A Short Story : A Story?

Nodding in reply we start walking out of the house, quickly picking up Crookshanks. "We're taking my truck. Mom and Dad left, Matt took Yogi, and I'm left with you, Kyle, and Alex."

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

“I have nothing to wear.” I groaned at my five whole outfits. I marched downstairs to have a word with Mom.

I wake up around nine in the morning. I sit up and grab my phone. I hear Cameron move around and look over to see that she too is awake.

"Oh shit." I whisper to myself. I kiss my mom on the cheek and sprint out the front door. My brother honks his horn.

I whip the car into a parking space and get my duffel bag out of the seat next to me. There are only a few cars here for the other stores close to the gym that have already opened. I walk to the gym doors and rush to unlock it.

tyler’s breathing is quick and shallow as he opens the front door. josh hugs him tightly, petting his hair. “go wait in the car, sweetheart. i’m gonna take care of this.” he says.

"Ughhh" I put my pillow over my face, attempting to get away from the world and my obnoxious mom, and started to drift off, slowly…

She's wearing her new dress. She wears her hair piled high on her head, with ringlets cascading around her face. “Oh, I'm going out with a friend tonight.” She slips her arms into her beige trench coat.

'Take it easy, Iris.'' Said Julian as he took over the police officer who first rushed to help the woman to stay upright and the CSI guided her to the closest chair.

Caleb sat on the porch listening to the sounds surrounding him. Occasionally he would hear a soft nicker coming from the barns. Normally it made him smile. Not tonight. Tonight he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Ella followed her mother down the narrow streets of mud and stone, between the sagging, grey buildings. It was a long walk, and hard not to slip and fall in the mud, but by now the stench from the garbage piles was hard to notice. Each new street was like a dirty mirror to the last, and scrawny cats claimed their territory among the tired, starving people. They were heading deeper into the city, and finally turned onto the cleaner streets. It was a sudden change, from the broken walls to where men played that they were gods without the immortality of heros. There were no garbage piles here, and the dry stones felt strange to Ella’s small bare feet.

Vivian felt herself jump as the man's voice boomed behind her calling out her name. She didn't dare to turn him, even going as far to pretend she had not heard him right away but she could hear him feet pressing against the steps as he hurried up the stairs to confront her for her boredom.

Hot Afghanistan air blew into the window as Andisha Kamil rolled out of bed. Groggily, she headed out to the kitchen to start her morning brew. She shook out her blanket and laid her soft gentle hand on her husband’s back, her signal to wake him up. Anything too violent, and he would be barking over her and beating Andisha to bruises with his stick. “Aarif,” sang her sweet mellow voice, “Aarif.” This cycle usually lasted until the scruffy-faced man rolled out of bed. Usually only greeting her with a grunt, Aarif always starts his morning off with coffee, which he then always complains is much too cold. “Nice to see you too,” Andisha grumbled, under her breath. Shaking off that feeling, she trekked across the room to wake Aamir, her 16-year-old son. Besides the little Aarif is able to earn from his cattle herding, Aamir is the main source of income for the family. Without him, there is no food, and no food leads to an unhappy Aarif.

As the guide finished his sentence, Yuki dropped to the ground, like a lifeless body. Her Mother rushed to her and discovered she was as pale as a ghost. She had gone out cold. The heat had finally succeeded in knocking someone out, the dust ran wild in the air, attracted to her white body. The sun, shun sharply over the vast amount of barracks that surrounded them.