A Short Story : The Story Of My Life

“Yes, the party…Ha.” He laughed in an uncomfortable way. “I think I owe you an apology for that night…”

That’s how the night began, crowd surfs in a bowling alley, while eating cold, and salty fries. All while you get to hang with your best friend, not too bad, considering there’s more to follow

"I don't think I'm going," Megan sighed, "depending on what her mom says, I think Sam and I are going to have a girls night. Why do you ask? were you going to ask one of us?"

She was a good friend; she’d phoned me every day, dragged me out to see films or to hear bands, and put up with my rages and my silences, but she was getting impatient. I should have pulled myself together by now; got over it, put it behind me.

“The way I see it, we could do a couple things” she mused, as she stopped a few steps away from Brittany. “We could either go get a drink, which would be fun for celebration, or…” she purred as she shimmied out her panties, flinging them to the side “…we could go somewhere nice and private, a place where the police won’t be looking for us, and celebrate slightly

“So, what school are you guys from?” asked one of the volunteers who was helping run the event.

“It was the least I could do Princess Marina,” Miles grinned back at her, “ will you be attending tonight’s festivities. The Starlight Ball this year is said to be fantastic.”

"Edward told me that Embry was taking you to a spring dance." Alice said. She was trying to make conversation, but I wasn't in the mood. I would gush about it with Kim and Emily when I went to the res later.

“I still think you’re crazy to invite this guy to dinner again,” offered Adam, her best friend, from his place in front of the stove.

“Actually, there’s going to be a big party tonight,” he said. “A bunch of the guys stopped by to help get things set up. You need to be there.”

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

“Sounds fun. Could you guys make it home in time for supper? I was planning on baking you that triple-chocolate cake you love so much.”

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, I could hear the sounds of birds chirping and I still just sat there on my bed sobbing and wondering what I would do with someone I barely know. I was pouting trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly, I heard a phone ring and it was my mom's phone and I tried to listen in on her conversation from my room but it was too hard. After she got off the phone, she came running upstairs and knocked on my door “Izzy are you up I have good news” I pretended I was asleep and didn't answer her, eventually she went back downstairs. I was so upset that I had to take a nap, so I did. About 45 minutes later I woke up and went downstairs, Mom said that she had wonderful news. “Izzy I got a phone call and I am able to bring one guest with me that can stay in the house and see me when I get back every day” I jumped with joy! “Izzy I know you want to come with me, but if you want, you can still see grandma if you want to”. As soon as mom said that, suddenly I realized that I haven't seen my grandmas in years and she knows i'm coming and she is probably super excited excited to see me. Also I want to be able to see mom, so I went back to my room to think things over. I listed the good things about going to grandmas. She probably is super excited to see me after all of these years and I do want to see her and also it would be cool to see her for 2 months because after the 2 months I may not see her fore many more years. I went downstairs and started

My mother destroyed her life with addiction but it would be a mistake to say I did not grasp the immense love in her actions. Throughout her turmoil, I began to appreciate the conduct of person rather than their words. I've received a phantom of a father, his words appear on Facebook timeline: _Merry Christmas to my kids and My Grandson. Dad Loves You and Miss You_. I can be honest and say his quick intention is to shroud the immense absence, the unfulfilling yet continually provoking hole, that he has given our family. I've taken action to fill that hole that has inured our family for too long.

Hi...it’s me, Kael Kael Eatman. I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. The tale of events that lead my whole city to get infected with this… I don’t even know what you would call this. A disease possibly. It was horrible, let’s start with the first encounter.