A Short Story : A Story?

As I closed the door, “Marie, honey we’re in here!” I heard from down the hallway.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?Have we met before?” he said looking at me very confused.

So as stopped the convo we got in the car and left the store wondering what’s is going to happen to that

“It seems I’ve caught you in a lie. What were you really doing here?” The man declared with a smirk.

“Who are you?” I blurted out. His look gave me reassurance that he looked upset that I didn’t know.

“Uhhh, nothing you must have misheard me.” I staggered. Way to go Emily you almost blew your secret I thought.

"You told everyone to meet at the school at six o'clock, right?" Chia said as we sat alone in the student parking lot.

After several hours sleep and a long hot shower, Booker felt ready to face the rest of the day. Walking into the chapel’s main hub, he immediately noticed the subdued atmosphere. Tom’s rape had affected everyone, even the staunchest of his bullies. It was a reminder of the fragility of the human existence thereby highlighting the flaw behind the, it’ll never happen to me mentality. It had happened, and in all probability, it would happen again to someone in the next second...minute...hour. Like it or not, there were no guarantees, just vague, barely acknowledged hopes it wouldn’t happen to a friend, loved one, or God forbid, yourself.

Pulling on her arm, Laban drags her through the dirt, her legs scratched from rocks and debris and her hair a tangled mess. She pulls away, but he is too strong and his grasp on her arm sends shooting pains up into her neck. As they approach the tent she screams, “You can’t do this! Jacob is mine, we are in love.” Shoving her inside the tent, she fell to the ground cutting her arm on the crook of her shepherd staff; blood covers her gown. Her body aches from the jostling and cut arm, but pushing herself onto her knees, she glares up at her father, “Jacob won’t accept my sister; he will rescue me, you’ll see.” Without a word Laban leaves his daughter alone on what was supposed to be her wedding night.

Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.

There were a few moments in Xia’s life that she could really pinpoint as being a fork in the road, where there was a single decision that changed everything. Turning down the expensive high school in the next state, that was one. Thinking she would be fine jumping out of a tree, only to fall and break her leg in six places, that was another. And right now, walking down the bustling street with her arms full of carrots, this was one too.

Brianne rushed through the bright red  halls to meet up with her best friend Kristen. Kristen was the outgoing type of girl, the one who you could depend on in tough situations. In particular, last month  my parents got a divorce and she always stuck by my side. In other words she always made sure to cheer me up and make me laugh even if I felt like giving up. All of the sudden I felt a tug on my arm.

Ronnie kept receiving notes for about a week in her locker, each note got worse and worse. He began to write about how he would not only harm her, but everyone she loved. She began having nightmares and sometimes couldn’t even sleep.

“He is an eye candy; I wonder what he is being doing here?” I murmured.

The mystery man put his hands forward. "Woah woah woah, no need for that. I was just wondering what you two fellas are doing up here," he said with a strange smile.