A Short Story : A Story?

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Madeline stopped dead in her tracks when she saw that Gabriel’s things were gone from the room when she returned. Had he left her? She shook her head, trying to calm her anxious heart. Gabriel didn’t seem like the type that would just up and leave because she was uncertain about what she wanted. It seemed more likely that he had just moved to a different room.

Jealousy crept through my body when my parents told me that they were going to dinner in the Willis Tower. Who wouldn’t want to eat on an upper floor of the formerly world’s tallest building? My brother and I waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. I walked upstairs to my room and opened YouTube on my computer. Nothing seemed amiss.

Looking through the school bus window, and seeing the gray sky John, a brown- eyed boy with jet black hair sat in a two person chair alone like always. When he got home, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, he walked slowly to see what it was, suddenly his sister Erica jumped out of the kitchen. John instantly jumped back with a pale face as if he had seen millions of spiders and then the scream came.

It was raining. It was gloomy. It was dark. Everything that Yoongi adored about the rain. The sound of his teacher's voice made him turn his head from the cold foggy window.

His feet sunk deep into the fresh snow as he picked his way down the sidewalk, hood up, watching the crystal flakes drift past and fall onto a silent street. It was dark enough for his vision to be blocked, 5:30 at night. Malaki was out without parental permission, but he didn’t care. He was sixteen, he could make his own decisions. He was out “studying” with a few friends, if studying means partying that is. His parents should’ve been in bed when he got home but just in case Maliki would sneak in through his window. He crawled in his window, the room pitch black. He went to turn his light out but his mom had beat him there. She flicked his lights on and crossed her arms. Her husband shook his head.

The morning light shined bright, the breeze blew softly. A perfect day in utopia. This was also the day Kristina Baker ended the lives of four young citizens. She lived a wonderful life, until she murdered the family on her twenty-first birthday. Kristina Baker graduated high school winning the title of Class Valedictorian, started multiple foundations and charities to support cancer awareness, and went on to attend Harvard University. With beautiful lemon blonde hair, everyone envied her at school.

“Mom, you’re not making any sense,” Herthe admitted. “Just tell the truth and get that weight off your shoulders. You always told me that, did you not? Besides, it can’t be that bad, can it?”

It was 11:45 PM and I wasn’t not home. I was at my grandparents’ house waiting for a call from my mom or dad. My little brother was with me the whole time. It’s late at night and everyone’s sound asleep except for me. I couldn’t sleep, at least not until I received a call from my dad. Every five minutes I would text him; “ Anything new?”, and the answer; “ Not yet, no, or nothing.”

There once was a beautiful baby that lived with her parents who had just enough money to pay the lease and feed the family. One day, a man named Cole snuck into their home and stole the majority of their family's cash and assets. He then strolled into the girl's room and saw her resting in her bed and grabbed her. He held his hand over Victoria's mouth and escaped the house inconspicuous. Once they reached the grounds, he saw her name on the pajamas her mother had sewn for her. It spelled "Victoria”. They got into the man's car and headed out to his home at 1307 Gallard Street. A woman was sitting tight for him in the lounge. "Hello girl, did you get the-what the?" She said as she walked to see a sack of things and a little girl. "Look I'm sorry, but you said you wanted a child and well, voila." Cole tried to account for himself without burrowing his grave while doing it. Cole’s wife Emma was stunned, unable talk or think of anything really. Emma was unable to have children, however; she took Victoria out of Cole's hands and took a good look at her. She saw the child's pajamas, "Victoria? Well, it sounds pretty." "I believe that is her name." Cole clarified putting his arm around Emma. She gazed toward Cole and let him know, "We can at long last be a family, however, we have to go. They will search for her in the morning." "I already planned ahead hun, we simply need to pack up. The car is prepared whenever you're ready to go." That morning they went out bringing

The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.

“I’m sorry about your mother. Do they know what happened?” Margaret asked as Andrew sat down on the sofa.

After a few days I was released from the hospital and I was going back to school tomorrow. I couldn't believe mom broke up with Butch I mean it didn't bother me weather they were together or not but it was her choice. The boys took turns on who came to come visit me Monday it was Victor Tuesday it was Patrick Wednesday it was Belch. Mom was on the phone in the Kitchen when there was a knock on the door I called "I got it!" I walked to the front door and answered it to reveal Henry. I smiled at him and said "Hey." He tried to hide it but I saw him grin I moved aside and asked "Coming in?" he stepped in the house and I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two sodas and walked back into the living room handed Henry his drink and laid across the couch getting comfortable and I looked to him and asked "What's brought you here Mr Bowers?" He rolled his eyes and said "Coming to check on you brat." I nodded and he asked "You sure you're ready to come back tomorrow?" I giggled and nodded my head "Yeah I'm sure plus I'll have you four boys there if I need anything." Henry nodded "Yeah that's true." I noticed that he was more worried about me coming back than I was. I grabbed his hand and got up and said "Let's go watch a movie and relax a little. He nodded and we went to my room and he sat on my bed as I picked up a random movie and put it in. I walked over and laid down on the bed laying my head down in Henry's lap. He looked down at me with a smile on his face and I looked up at him

June didn’t like being home now with Joe gone. The house was quiet. No slamming doors, no calls from her father to help him bail the hay or herd the cows. Most weekends, she would show up at Joe’s after trying to reach him on his cell. She would sit on the front steps or in the car and wait. She’d give it an hour each time before she gave up and left.

Jordan tripped. She fell on the rocks and her knee was damaged. The crimson trailed down the rocks, the pebbles. My sister. Drip. Drip. Tears. Drip. Drip. Blood. Drip. Drip.