A Short Story : A Story?

MRS. HIGGINS [walking towards the door]: I think you two, need to be alone to talk this out. [Leaves the room]

Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

"Sorry about that back there, I just needed to do that so I could get rid of Allison. And it wouldn't be to good for my rep now would it." He laughs while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

“Honey it’s time to get up.” She called up the stairs. She heard a clang and little footsteps. Will appeared around the corner and ran down

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

“Mom some mean girl ripping my homework, pouring water on me and pulled my hair to make my nose bleed!” I said

“I am going to leave you here if you don’t come downstairs right now” my aunt Jamie yelled for the fifth time.

“WHATEVER MOM GO BACK TO BEING A DRUGGIE,” I scream and run up to my room and slam my door.

She sighs and says “Mr. Absinthe, if you can’t give me the rent by today, I will be forced to kick you out.” She knocks harder on the door and it creaks open.

Jacquelyn gulped. She had messed up, big time. Her mother did not tolerate any type of disrespectful behavior, especially if it was directed at her. "I 'm sorry, I didn 't mean to." Jacquelyn cringed.

Later, after I left my room. I tried to get my mom’s attention by making a loud noise so I kicked some pans off of the counter. She went to see what was going on and when she

Grabbing Bitsy’s arms, I yank her out as the elevator doors clap shut and throw her over my shoulder while I am still running; my feet hit the stairs like a jackhammer drilling into concrete, my feet hitting so intensely my shins ache. First one step at a time, panic sets in deeper and I pound up the stairs two at time, the fiery smoke filling and burning my lungs the whole time. If we make it to the roof we are safe; sweat drips around my neck, falling down my spine and building up at my hands. I see grey clouded light, almost to the top. The sharp wind punches my face, but I do not realize I am safe until Bitsy screams, “Daddy look at the sky! It’s dark, but it isn’t night!” I swallow the lump in my throat, the lump that’s my past, present, and future, the lump that is worth millions of dollars, the lump that left everything it ever had. I swallow the lump in my throat, and I choke back the tears, the same tears that burned my face when I told Momma and Pop-Pop that I was leaving for America. I swallow the lump in my throat, I choke back the tears, and I take a deep breath, but all I taste is smoke. I whisper, “Bitsy, Mimi, my love, if you pray very, very hard, God might hear you and the sun could come out again.” Isaac Harris my business partner of many years clips over, and mutters, “Blanck, we really should have listened to the Ladies’ Garment Worker’s Union because this might cost our lives.” All I can do is nod my head slowly in agreement as I watch the

It was was a normal night as usual for Phil and his family. Wash up, eat dinner, say a prayer and go to bed. However, the peaceful night would suddenly devolve into terror at their house. The whole family went to sleep that night and Phil could not fall asleep, so he went to get a glass of water, his mouth was dry, and proceeded toward the kitchen. He looked at the dark night sky and saw something in the shadows, a bright light. however he responded to this unusual bright light with a melancholy demeanor. Phil went upstairs and walked into his room and laid back down on his bed, next to his wife, his children downstairs in their rooms sleeping happily forever. Phil fell asleep, however a few minutes later Phil woke up struggling to breath, smoke in the air, and heat nearly burning his flesh as the house was engulfed in flames. To most many would react in a startled manner, however Phil didn’t think anything a just remained in bed almost willing to die as he knew his family would die as well. It was the last worldly gasps of breath that Phil would take as a mortal being.

“No! You don’t understand.” Evan shook his head and tightened his fist. Unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable. His patience waned. Like standing barefoot in low tide, he could feel the sand being sucked between his toes, only it was every ounce of self-control he possessed.