A Story Of A Short 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.

“Here,” Dean left his stoves and knelt down beside her. “I can’t let you clean up my mess.”

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.

I bask in the destruction as the symbols of the most powerful beings on Earth simply melt away. I shut my eyes and let the snow wash over my skin, arms outstretched. I open my eyes to Jensen chuckling. “What?” I ask.

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”.

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

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.

“Laura Lioness Longface! You get down here this instant!” A voice shouted. “You are in deep, deep water this time!”

Meril held up a linen napkin. “Chartreuse?” she said, waving it in front of Harriet’s face.

Hey, I’m Eriona. Eriona Rios actually. My friends call me Eri though. I’m about to tell you a story that will make you, actually I don’t know what it’s going to do to you. Here goes nothing. So it was about freshman year and there was this “new boy”, all of the girls wanted him to be honest, I did too. I’m not going to use his real name so were just going to call him Tom. Tom was soooooo cute, literally fine. So I told one of my friends that I thought he was cute, and she said she agreed. So a couple days later, I decided to tell my “friend” that I liked him. And she said I should text him and stuff. About 2 days later, me and her were walking in the hallway, and she gave Tom a hug right in front of me and told me she kinda like him. Me and her didn’t speak anymore after that.

It was a loud stormy night, no one was able to sleep you were able to feel the thunder from your feet once it hit and could her the spike of electricity from the lightning. Thankfully Gracelynn’s mom had given her melatonin. She was sleeping through the whole storm, but then she heard a loud thump and woke up.

The wind is soft but strong, my hair flowing behind me and also in my face, I don’t bother to pull it back because I forgot my hair tie at home. “I could stay here forever,” I say to myself. I am at my favorite place to be when I need time to myself. I found this place when I was thirteen and have been coming back since then. It is on the very top of the highest hill there is in the camp and there is a beautiful old tree that has been there forever, I climb to the top and just stare.

“If I told you that a long time ago the entire world rested in the hands of one very unruly child, you probably wouldn’t believe me. So that is why I don’t tell stories to people that often. I can't really, because not everyone is willing to believe a cloud is talking to them. Some are just too unimaginative to believe it,”

Who is my family? Where are they? Why did they leave me here? Why am I here? Does my fami-

It was windy and foggy that day. I don’t even remember getting lost. All I remember were the other kids telling me to hide in the trees. Honestly, I don’t know if they even liked me. They always kept telling me I couldn’t talk to them in a group, but I just thought they were talking in private.