A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

Henry was used to Violet muttering under her breath so he just shrugged his shoulders, said bye, and started rushing to his next class. Violet awkwardly waved in return and watched him disappear into the sea of students.

I twisted my water bottle open and I held it up to my mouth, the room temperature water mixed with the gum in my mouth and gave the effect of cold water. The silent humming of the air conditioners in the background was perfect for focusing on my work as I stepped into the carpeted hallway. I slowly chewed on the juicy and minty piece of gum in my mouth as I inspected everything. The sound scraping of rapid pencils against the lined paper interrupted the silence immediately as my classmates were observing. I slowly strolled down the hallway laying my eyes on every detail I could spot. Light grey clouds, that I saw through the small windows, hovered above the area portending rain. The black, painted, wood above the dull green lockers was

“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened.

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.

This is the story of a girl who was betrayed by both her mother and her father. Those children who grow up with both parents in the household are truly lucky, that is a small blessing that should not be taken for granted. Let me start by introducing the heroine of this sad tale, her name is Che’Tara and she was sixteen years of age at the time of the incident. Being sixteen she faced all the problems that any sophmore in highschool faced, but her problems extended past those four walls. Having just recently overcame a gastrointestinal problem she was attempting to reach a proper weight so she could attempt to be healthy, but it was hard when she had no desire to eat and barley even wanted to go home each day. You see, she had problems at home. Her mother's girlfriend would cuss at her and threaten her, needless to say, she faced verbal and mental abuse and danced with pysical abuse. Stripped of her self esteem and made to believe that she was nothing more than a waste of space, she didn't believe that there was anything else that could be taken from her - oh how she was wrong. Sunday November 24, 2013 was the day that would change her life forever.

The red scarfed girl wanted the girl to try out for a dance team but her grandma dad and mom didn’t want her to do the try out because they think the pressure i gonna make the girl cry but the girl doesn’t care about the pressure after the girl laughed but when she got there she was scared she didn’t want to show her face then the teacher said what’s wrong and she stuttered and said i am not going then she bowed and twisted her hair in her red scarf and someone said what are u crazy?this is a once in a lifetime the teacher was concern why she didn’t want to go she lied and said she tried hard not to cry and she said my father wouldn’t let me…. The girl was

I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend Greta! I was excited to see her, but something wasn't right. She looked absolutely terrified. I had wondered what had happened ,but before I could ask she said,"Heidi, I went home after dinner--my family Heidi!” She was crying hysterically. I replied, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She said,”It can’t wait till tomorrow!” She had finally told me what had happened her family was taken. I din’t know what to think. I told her that I might be able to help, however I don’t really know. I went to my bed. I couldn’t sleep almost whole night. Greta’s words thundered in my mind. I wanted to help her, but I din’t want to hurt my family. I knew that if I helped her that my family could get hurt. We could all get hurt.

Daisy motioned for me to sit down and she sat opposite. “When we moved here and heard the stories I was intrigued, but it wasn’t until two years ago and we were pulling down the back fence that I figured it out.”

“Exactly! Where was your mother?” I asked my question out loud not really expecting her to answer.

Evan felt sick to his stomach the entire evening. Something was wrong, very definitely wrong, and he couldn’t explain how. His insides twisted and the plate in front of him seemed to morph before his eyes from mildly appetizing to a lumpy mush.

The boy’s father reached over and pulled his son closer to him and whispered “we do not ask questions like that? It might have embarrassed her.” Looking at Rachel, trying to judge what she was thinking.

“What the hell were you thinking Genevieve?!” Sophia looked up the moment that she heard her father’s loud and angry voice. She was shocked for a moment. Not that he was angry with her and yelling. But because she wasn’t sure what she did this time to cause him to come angry enough to find her and start yelling. She knew that she wasn’t loved by anyone in this family. She was a horrible mistake. A mistake that came out of a drunk one night stand that meant nothing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir,” She mumbled the last word. Knowing if she didn’t show complete respect she’d be slapped if not worse. She looked slightly to the right and saw her step-mother and one of her older half-siblings. At first she didn’t think anything of it. Aurora was being comforted by her mother as she sobbed. It wasn’t strange. Her siblings, especially her older sisters, loved getting her into trouble for things that she hadn’t done. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed as he shoved a magazine at her face, so close that she couldn’t make anything out. Sophia wanted to come up with a sarcastic reply. Or even call him out for being a jerk or a horrible father. Except she could remember exactly what that would result in. And Sophia really didn’t want to deal with the bruises.

It was a cold rainy night. The wind was deadly as sharp blades skimming past my face. The floor was slippery as an eel.

It was a big lie. All those years I believed I had lost him forever. All those months I spent locked in my room crying, reading about his adventures he documented for me. Only to find out he was still out there somewhere. Just not here.

The sky was silent. Leslie watched it, trying to see the stars beyond the red smog. The cabin was far from the city, but the noises and the lights still carried across the river. She didn’t notice, she only watched the sky. There was nothing between her and the starless sky and the red smog. Paul came out onto the porch, she knew it was him before she turned and saw his shadow in the soft, yellow light. The floorboards creaked softly as he came across the porch and settled into the chair next to her. She shifted away from him, from the tingle of the energy that came off of him. He sighed and crossed his legs.