A Short Story : A Story?

“So, what are we eatin’?” I asked. Obviously, I was waiting for Jem to talk about how he always eats amazing food.

“Mhm, I’m fine,” I told her. She looked at me for a moment then just nodded. I wasn’t fine though, I felt uneasy. When it got later, we went to our cabin, and once again, the girls stayed up talking while I listened to my music. I turned up the volume all the way and tried, unsuccessfully to get the thought out of my mind. I wasn’t sure why she was there, or if she was even a threat, but the way she just stood there staring at me creeped me out. The thought kept poking at me so out of curiosity, I went up to the window and opened the curtains. I examined the forest and searched to see if the woman was there. I was determined to find her, but she wasn’t there. I went back to my bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep. The bed was too hard, the pillow was too soft, the blanket was too thick, but that

“I hope you're hungry, there's enough pasta to feed a tiny village. Granted, Mary Margaret will probably eat all of it,” he chuckled.

“Honey, shall I make pumpkin pie?” she asked.I have to admit, I love pumpkin pie, but I’m fat enough.

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.

Alayah was still at the Eastland police station. They allowed me in and escorted me to where her body lay in a cold room to preserve it. Her family had been out of town and her older sister was in a transfer program in Australia so they hadn’t yet come back. Ew, how was I supposed to explain all this to everyone? The notion worried me, but I pushed it aside. I had to focus.

“Oh my god, this morning is already too long.” I think to myself with a yawn as I walk through the front doors of the hospital.

He was sitting in the bath with a bruised back and cut face. Alex Flower was only a sophmore in highschool, yet he felt like he was an old tattered man. He knew that he had to go back down stairs but that is where they were. He lived in the top floor of a three story apartment in Rerik, Germany which was unfortunate for him considering that they were on the first floor. “They” were simply what he referred them to because he never did quite catch their names as they were beating him when he tried to exit the apartment to get away for awhile. There were three of them, all older boys, and they beat poor Alex Flower down for any reason they saw fit. Alex could live with this though, as long as he got out of the apartment to go see his sweet, beloved Rosey. She was a senior in high school, much older than Alex, but there was definitely a special aura surrounding the two. Alex woke up every morning in the summer of 1973 just to be struck down relentlessly on his way out the door to go meet Rosey in the warehouse but he would not trade it for the world. Rosey was hiding something from Alex for way too long and the time to tell him was now, but would her decision be right?

“I’m not sure but it’s a big, swirling, gas like oval. It looks kind of like a small black hole, only blue instead of black. Wait a minute, is that the portal thing you've been working so hard on, I cant’t believe you finished it honey. Are you surprising us by coming through it?”

“Alright girls, I’ll finish the kitchen if you two want to move on to the bedrooms. Hopefully you’ll be able to stay here tonight.” instructed Mom.

“ Tony ate all of the food, so we had to make more.” They explained.

“There are lots of delicious food in my city, they are really really delicious, you will love those.”

“Yes, everything is okay. We just wanted to say hi and offer you guys something to eat if you are hungry.”

“Very well.” the house replied, “But, you must leave someone else. I need a snack.”

“Sure, I’ll treat you this time. Good work, my man,” Miwa replied. “So, what do you think about your first overnight shift here?”