A Short Story Of A Story

This is a true story about two heroes. This story takes place during the summer of 2009. A family was spending the 4th of July weekend at the lake in Central Minnesota. The first hero’s name was Tatum. He and his step-sister, Bailey, were the first two on the tube. We made several laps around the lake until he saw another boat heading directly for them. Tatum was on the side closest to the oncoming boat. All he could think to do was to get bailey off the tube before it hit them. He pushed her off the back of the tube just as the boat rammed into his right side. The sound was an awful, loud thud as the boat drove over the tube without even slowing down.

It was halloween on an icy October day. As soon as I stepped out door 5 I felt a rush of ice cold wind blow over my face, ears, nose and torso. As I forgot a thick sweatshirt, I was only equipped with a paper thin ¼ zip sweatshirt. Roaming up and down the brook I was overwhelmed by water seamlessly flowing through the underpass, autumn leaves rustling in the air, wet and dry patches of earth. I felt the icy air flow in through my nose as I took a breath and observed the water vapor come from my breath. I am frozen. Tightly, I held my my paper as if it was my iPhone over a 10 story bridge and explore the real outdoors.

On July 21st, a serious crime had happened. The town of Eastville will never be the same. The people, animals, and the town had completely changed, especially Penny. Penny will never be Penny ever again.

The bleak, white landscape appeared to continue on forever as Ada trudged up the mountain side. She had heard the gunshots pierce through the icy air and immediately began running towards their origin.

“You can’t do this to me!” Sandra yelled. Everyone in the office heard the commotion coming from Mr. Lewis’s office. As Sandra stormed through the office, her co-workers awkwardly turned away to avoid eye contact and rumbled through papers to pretend as if they weren’t watching and listening, but Sandra knew better. This was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to her.

¨ Wow, this is… different” Alayah sighs as she sweeps her long, blonde hair out of her face and squints looking up at her new house. ¨ Chin up princess; don't look so glum,” says mom as they hop out of their oversized truck and start walking towards their new farm home. Alayah had lived all of her life in the suburbs of a big city in California, but after her parents divorce her mom wanted to move to a farm in a tiny city outside of Nashville Tennessee. So here they are, walking up a big hill to their new lives.

Gabriel followed me home one day i started to run because i thought he was gonna beat me up so i took the shorter path through the woods, I could not move my body fast enough to get away from him.. He was still following me. He finally caught up to me and was surprisingly very handsome when he's not pounding my face into the ground. He smiled at me and asked if we could talk, i was so scared but i said yes. We sat down in the leaves and he started talking about how he was gay and couldn't accept himself and how he could never tell his parents. I was so shocked, I didn't fully process the rest of what he was saying.I don’t even know what to think i’m so confused, why was he bullying me if he was gay.

He hears her voice as he lays in the grass, the leaves fall, caressing the air and resting upon the earth’s green grass.

Sit back, grab a bowl of popcorn, and get ready for what’s about to happen next. The initials A.S. will stick in my mind for the rest of my life. A.S. was a boy. He was a very important boy as matter of fact, or at least during my junior year of high school I thought he was important. But, to what extent is someone else’s importance greater than your own? Here I will explain to you a story of the boy who stole my self-worth and helped me gain it back. It begins in the end of December of the year 2016. Rumors of a new kid at school rung in my ears like church bells on a sunday morning (I don’t attend church but that’s besides the point). “He’s so hot” “I wonder what grade he’s in” all that fun mumbo jumbo. I’m not going to lie this is not a story of love at first sight because when I saw him, I did not see what all the hype was about. He was tall, so very tall, 6’1 to be exact. His eyes were some sort of a blue green, the kind of blue green that makes you sea sick just by looking at them. He had this stupid long light brown hair that felt like a cloud of everything I ever desired when I ran my fingers through it. I prefer not use his name but so begins the story of “the boy”.

The smell of smoke fills my room as I wake up. I can see flames rising through my door. I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. I jump over the fire and run into my parent’s room. They’re still asleep.

Lauren stood on a boat in the middle of a lake. Around her, the world was black, only illuminated by the moon and stars. There was no real reason why she was on the boat. It was almost as if she was supposed to be there, pulled pulled by the strings of fate to her exact location. Well, if nothing happened, at least the night was beautiful. She sat down, breathing a sigh and crossed her legs. How long was she prepared to wait? And for what? She glanced around the fragment of the lake she was facing.

A teen girl snuck into her apartment complex at noon. As she walked through the kitchen, her body froze. A part of her twitched, and before a plate could fall from her mother’s hands, she caught it.

My husband ran into our small house in Sonora with this look of excitement that made me wonder what has given my husband such a big smile on his face. I ask him, “Joaquin what is it what is going on?” He told me in that giddy boyish voice that I loved so much, “There is GOLD up in Alta California.” I gave him a confused look thinking “What did that have to with us.” As my confused look stayed and the seconds passed he grabbed my hands and said, “This is our chance to leave Sonora and for me to finally be able to give you a bigger home if I am able to get my hands on some gold.” Still fathomed by the idea I tell him “but our family is here in Sonora.” He laughs and goes on to say that but our dreams can be in California and if anything our family will always be here. I sighed and he jumped knowing full well that I was going to cave and tell him yes. I could never resist when he was like this. My crazy husband had a dream and as his wife it was my job to support him. We packed up some food and water along with some clothes in our little suitcase. I wish I could say we set off with dreams filling our heads and hopes on the horizon, but we had some road blocks before we were able to leave. Eventually we left heading to find my brother-in-law in San Francisco. It being my first time in San Francisco but my husbands second so he began to be amazed in how it had changed from his first visit to San Francisco. He was excited to see what these Americans have transformed the society.

My mother died when I was just 3 years old. I do not remember much of her, other than a glimpse of her face, smiling down at me. My father is a distant man. He has never said more than a few words at a time to me, even during our study sessions. He will assign me a lesson, and simply watch as I complete it. My only confidant is Ms. Matilda, the family maid. She takes the time to listen to me.

I took a shaky breath and regretted that action as soon I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It was then that I suddenly became aware of my lack of feeling in my left arm and right leg even as I blinked i couldn’t open my left eye. I lifted my right arm and touched my eye; it was swollen and caked with dry blood. I touched my left arm and felt the warm liquid. Terrified, I began looking at my surroundings carefully. It was difficult to see anything in the dark building but I could tell the place was indeed abandoned. Snow that blew in from the broken window covered the floor. I looked towards the broken windows and followed the moons light onto the ground. I held my breath at the sight I came upon.