A Short Story : A Story?

I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

“YO!! I am home!” I shouted into my mom’s new house. After I said that I heard the sobbing and the heartbreak coming from my mom’s room. My mom came down to greet me with tears in her eyes.

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

After a long pause, my mom spoke up and said, “oh honey. He is at the store. I should probably call him.” Is everyone going to be okay, I thought. I really wish this wasn’t happening right now. I rushed downstairs and sat on the couch impatiently. Then, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Dad, I thought happily, but no, it was Matt. Atleast he is okay, I tried to think. My mom was on the phone with my dad and was hugging me at the same time.

As I stood near the whole my dad was diding all I could think about was the memorieze we had made together. When I first got him and he was so small and shy. He would run around the house sliding on the floor and making muddy footprints across the clean floor, and mom screaming to get off the floor. I don’t know why she got so mad he was only a puppy and he didn’t know any better. I didn’t realize I was crying until my mom handed me a tissue. My dad was lowering Cooper into the ground, and I lost it sobbing uncontrollably. Toby put his arm around me trying to get me to calm down. As my dad covered his grace Cassidy put flowers on top. Soon a huge drop of rain came crashing down out of the sky. We all decided it was time to go back home. As I slumped my way back to my room wonder what I was going to do. The rain keeps coming down; it was the perfect day to stay inside and not talk to anyone. The only bad thing was that I knew Monday was

From the moment my parents picked me up from school, I knew something was wrong. There was this uncomfortable silence hanging in the air as we got our food and sat down in Five Guys. My sister and I kept glancing around the table as we waited for someone to say something first. Finally, my mom broke the silence and I thought my world was crumbling down. I don’t even know how my sister felt in that moment, but I knew it was harder for her. Our mom was deployed to Japan for two years. In those two years, we’d have to look out for each other, but especially for our dad because he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of two girls on his own.

“Jamie?” Dad peeked his head through my door. “Let’s go into the family room,” he said, as he entered my room. It was like tiny marshmallows tip-toed across my floor, that was so unlike him. It was usually like a herd of elephants marching across the valley, parading around as if they were the best creatures on earth. He walked over to my desk where I was sitting and grabbed my arm. He stood me up with one hand, using no amount of effort. Then, he gently started pushing me along, towards the door. His voice sounded sweet and understanding, as he whispered, “It’s all going to be ok.”

I suddenly stopped breathing, like my lungs filled with water. I felt like I was drowning. my lungs screamed for air, but they weren’t loud enough. I jolted my arms up trying to draw their attention. Then images started to flash before my eyes. my first birthday party with the exploding cake. The satisfaction that filled my dad’s face when I rode my bike for the first time. My older brothers grabbing my hands and flinging me into the air and coming down into a warm summer pool. Lucas running up to a random door ringing the doorbell and ducking behind the bush. I wanted to go back to those moments. I had to. This couldn’t be it. I had so much to tell my parents and my brothers. I miss them. I love them. I knew what I had to do. Then the images

Everything was very quiet and still and Mandy’s eyes were the size of a fifty cent piece. “Well, Madison,” my dad looked at me with terrified eyes, “I’m sorry but I choose her. It will always be her.” I stood there and could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. I heard nothing but the chuckles of Mandy and Kaleigh. They won. I went and got my bags out of my room and left without a second thought or turning back. My dad and I’s relationship could never be

“Your mother is one hundred percent correct, we love you Ashlyn, and we will do anything and everything for you. You know that.” My father squeezed my hand and I tried to find comfort. My family would be there for me, that fact is never going to change and I will be forever

I woke up that morning around ten o’clock. I was in a very good mood, my eyes were a bright green and my smile was blooming for the first time in a while. I went into the kitchen and was about to get waffles out of the freezer when my mom came out of her room. “Rachel,” she had said with a sorrowful look on her face, that I hadn't yet noticed, “sit down. I need to talk to you.”My mood had faded instantly, “What did I do,” I had asked. The words she had spoken next were not what I had expected. “ You did not do anything,” she said with a small smile, which had quickly faded. “ It's about your Daddy,” and in an instant I knew that he was gone. I felt as if my chest was going to explode. I put a hand over my stomach and another over my mouth trying to keep from crying, but I had failed. “He shot himself this morning, around one o’clock.” The pain of the words that she had said was unbearable. I would never get to make things right with Daddy, it was because Elaine had finally pushed him too far. He had lost everything because of her, including his life. Immediately I started blaming myself, especially at the memorium. I kept telling myself that maybe if I would have kept going over to his house, he would have seen that he had something to live

I know mom died, Rosie, but it's better than seeing you like this." The words stabbed mercilessly into her, winding in-between bones and cartilage to strike her very core. "You dropped out, I know you've been stealing from me, and I can't support you the way you are anymore. It's been years, Rose. I've moved on. Your brother moved on. You need to move on, too." Pale blue-green eyes stared, blankly, at the weary older man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door--her father. Beleaguered with stress and a faint sense of hopelessness, he just stared at the floor as he addressed his twenty-three-year-old daughter. "I talked to (Your Character) the other day, about you. People were worried for a while, now they've just about given up. You've

I walked out of the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath me. I took a sharp turn left into my dad’s bedroom where he was sitting watching tv. “What did she tell you?” He wondered. I couldn’t help it, my head crashed into his chest and I just let all the pain cry out of me. “She said that you guys are getting a divorce.” I whispered in between sobs.

My legs won’t stop jittering in the passenger footwell of Jacob’s ute. I’m so nervous. I haven’t been back to the city since I left for Hope over three years ago. It has been easier to ignore the life I left behind when it was over a six hour drive away. But now here I am, sitting next to man too handsome and kind for his own good, heading straight back into that lion’s den. It’s not that I didn’t have a great life there. I did. However it’s a completely different life to what I want and what I live now. And I haven’t been away long enough to forget how bitchy and snobby my old friends can be. To be really honest, I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about, facing my past or my past meeting Jacob. Jacob squeezes my thigh, interrupting my thoughts, “Hey over there, you alright?” He asks.