A Story Of The Story-A Short Story

At the end of 4th hour Alex had to go to her locker for her math books as she was closing her locker she was held up with a gun by Kyle. Kyle brought a gun to the school and was pointing it right at Alexes skull with his finger on the trigger. This was probably the most terrifying thing Alex has ever gone through. “Come with me” Kyle said with a angry voice.

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

“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.

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.

“I… I don't know,” Carol replied and coughed. “I can see people on the stairs below me. They are shouting something, wait. Oh my God, they are saying the building is falling. I… I don't know what to do.”

Jerry came home from work later than usual that Friday night. He didn’t say hello when he found me in our bedroom, but thrust the glittery pink bag at my chest and waited with half of a grin.

It was 7:00 am, March 17, 2018, a Saturday in Japan. It was a beautiful normal day, the sun smiled happily peeking behind a marshmallow cloud at the Ortega family. The Ortega family came out of their old rusted apartment, into their old grey broken windowed car. The apartment was filthy and was covered in moss, and their car was as old as their ancestors. Their dad Isaac dove. He is 37 years old, tall, with hazel eyes, curly dark hair that was as fluffy as a rabbit’s cottontail, was a couch potato, and needed to work out. Isabella, the mom, is 31 years old, with long light brown hair, carribean blue eyes, short and skinny, and she is loving and hardworking. “Mommy”, Lily said kindly. “Yes, sweetie”, mom replied. “Mommy milk”, Lily said. Lily is a 2 year old, a late walker (which meant she could only crawl), with light brown curly hair, and carribean blue eyes. “Be quiet”, Emma yelled meanly. “Mommmmmm!”, Lily said. Lily started crying, so loud it sounded like someone clanging the cymbals. “You both be quiet” said John. Emma is 13 year old, a skinny bone jones, short (in John’s terms), long straight light brown hair, and ocean blue eyes. John was turing today 15, he is tall and likes baseball, he has pure hazel eyes, and dark brown curly hair. This family was going to a new dome shape baseball stadium and was watching the Yomiuri Giants V.S. Tokyo Yakult Swallows.

It was an absolute disaster. I pinch my face in disgust as I pick up one of the gooey clumps that were supposed to resemble sugar cookies.

“HURRY UP!” I yelled across the street at Diana as she’s running down the street, barefoot, while I wait for her on the other side of road. We’re going off to the local supermarket to purchase the ingredients needed to make pumpkin bread.

"Is this my time," Tanis Lightbody asked himself as he lay with one side of his face pressed against the asphalt as the ricochets echoed in his ears as if they were the percussions of drumsticks and his head the drum. He knew that if he got up to run, his silhouette, his blackness, would be perforated with punctuations, with periods of light, by the things making the explosive typewriter sounds, the lead hailstorm falling all around him. He also knew that if he didn't, the end result would be the same. Tanis knew that like everything else it was just a matter of time.

“NOOOOOOOOOO THAT CAN NOT BE POSSIBLE,” yelled a boy named Fritz, “try again.” Fritz and his friends, Andy and Zack, are in Fritz’s bedroom with the soothing and quiet hum of the computer and the boing boing boing of the tennis ball hitting against the white and bumpy wall of the bedroom that is being thrown by Andy. “WE HAVE TO FIND THAT RING,” screamed Fritz as he stormed out of the bedroom. Fritz was a skinny little boy in 7th grade at Spry Middle School. He loves to play dodgeball outside with his friends, and play car racing with his little brother inside. But, Fritz’s gets angry really quickly sometimes.Fritz has the ability to be a human GPS. Andy was more of an active person. She loves gymnastics. Some moves she can do is the aerial, a cartwheel, a back-handspring, and she can flip in the air three times in a row, without touching the ground. Zack is more of an insider. Most of his time spent in the day is reading, studying, writing or looking out the window for more ideas for his story’s.

June 5th 2016 3 girl gone missing in a small town in Traverse City michigan. No where to be found or clues where they could of go. I was there friends with the 3 girls Amy, Claire, Emily and , i am katie. We were all best friends grew up in the same town all went to the same elementary school. As we went into middle school we got very popular and we all meet a lot of new people and friends. But Amy, Claire , Emily and I all stayed bestfriends. I met Amy and Claire in 1st grade our families were very close and always have party ,dinners together. Amy was shy when i first met her but grew out of it she only lived with her mom and didn't have any siblings.When me and Amy were younger we would hang out everyday after she never wanted to go home.i never asked her why I she thought we were having a lot of fun. I met Claira the same year i met Amy. Claire grew up with a Mom and Dad and a younger brother Claire always dressed the best out of our little friend group ource because her family was very rich. Her family would always take us three to the coolest places. Then we met Emily in the 4th grade she was very different from us three but she became our best friend she lived with her grandparents in this very little blue house near a haunted lake.The first time we met her at school no one sat next to her so we did she was happy to met us. And that's how i met my 3 best friends . And am Katie I have a mom and dad and an older sister named Sophia she was the better child

She shouted “What's going on” before lightly landing on a patch of bright green grass.

The days before were a blur. Grief filled the air around us. The one room everyone wanted to be in, sitting next to her, supporting her, waiting for her last breath.

It was 7:00 am on a bright Saturday morning when I finally experienced my worst fear. I was dazed and confused, just a few minutes ago I was with my three best friends and knew what my surroundings were. The only memory I have is leaving my friends house. Everything from then on is lost to my mind.