Abby: A Short Story

Abby was always the good sister never in trouble and always trying to protect her younger drugged out hopeless sister Maya. Abby funds that always protecting her sister will be much harder when Abby finds Maya's sister drug dealer boyfriend dead, Jefferson Andrews. Everyone thought he was so handsome,sweet,kind, smart, and charming but under that he was a stone cold heartbreaker. Up for a morning run Maya and her dog past a river and realize there is something at the bottom, a body Jefferson's body. Automaticity Abby thinks of my knowing how bad she was treated by Jefferson she could have killed him. Going into protector mode Abby call Maya but Maya's phone us laying in the ground next to Jefferson's car. Abby calls every single contact in

Mabel had been doing nothing but nervously muttering slightly-varied versions of the above statement ever since she and Dipper had talked with Coraline about sneaking out.

Children of all ages are constantly learning and observing their world in unique ways. One specific way children do this is through their play. During this they are able to develop different areas such as cognition, physical development, and social skills. There are many different theories that have been established that help explain development as they go through life. Through my knowledge of these different theories and how they correlate with children’s play I was able to determine the development of a preschool child.

The tragic end of the beautiful Andrea Gail and the fate of all the lives on that boat is yet unknown. In the meantime, my last thought at this point of the story is I’ve come to the conclusion that the more often you go out, the more likely you are to never come back. The only way to guard against these dangers is to stop rolling the dice.

It was 9 at night, and Abby was ready to close up the studio. All of the dancers and staff had left, leaving her alone on one of the rainiest nights Pittsburgh had ever seen. The fluorescent lights and lack of natural light gave the studio an uncharacteristically green hue. Abby walked to the front and checked the fax messages. Nothing, again.

Stella Connor’s guilt has driven her away from Atlanta and her job as an EMT. She’s running from a past consumed by her failure to save a child followed by her sister’s betrayal. After dumping her cheating fiancé, she’s ready to stay clear of men.

Amanda Castro could remember having this bear, this stuffed bear that was by her side 24/7, she counted on that bear, she counted on it to warm her up, make her happy. That bear was the one thing that could keep her from all of the loud ruckuses, that bear kept Amanda from all of the dangers of the world, but like every toy, kids put it away, they keep it in the closet, they stop using it.

Finished, the stalker peered deep into Lila Ross eyes, and wondered how the woman would she'd react when she became aware that man who'd just brought her to climax was a rapist and murderer. Soon, but not tonight, he'd discover that answer, and was glad when Lila made it clear that she wasn't looking for pillow-talk, or for him to remain any longer than necessary. Mark Dubuois had had just about enough of being friendly to Lila Ross to last him a lifetime.

That’s how things usually worked out around here in Saraland. Well, I should actually say, that’s how things always seemed to work out here in Saraland. Dads’ or boyfriends’ leaving after a fight never to be heard from again or showing back up several months later after having knocked up some huzzy they’d hooked-up with after a late night of drinking. Then the wonderful news would be delivered to you of a new addition to the family, and how you’ll soon be getting a new roommate.

About two centuries ago, Mary Elizabeth of Kilmallock told news reporter, Diane Jennings, about the six-centuries-old psychotic leprechaun her and her friends accidently released. Elizabeth’s story went viral around town for months, no one knew whether to believe it or to believe she was psychotic herself. She was new around town. Her father, Henry Hickem, had just helped her buy a new house in Kilmallock, Ireland. Both Elizabeth and her friends had just finished college at the time and were going to live in the new house. Elizabeth never pictured her first day living in her new house to turn into the most frightening day of her life.

Alison Smith was a bashful, , scrawny girl who had no friends. Alison was the new give in town she come from Missouri, she was a country girl.She rarely talked to anyone, no one would talk to her because way she looked and talked . She had big be teeth , thick oversized glasses , greasy pigtails . The mean kids would call her names and shove her in the lockers.Her teachers tried everything to help her enter act with her classmates in the end it effects her completely.

The man that approached her was not only good looking, but he looked like the kind of guy she could never take home. And that made him perfect. His offer to buy her a drink had her smiling brightly as she could see this being the start to an exciting night.

Avery and Emily had been best friends since before they could remember. Avery can't remember the last time they went more than a day without talking, but Avery has noticed that Emily just hasn’t been Emily lately. Maybe she hasn’t been herself since New Year's Eve a few months ago, Emily's parents have always been relaxed with certain rules, including the one involving minors and alcohol. Avery always declined the joking offers of alcohol, but lately Emily has been seeking out offers of alcohol.

When you first meet someone you are expecting a variety of questions to be thrown your way. For example, “what is your name?” “Where are you from?” “How old are you?” very common questions Im sure everyone knows the answer too. But what if someone were to ask you “So what are you anyway?” Knowing they are not talking about your career or anything of that matter, but your race. You are being asked a question that you do not prepare anyone to ask because well you’re a human being. A human being with a different skin pigmentation than the one asking you, isn’t that pretty obvious? I don’t expect many to understand the feeling that grows from the pit of your stomach when you feel as if though you have to explain your race to others, but it is not

Martha walks out into the woods with her hunting rifle ready to go. She loved the smell of the dew covered grass. She felt one with nature. Martha looked up at the trees for direction. They bent in the way of her next meal. She thanked them. Martha continued North in search of a beautiful buck. The bushes told Martha that she had a long distance to travel before she would find it. The grass and vines wrapped around her feet and carried her through the forest. She felt the warm air rush past her whispering encouraging words as she was carried. Soon the vines released her near a family of deer. There was a buck, a doe and two small fawns. Martha reached up to a tree with large branches. The tree lowered itself for her to climb on and raised her