A Short Story : A Story?

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

Five minutes left of my safe haven. Which means ten minutes until I come back to reality. Ten minutes until I see my father. RING! Sounded the bell, breaking me from my nightmare. I gathered my books and put on my sunglasses. I walked out of the school feeling nauseous. I walked the short distance to my house. My hand shook against the door knob. I turned it, checking to see if it was locked. It was open, so I walked straight in. It was quiet. Too quiet. I walked around looking for my father. I checked the couch, not there. I checked him and my "mothers" room, not there. I let a smile break out on my face. I took a shower, which was very rare. Showers for me are about as common as breakfast in the morning, and breakfast is not common. I got out the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and shorts and got in my bed. I lied there and thought about the times before my step father. My mom an I were so close. I began to fall asleep as all these thought flooded my mind, and before I know it, I was out cold. I slept for what felt like mere minutes before a cold, hateful voice awoke

The drive to tennessee was too long. I don’t enjoy sitting in our sedan squeezed between my two younger siblings for 8 whole hours. As we enter the downtown area, my mother asks me to give her directions to aunt Jane’s house off of our map.

Even though it didn’t seem as if I had slept very long, I woke up, and saw it was two in the afternoon. I thought that was weird. Why didn’t Mom wake me up? Even if it’s accidentally, Mom seemed to always wake me up on the weekends—my alarm clock did that job for me on weekdays. My mom vacuums, yells at my dad, and plays her eighties’ pop cassettes most mornings—loudly. Then I realized something: Mom told me last night that she and Dad were driving a few hours

I woke up the following morning and glanced outside my foggy window. I closed my eyes the sound of rain began to slam on the roof. I dragged myself out of bed knowing what this morning had in store. Today I had to say goodbye to Sam. I lathargically brushed my teeth and got dressed subconsciously, in a daze. When I walked downstairs, I heard my dad ask, “How are you feeling kid?”

At 2:30 in the morning I hear the default ringtone of my iPhone ring for what felt like minutes. I looked at my phone to see who was calling me this late and when the brightness of my phone shined in my face I looked at the caller I.D. and saw my father’s name on my phone I answered quickly. “Hey dad! Is Caleb okay?” I hear chatter and yelling. “Dad! Hello!” I hang up, collect my thoughts, bear myself for what I’m afraid to hear and call back. “Hello? Dad?” I yelled about three times. While my heart beats at a million miles per second I finally hear my father speak, “Yes, Joshae’ I’m sorry I must’ve butt dialed you. Are you okay?” After hearing this the pace of my heart slowed, but I still felt sick to my stomach. On the verge of tears I tell my dad that I’m fine and fail in my attempt to go back to sleep.

I could hear my grandpa say, “One, two, three!”  The next thing I saw was my mom standing up and screaming while holding up her camera.  I looked down, and I got up!  I was so excited and joyous, and I couldn’t believe that I had gotten up.

"I'm tardy!" Tom exclaimed. Tom dashed out the door and jumped into George's car. His mother optically canvassed as the car

The man ran through the cold, biting rain. A run fueled by pure terror and adrenaline. Dashing down a ruined street corner, he finds refuge in a small, worn down building. Entering slowly, he looked around and seeing no threats, he deemed it safe. Using scattered pieces of broken wooden pieces, he started a small fire and began to dry his clothes as he waited for the end of the storm outside. He’s been through this before; at first, a sound like a rat scattering across the floor of an attic. After the sound is first heard, there is no stopping it. The sound continues, growing louder and louder until finally a figure jumps from the shadows, a man, identical to the man in appearance. After jumping from the shadow, he begins his ruthless attack on the man, but this isn’t the first time that he’s been through this. Using the flaming sticks from the fire, he fights back against the figure, but alas, no matter how hard he fights back he will always die.

The last time I saw my father was the first time I broke the rules. Although I was almost 16 years old, I never dared to disobey my dad’s strict laws he had laid down once my mother disappeared. I never slept at a friend’s house, never attended a party, and always brought nutritious lunches to school; however, good girls can’t be good forever. I had been devising my plans for weeks and finally felt ready to escape the bubble my dad trapped me in. Now that I think about it, I might’ve needed to run away from myself, not my dad. Nevertheless, at 5:00 am, a whole hour before my father usually awoke, my alarm clock started belting out Rhythm of Love by Plain White T’s which coincidentally is my favorite song. I thought that was a definite

It was an early Monday morning in in August. As usual, I was woken up by the sound of my dog barking, and the noise my older brother was making. I laid back down and tried to get a little more sleep, thinking to myself, “He always did have a habit of being loud in the morning. “At that point, I knew I would not be able to fall back to sleep so I decide to get dressed. I said, “Why can’t I have a moment of peace in this house?” When I reached the kitchen, I saw that my favorite breakfast blueberry pancake with grape jelly had been made. My mom walked in to tell me, “you had better hurry or you will be late for your first day of high school.” I scoffed down the pancake as quick as I could; as I grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door I heard a voice call out to me. The voice said to me, “It is a big step in your life and remember, don’t cheat yourself.” I did not have time to think about what he meant, after all mom was waiting on me, but little did I know it would come back to haunt me.

Timothy responded and said, “Well maybe they are not coming” when they got their breakfast they walked to the dinner table just outside the kitchen and Timothy's dad looked at Timothy as if he something was about to happen to them.

¨Sasha,¨ my trembling voice whispered to my best friend's sleeping form, ¨Sasha, Sasha, Sasha¨. I continue to whisper-yell her name and was about to start pinching her until she whipped around and started yelling at me

It was 7 am, almost time to go to school, and still no one was home. I called my dad, I needed to know what was going on. “ Lydia?” He seemed surprised that I called. “ Where are you? Where’s Julia?” I asked. He was speaking fast, trying to explain something, but I could only hear the heart monitor beep in the background.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. Its jackie, and she sounds upset.” as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.