Creative Writing : A Short Story

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

After swapping spit with Shay, I got up and collected a few of my things to take over to the new house. When my bag was packed, I cut the light off in the bedroom and waited for Shay to make us both a drink before we headed out the door. Before I buckled up in the van, I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed my mother’s cell phone number. When she answered, I asked, “Are you home?” “Yeah, are you coming over?” “Yes ma’am, I am. I was just making sure that someone was home.” “We’re all here, I’m cooking now because I may go to the bingo hall, but Lester and Imani will be here.”

My mom walked down the stairs and asked if i was ready to go? “Let's go,” I said. “Bye dad,” I said as i was on my way out the door.

“Mom lets go” I screamed. “Ok ,go outside i'll be there in a bit.” she yelled from the cabin room. I raced outside and I was able to see the park from the rocky tilted driveway I was preached on. My mom came out the wooden door.

Finally outside in the real world, it takes her awhile to find out where her Dad managed to park the dirty blue Honda he's had since she was 9, but nevertheless she does and stumbles inside. The trip back home was like a roller coaster, a little kiddie like roller coaster. So slow. So long. It agrivated her. They made it home safe and sound, greeted by the loud short barks of her old fart dog, her Dad went back to sleep after cursing at the dog. "Thanks." She grinned at her Dad and manged her way into the kitchen setting up the cup under the hot water

I slowly get up and look around. The bed I was lying in is decorated with pink peonies and tulips. The room is bigger than I thought. It has a little wall TV with a cute wooden border, a mahogany desk with a matching chair, a split rug in the middle and a wooden clock marked with white patterns. I suddenly smell food coming from the next room, so I skip out of the bedroom and walk into the kitchen. I see my grandpa cooking some bacon & eggs, so I ask him,

We hear the door open downstairs. “I’m home!” Estevon screams and attempts to go down the stairs fast. He lays flat on his tummy, feet facing down the stairs. 1 foot leads the other as he slides down the stairs. His mother was waiting at the bottom. “Mama! Mama!” He tries to say while laughing. They both hug each other like some 10 year reunion.

All too quickly, Gemma and I found ourselves clacking down the metal stairs, arriving at the foot of the red room.

could bring the supplies in. The man in black used this opportunity to quickly open the door of the rig and closed it as if there was a baby on the other side. The man then slowly tiptoed with his feet slowly sinking into the sand as he silently worked his way to the post office next door to the shop. He then walked in and managed to walk his way up the precarious, slightly decaying steps leading to the attic.

No one told me where I was going or why I needed to go there, it all happened very fast. A woman came into the classroom and called for me and two others to follow her. The three of us looked at each other, puzzled expressions splattered across our faces as we slowly rose from our seats to follow the lady out the door. At first I thought I was in trouble, but I had always been a good kid and I did not know what I would have done wrong.

“I thought Lola was going to help you pack? Where is she?” mom said with that look that moms do when they think you’re up to something no good.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Kaira said, “Hey want to go shopping for some new outfits before you start school tomorrow? As a celebration for you waking up?”

“WOW! This van is really something else.” Crystal said as she looked at all the surveillance equipment in the CIA RV. There were city grid maps flashing across one of many computer screens and telephones were ringing. “Are we going to really need all this power doctor?”

The University of Melbourne stood behind us as the lights flickered my eyes. The class of 1995 was standing together reminiscing of the past and enjoying each other’s presence.

SMACK! I was on my back, peering up at Josh as he laid on top me. “Gotc....” He begins to say but stopped. The look of victory slowly vanished from his face at the realization of how little space was between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest or maybe it was mine. Because, Josh was now searching my eyes as if he was looking for an answer to a question. His lips were only inches from mine and I could feel the heat coming off of them. Everything inside of me screamed to move away, but my body would not respond. I lay there frozen until my back pocket began to BUZZ “Everbody is kung fu fighting hu ha” BUZZ. Josh immediately was up on his feet and I felt the absence of his body heat.