A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

It was the day of Allie’s funeral and I wasn’t going. I mean I would’ve, it’s not like I wasn’t invited and all, but I was just in the hospital. I had broken my hand when I smashed all those stupid windows in the garage. But none of that matters anyway, Allie was dead and he was never coming back. Mom had come in to my room this morning all dressed in black and she just held on to me and started crying. She said, “It’ll get better before you know it Holden”. I just smiled and let her hold me, but I knew she was lying. I hated her a little for saying that. She and I both knew it would take a long time before anything got better. After letting go of me and wiping her face with a tissue

It turns out that we were going to her mother’s office. In there, there were a lot of old games. Sophie pulled out this game with a lot of little letter tiles, and it looked fun from what I could see. I crawled onto Sophie’s back to get a better view. She was setting up a board on her mother’s desktop. Suddenly, I was placed in a chair by Sophie. She sat in the one opposite to me. Sophie gave me a rack with letters on it. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I picked up a letter and started chewing on it. I let out a loud MURP! and threw it. Feeling foolish, I threw it across the room and instinctively ran to get

I told her what had happened except for the whole shovel, secret door thing. But, I mentioned something about Claire and a stalker. She had no clue what I was talking about. We finally said our goodbyes and both left without another word. Later that night I came home both my parents stood in front of me with surprised faces on their face. “Where have you been” “Just out,” I replied “well it’s nice to see you up on your feet again” dad said I rolled my eyes and set for upstairs. “And where do you think you're going young lady, you have been stuck up in your room for weeks can’t we see our daughter,” my dad yelled, “My friend just was murdered what do you expect!” I left without another word and, I slammed my bedroom door.

“Mom? dad? anyone home?” I walked into the kitchen and laid my bags on the table. “May ?” I hear my mom’s calm voice echo through the empty house. My palms started to slide off the table where I had placed my hands to lean on. I tried to build up the courage to go find my mom, but I didn’t have to I heard the loud echoes from her heels get louder and louder as she got closer to me. Before I saw her face I asked “could I go to the movies with Tom, Jenny, and friends?”

Haleigh almost fell from the shock. She’s been alone out here for two weeks. How has no one seen her? Why hasn’t anyone helped her? Haleigh gave her a small smile and put her hand out as an offering. “Come home with me?” She said, “I know you have no reason to trust me, but I can at least offer you a warm place to stay for the night.”

She asked the adult if I acted any different at her house and the woman told the truth. With one last attempt, my mom brought me back home and I reverted to the same routine. My mother saw no other option but to leave me with those people because I would eat there. I was myself at that house with those people, so I was glad I would be staying with them forever. They payed so much attention to me that now I am a pampered little puppy, who has too many toys that I don’t play with and infinite pillows and blankets to sleep on.

Once we walked into the hospital room that my mom was in I was feeling scared and alone. My mom couldn’t move at all. I asked her if she was ok. “I’m in a lot of pain, but I will be better soon,” she said with a grimace. Before I had to leave I gave her a wary hug because I didn’t want to hurt her. Once we got back in the waiting room with the rest of my family, we found out she had torn a disk in her back.

My heart sank as I held the large yellow envelope in my hands. I don’t know what possessed me to open it. But my gut feeling made me do it. I remember just standing outside with them in my hands, I must have reread them at least 10 times. I felt like my legs were going to give out. So I sat on the little red bench on the porch, in my pajamas. It was a Saturday so I had plans to have a sleepover with my best friend. As soon as I went back inside and put the envelope back on my mom’s dresser I text my friend Marina. I said “Hey can’t make it tonight. I think I have food poisoning” I wasn’t ready to tell her what was wrong. I was scared that if I typed out the words I would cry. I knew my parents were having their problems, but I thought the separation would

It was around midnight, 3am was the bedtime norm when it came to the Sosa’s, and it was one of those times where nothing eventful was happening. I started walking around the small house, taking in all the details of it to entertain my mind. I reached the back of the house to find my mom sat inside a small closet. She was looking through boxes that seemed old and a little torn. I didn 't think much of it until I noticed her staring intently at an object in her hand. Like she was going to rip a hole through it with her stare. I walked a little closer to see it was a frame with a picture of a pretty

Many conflicts can occur in a normal teenage girl's life. This one, however, was very far from what you would call a ‘normal’ conflict. It wasn’t the troublesome morning in which I couldn’t figure out what to wear, or when I had realized that my sister, Lucinda, had snatched something from my bureau because she couldn’t decide on what to wear (both of which were common) but it was something much more. Deep jealousy fueled the feeling of bloodthirsty thoughts that were all concentrated on one person. Eleanor.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

I could feel the stinging tears swelling up, I tried to hold them back, but with this pain I couldn't hold them back anymore, and I felt a tear roll down my red cheeks. All I thought was that my arm could be broken and even worse have wooden shards sticking out of my arm. I was so upset because I was in so much pain and all my brother and best friend at the time could do was laugh at me. But if i'm going to tell this story right, I have to go back to the beginning.

“Claire Paris?” the middle age lady said. “Oh! That’s you.” my mom said. My parents and I stood up, I looked at her. She was smiling at me, I thought she was too optimistic, like she had such a perfect life without even saying anything. We followed the lady to her office, she opened her door and lead us to the tan colored couch for us to sit on. “My name Laurie Maxwell, and how are you guys?” Right then, I saw a tear coming out of my dad’s eye, more and more came out onto his cheeks, nose, lips. “We’re not great, I can tell you that.” My dad chuckled. “Well that’s why you’re here, for my help.” Laurie said. “So tell me what happened.” she added. My mom started saying “Claire got diagnosed and she had to give up swim, competitive swim.” “Oh, I’m sorry” Laurie sounded more depressed. “How long have you swam competitively.” I looked at her, I could sense my parents looking at me, thinking I’d answer her. Instead my mom answered, “7 years.” “Well that’s a long time.” Laurie replied. My mom wanted me to talk to Laurie privately, so my parents decided to exit the room. I didn’t want them to leave, I didn’t want to tell some random lady about my problem and how I felt about. But right then, they were gone.

It wasn’t but a cold windy morning when Billy had to go to school.Billy is a boy in the ages between 12-13.Billy didn’t like going to school but not just because he has to do work more of that he get made fun of because he’s short. The class that he like most was math because he had friends and a girl that he liked in there.When Billy went how he made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He sat down and ate the sandwich and tried to do his science and math homework until his mom got home to help him with the stuff that he doesn't know.Not but 30 min later “YES” Billy said when he thought his mom walk through the front door, but when he walk around the corner she was not there Billy thought long and hard about what could make the door open then close the front door. When he was thinking about the front door there was a loud BANG come from the kitchen Billy ran to the kitchen to see what it was, but when he got there, there was nothing there but a broken light that is now flickering on and off and part of the table was broken. Billy’s mom got home Billy didn’t want to say anything about the kitchen, but Billy said it anyway “MOM MOM come look at the kitchen”

“You need to get up right now! All you want to do is sleep, eat and stay on the road,” yelled my mom. As I laid comfortably in my bed with my head buried under the cover I can hear my mom footsteps stomping down the hallway. I roll over to get my phone to see what time it is, 11:47!!?? I cannot believe my mom wants me to get out of bed to wash the dishes that she and my brother used. Even though I’m sleepy I furiously get out of my bed, stomp to the kitchen to see both sides of the sink full of dishes. While standing in front of the sink, letting the water run I decided to let my mom have a piece of my mind. “I am not even here half of the time. I am sick and tired of having to clean up after grown people who are able to clean up behind themselves,” I shouted. No matter who does what my mom always look to me to clean it up. I am angry, but I know I better get these dishes washed. As I laid back in my bed, I decided to text my best friend Brittany and tell her how my mom just flipped on me. Brittany gave me the best response I have heard all night. Brittany says, “Girl you know you are always welcome at my house. My momma loves you and plus you know you want to come stay with your best friend.” Reflecting back on what happened 45 minutes ago. I was so mad, so I took Brittany’s offer.