A Short Story : The Story Of Adriana's Life

While in high school, she wanted to the University of Iowa for business. She didn’t because she’d have to move out of the house when she could go to one closer. Before college, she was afraid because she thought it would be too hard. But, to her surprise it was just like high school. Also, entering a school where she knew nobody was also a scare.

His alarm went off early the next morning and he groaned as he got up to turn it off. He was just starting to fall asleep. He barely remembered the night before, and he was as tired as a kid could be. He struggled as he slowly forced himself out of bed and to his closet to get dressed.

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

The rain got harder as Tina walked alone in tears. She missed her daughter Iris. Tina thought about all the good times they had together. She wondered why Iris had done that to herself. Iris was a skinny young girl who killed herself. Iris wa bullied at school for how far she was, so Iris decided to stop eating. Tina was walking in the rain. It had been a year since Iris was gone. She thought back to that day. Tina woke up and made herself some coffee. She nibbled on a muffin that she bought from the store yesterday. She took Iris to school and then went to work. Tina went throughout her day as usual, but what she didn’t know was that soon her daughter would take her own life. Iris got home and went up into her bedroom. Tina wouldn’t get home

There was a strong pungent of disinfectants and rubbing alcohol as she was rushed into the lobby. Crying out her last breath to express her agonizing pain as she lied down on the cold gurney. The nurses in a light blue uniform quickly arrived as several doctors in long white gowns rushed to the scene. Her mother was by her side, holding her hands as tight as she could, as the nurses pushed the agitating gurney towards the automatic doors. Soon her visions blurred and as the world turned into a tint of pink and red. As her vision slowly darkened, she solely relied on the touch of her mother’s warm hand and her soothing voice. Notwithstanding the tight grip of her mother’s hands, they was soon torn apart. Fear took over her body as she cried even louder. The sudden yet rhythmic beep was the last memory she could recall. It was March 5th.

Allie Hernandez is eight-years old when she finds out about the monster hiding under her bed. The day had started out like any other day for the young girl. She woke up with a little skip to her steps because the sun was shining beautifully that morning. She changed into baggy closes and wore ratty sneaker, but she didn't mind since her parents told her about them being tight on cash and not being able to buy her anything new. She skipped to the tiny kitchen in their small, dingy apartment. She grabbed her pink stool to reach her favorite cereal, Cheerios. She didn't bother to grab a bowl since it was too high up in the cupboard. She ate straight from the box and then washed it down by drinking from the milk carton.

She sat down on the bleachers on a bright sunny day and began to feel anxious as she thought about her results to see if she got accepted to Clark. Some part of herself was unsure of the decision she was about to make once she got her results. The field that the bleachers were surrounded in were packed with students playing sports. It’s as if time stood still and she was filled with her fears about getting into this school.

Standing almost six feet tall, she walks down the looming white halls of the hospital, her lithe-framed body softly oscillating.. Wendi Briseno combs her thin fingers through her medium-length pale brown hair; a breath of warm air sweeps from between her lips. Lives are saved by the hour because of her, and the wellbeing of many is enhanced due to her imminent solicitude. As she thinks of her contribution to the vigor of many, a smile stretches across her face, and her shiny braces become evident. Lightly applied makeup is smudged as she gently prods at her ice blue eyes. A long hallway lay before her, and her eyes trail along this hallway. Eventually, they discover her destination: the break room.

In the morning, it felt like a regular day. Lyla woke up to complete silence. She rolled out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers and picked up the clothes that she’d picked out yesterday to wear today at school. She opened her bedroom door and walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom, stopping at her sister’s room.

“We were headed outside but before I could get out of the classroom I got shoved into the closet. I...I never got to see the sun…..” She trailed off before bursting into tears. The teacher's eyes immediately filled with sympathy for Margo and a thought crossed her mind; however, she immediately dismissed it for it was completely bizarre. Then the thought of this poor girl who was bullied simply because she remembered something that other students couldn’t.

“She’s in pain!” Lizabeth shouted, when her mother winced after trying to sit up. “Can’t you see that? Do something! Get the doctor!” she snapped at the attending nurse in Room #152 at Outer Drive Hospital.

I called and called, left countless voicemails, attempting to get in contact. To win her back. No response. Eventually, a restraining order was filed. Ha.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

Waking up in a dark cell, where it is nothing, but cold and wet. Anele was her name, and she wasn’t cut out for this. Her parents feared for her safety and couldn’t bare seeing her go. “She’s just a infant, can’t you see? No harm will never cross this family's souls!” her parents exclaimed. Anele remembers everything that went on that night. The government just couldn’t leave an innocent child with it’s family for the first days of it’s birth. A bright light lit up the cell and out came two officers. The gate opened and stinging overcame her. As she blacked out, the two officers carried her down the hall and out of the door. Memories ran through her head as she thought of her Mother and Father. She couldn’t remember much but she missed them