Creative Story : A Short Story

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

Have you ever had your best friend in the whole world, who is like a sister, move to a whole different state? Well, if you have then you know that the feeling is horrible. It’s very sad and sometimes it can be depressing which makes it hard to deal with. It’s hard to know that Emily and I can’t just do the things we used to do because she is so far away. We can’t just hang out whenever we want to. Emily has always been my sister, by blood or not, it doesn’t matter to me.

“Katherine, come here please!”, I jumped out of bed and came downstairs to see why my parents had called me down.“Pack your stuff Kat. We will be moving in a couple of days”. My first thoughts were how could we leave a place we had called home for the past twelve years. I would be leaving all my childhood friends and relatives and leaving behind all the memories we once cherished.

"Ha! Gotcha now, doll!" Byron had dropped Jill off at Charles' place, to pursue her. He was gaining on CJ; so much that he could see her dashboard. He tapped her bumper from behind, and latched onto it. They were attached for miles. CJ steered her car into the rural area of town. She geared it in reverse and jumped out the door. Byron was thrown through his back windshield. She ran from both vehicles, as far as possible. Byron was after her; he couldn't allow her to live with the truth. It was a brick wall; she was trapped.

All of this didn’t hit me until that very moment. The many things that were going to change so suddenly coursed through my mind. She wasn’t ever going to live at home anymore. I wasn’t going to be able to walk down the hallway to ask for advice on what to wear to school the next day, or ‘borrow’ her clothes for special occasions, and no more late night drives on school nights, blaring music. She opened her car door and gave me a big hug. I looked at her and in my mind I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry, seconds later it was like a broken dam, I burst into tears. That next few minutes was full of reassurance that the room down the hall would still belong to her, she would always be there to give me fashion advice no matter what, and there would still be many late night jam sessions to be held. “I need to get on the road so I can get settled into my dorm room and meet my roommate, but again, I’ll be one facetime, text, or call away,” she assured

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met Cain at the gates, a slight smile played at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep everything in check. I won’t allow anyone to blow anything up.” She stated with a slight nod of her head. Her right hand fell to rest atop her gun, “Make sure you don’t kill anyone else Cain. If we want to win this war we are going to need the numbers.” She muttered out in a soft voice, a hint of announce could be heard.

"Where the fuck are we going, the border's West." The hulking six-foot three, heavily tattooed Latino removed a ham-size first from the steering wheel and glared at the man in the passenger seat.

Aiko was slumped forward over the table. The private dining hall was perfect, quiet and peaceful.

As the game flowed on, layups, three pointers, and any basket you think of were raining like snow falling out of the sky. Players talking smack, coaches yelling at each other and parents steaming in fury over the performance of their children, especially mine. A major loss by 8, to the worst team in the league. When the game ended, my sister snatched me into the car and drove me home, in silence. I had no idea what was going on, I asked myself did someone just lose their bestfriend? As thoughts were running through my mind, I didn’t know what to think. I arrived at my house and just ran up into my room, avoiding all verbal contact.

The car was silent, my eyes tried to keep up with the passing trees that were changing from a lush green to more vibrant colors of red and yellow. My thoughts were racing, adjusting to my sister, my best friend, leaving to start a new chapter in her life. I’ve had so many memories with Morgan, some good but also some bad. I remember the way she could always make me laugh with her quirkiness. Or we would just lay down and listen to my dog, Libby snore, and every minute we would look at each other and smile. I knew I would see her again, I told myself it was only a two hour drive, but I knew life wouldn't be the same. My vision became a blur and the colors of the trees became a mix, as I began to cry.

Mikey shuts his locker and twist the comb to make sure the locker has locked. The group of friends continue to walk slowly into the pitch black long, narrow hallway. After every slow foot step the old wooden floor creaks. As the group of friends start to approach the door, they hear the sound of a phone ringing. As they get closer to the door the ringing begins to get louder by the second. The sound seems to be coming from the door open to the left it appears to be the school office. The kids slowly walk into the office and approach the ringing that's coming from behind the desk. Jake hesitantly answers the phone the phone fills with silence there is no answer.

Nicole's normally porcelain skin is a sickly gray as her head lays lifeless on the hospital cot. It's been two - no three - days since Wynonna pulled her from the clutches of the Widows.

All along, I knew that she would have to eventually leave for college, but I took the summer before she left for granted. It wasn’t until I was helping her pack up all of her stuff that I realized I would not have her by my side

I hugged her and told her that everything was going to be ok. When the time for me to leave El Paso came, I said goodbye to all of my friends and we even had planned a farewell party. I traveled for more than fourteen hours to get to Iowa. While in the car I looked through the window every now and then. I got to see beautiful landscapes I hadn’t seen before. I finally arrived to Iowa at one in the morning. The weather was totally different, foggy and humid. Since we were in the middle of the summer, and school didn’t start until the end of August, I didn’t really know anyone. I found it hard to make friends since the place and culture was different. No one really talked to me, I don’t really know why; I guess they saw me as a weird guy.