meant his uncle, Bert, was putting his dog down. Joel knew the day was coming the way his aunt and uncle had been talking lately but he fought it nonetheless. Constantly yelling and arguing since that was the only thing he could think to do since he wasn’t really fighting the two adults who usually stood before him but rather time. Joel felt worthless in the months leading up to now since he knew there was nothing he could do. To Joel, that sound was the final blow, he was well aware that he did not have a choice anymore. Regardless of that fact that was sinking in, Joel bolted up right and tore through the old house flying through the front door. Completely jumping the rotted out steps Joel landed in a cloud of dust that billowed up from where his barefeet made contact with the dirt before taking off after the old pickup truck as it rumbled down the gravel driveway.

Out of breath, her knuckles were bloodied and her throat was hoarse. Pain radiated through her shoulder and toes from the multiple times she slammed and kicked against the bolted entrance.

Gran sat on her living room couch and stared at the front door, fearing Zach would never return, but also fearing he would. She spread her hands around the Cartier jewelry box, knowing she should’ve told the truth about the watch, but once the secrets and lies got their grips into her, for right or wrong, the stories persevered.

“Hey don’t get smart with me!”, as he threw the rest of my lunch on the ground and picked me up by my shirt.

I ran and i ran as fast as i could , athena called my name jack you are a chicken , come back i need you! As i ran away i went to a police station and which i told him everything as the chief replied she will be locked up for good. The nst day on the news i saw here poster saying missing and charged with 5 accounts of murder. For two months i felt like something was watching me. Then i flipped on the tv the very night i was creeped out i saw insane girl found dead. As i looked over my shoulder in the mirror next to the tv i saw athena dead. Shouted dad. Ahhhh! I exclaimed oh it was just a story haden i promise my dad said calmingly. In that moment i realized it was not a story it was true as i look in my dad's piercing blue eyes i saw athena was my dad's sister.

I looked at the dark, blank floor. It seemed to be just as stupid, and empty as I was. This cell was like a cage, and it was uncomfortably cold and wet. I only had myself to keep me warm. I wonder if I'll ever get out of here. All the choices I've made, I thought they were right. Turns out they weren't. I shouldn't of accepted that letter! It has only caused me pain and loss. I miss my family... they're probably thinking I am having the time of my life, at this ”camp”. All of this was a big, old lie, and I wish they knew that...