A Short Story : A Story Of Sophia

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.

Smith waiting frantically, “Gosh Isiah you scared me, you’re lucky I covered for you guys”

Fire coursed my lungs and I struggled to breathe as I fought the flames. In spite of that, I still couldn’t get through. I panicked. Guards were bound to arrive any second now and we would be sitting ducks I these flames. Hoping my team were following, I moved my nimble body to the wall. If I couldn’t get through the flames we had caused, then we’ll have to go over them. My skin tingled as the orange flames began to scorch the coat I was wearing. My head was clouding. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen was breaking me down. What a relief if I would just let go, let go….. A jolt from behind woke me up from my daydreams. Grinning like a madman, Alex shouted from behind me “Come on Robin!” Using his incredible gymnastic skills he vaulted over the wall and across the barrier of flames. When he got down he doubled over laughing at my shocked expression. And seeing what he had done, soon the rest of the team joined him. Though where was the captive? Alex’s amused expression soon turned to horror as he realised the same thing I had. We had lost the captive. Again. Furthermore, we did not understand what sort of cruelty he could do now we brought him to his home territory. Even more, now we had nothing to offer to get Ruth back. My shock turned to anger and I jumped off the wall with a determined posture. I seethed Alex with a glare, although it was not just his fault our snake-like prisoner managed to slither away. “We need a new plan,” I growled clenching my fists. “And it better be pretty

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

Mrs. Sofia is a 46-year-old Hispanic female. Mrs. Sofia moved to the United States six months ago from the Dominican Republic. She moved with her family to Connecticut to better their lives and for greater job opportunities. Mrs. Sofia works at the local high school as a housekeeper. Mrs. Sofia is happily married with two daughters, one son, and she lives with her parents. Mrs. Sofia is very close with her family. Mrs. Sofia stated, “My family is the biggest part of my life and support system”. Mrs. Sofia’s primary language is Spanish, but can speak some English. Mrs. Sofia and her family believe in folk remedies in times of illness. In time of sickness, she uses herbs to help cure the illness. Since Mrs. Sofia is a immigrant from the Dominican Republic she was not able to receive the same type of health care that a typical American would have.

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

RUN! GO NOW!” Ava screamed as she was pushing Mia. They both rushed up the stairs and swung open the door at the top as the big, heavy, door that creaked when you opened it. The door leaded to the outside of the big creepy house. It was like a dog chasing a cat. Ava lived right next door so all they had to do was hop the fence and they were safe. Ava pulled herself up and leaped over the fence so fast like she had done that a million times before. and was perfectly safe but Mia was stuck. “Come on Mia! They are right behind you!” Ava shouted as she was peeking through the fence. Ava grabbed Mia’s hand and pulled her over. They both fell to the ground, and looked at each other with so much

“C’mon Alyssa!” She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my frozen state, Practically lifting me off my feet. My heartbeat sped up I could hear nothing but the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, my heartbeat, my deep heavy breaths. The foot steps behind me weren't running but walking, walking after us. We ran up into her yard and opened her door fast and slammed it shut. I watched in shock as her fiddled with lock on the door.

Charlie grasped my chest as Freddie wrapped his arms around my waist, preventing my jump from the ledge into a hundred foot drop to a rock landing. My body had nothing left at that moment, but to fight and slash and scream and pound the earth as if it was my enemy. I fought anything near me. Freddie. Charlie. Myself. I couldn’t control the terror in me. The overwhelming fear ripping from my skin. And the last scream exploding from my body shattered me into a thousand shrapnel, and each piece was grasping for something not

Sophia’s mother’s grip tightened around her small body as the rotting floorboards above creaked under the pressure of solid combat boots. Quaking with fear her mother knew that they had no chance. Two worn hands gently held her lifeless cheeks, as her mother, consumed by terror and love, kissed her forehead and placed her in a dark corner. With the small beams of light that slithered their way through the cracks, the confused little girl saw tears streaming down her mama’s pale face. The haunting sound of boots stomping with pride ceased as they stood above them like animals callously hunting their prey. She raised her quivering finger up to her chapped lips as the piercing sound of gunshots split the silence and a frenzied spray of metal showered down, missing them by inches. The floorboard above was torn up revealing her mama to the monsters. Sophia remembered being frightened when her teacher read a

This all began sophomore year when Sophia was a transfer from her previous high school in the inland empire, called Poly. Sophia came down to Buckeye high school, because she was having personal issues. Sophia wasn’t the type of girl to let people in or know about her personal life, and this was because of what had happened in previous situation before. However Sophia was a student athlete, carrying a 4.0 and had many offers to play college ball. She was a softball player and has been playing ever since the age of seven years ; that was her passion and her get away from problems in life. She was different than most girls she was quiet, had no interest to being anyone's friends, very independent and showed that on her first day at Buckeye

She wiggled frantically against the hard wall tried to set herself free but she was already growing lightheaded and weak in his grasp. “Stop-“ she gurgled on her words slamming a fist into his hands but they bounced off him the same as before. Panic set in, as he dragged her body along the wall with only the slip of lingerie to protect her skin. Amira couldn’t cry out of she wanted, her eyes watering up as he shoved

A friend had mentioned; there were two pups that would turn two-months and that they were ready to be removed from their mother’s feeding breast. One of the Pups had white with brown marks and the other one was plain black. Butterflies swirl in my stomach and I felt so anxious driving towards my friend’s house to pick up my new family member. When I arrive at my friend’s garage my heart was beating fast as I walked towards the mother and her puppies Cuddling in her mother’s palms with her eyes wide open. That pretty and adorable face, and of course admiring her white skin with two brown marks on her back and around the belly where unique.

Anna Marie was a beautiful, well mannered woman of just 17 years. She had come to America with her family just two years before. With dreams of becoming rich and living the American dream, her family settled in South Carolina. There her family opened a small store and built a decent size farm, from which many products they sold in the store came from. Anna Maries’ family quickly became one of the more prominent families in the area.