Jeana's Short Story

I know mom died, Rosie, but it's better than seeing you like this." The words stabbed mercilessly into her, winding in-between bones and cartilage to strike her very core. "You dropped out, I know you've been stealing from me, and I can't support you the way you are anymore. It's been years, Rose. I've moved on. Your brother moved on. You need to move on, too." Pale blue-green eyes stared, blankly, at the weary older man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door--her father. Beleaguered with stress and a faint sense of hopelessness, he just stared at the floor as he addressed his twenty-three-year-old daughter. "I talked to (Your Character) the other day, about you. People were worried for a while, now they've just about given up. You've

“We need to home.” I said with a sad face and kissed Alec on the cheek as a goodbye.

The mysterious person said, “ You and Janice are ok. You have a few broken bones an arm, a leg and a few ribs but, when u hit the ground your back scraped across the pavement so, you won’t be able to walk for the next couple weeks. You have a very serious “road rash” and a couple layers of skin came off. Janice is fine when you hugged her she landed on top of you. You took most of the impact for her. She has a broken arm and a concussion but, that is it.” The doctor replied.

“I will. Thanks again.” Kyle kissed her cheek and walked back towards Sue who was discussing something with the maître D.

“Stop your complaining! This was your idea anyways. Somehow, and I don’t know how, I got dragged into this convoluted plan of yours.” She tapped her foot, annoyed.

There she lay, on her bed dead and gone forever. My precious mother has passed due to the awful fever that has been going around Philadelphia. I, Jenny, am only a thirteen year old girl that couldn’t even take care of my mother, and now I have of take care of myself, all alone. My father died when I was only three, he had been murdered by an evil man. What am I going to do now? I thought to myself. My stomach growled; I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. I had been so busy with taking care of my mother that I forgot to feed myself. I decided to just walk around and see what I would find.

“This is something you have to do for yourself,” her mom reassured her as their foreheads pressed against each other’s, “your father would be so proud. He is so proud.” With that, her mother took both hands to wipe the tears from her daughter’s eyes before pushing her away, into the world. Looking back at the window, she smiled. Although memories like these made her crave her mother's arms more than ever, she was satisfied knowing that she was right. This trip was something she had to do for herself,

While driving, she allowed her mind to wander, thinking about the good times she shared with her mother as tears poured down her face blinding her. Forcing her to stop at the curb, sobbing, Marlene pleaded, “Mom, you can’t be dead. You’re my best friend, What am I going to do without you. Oh, Dear God, please, please let me wake up from this nightmare,” she prayed.

“Alright mother I gotta get going. I’ll see you later, bye love you.” Kalani said walking out his front door.

It was a dark, dry night in Johnny’s shed. Johnny was staring at the roof of his room. Hungry and tired, Johnny imagined how the next day would be. The shed was cramped. After a long day of work, Johnny was exhausted. Johnny worked on the field, helping his mom plant crops and look for food. Johnny was a poor kid with a rough background. His dad, Nick, died after a bear attacked the house. Johnny was just seven at that time. Nick would walk into johnny’s head every night. Every day when Johnny reflected upon his day, his dad’s words would come in and out of his brain. For Johnny, it was almost impossible to forget about his dad. But this was not Johnny’s only drastic event he had to live through. Johnny had a brother by the name of Andrew. Johnny lover Andrew, he was funny and always cheered Johnny on. When Andrew died, it impacted his mom so hard that she had a nervous breakdown and Johnny had to work all day taking care of his mom and his house. Johnny’s mom is just recovering and is now taking care of the household. Now, Johnny is working hard to take the place of Andrew and Nick, his loved ones.

His mom grasped his hand and held it tight, repetitively reminding him she was right there. He could faintly make out the details of her face: the wrinkles in the outer corners of her eyes, the dimples at the edges of her closed-mouth smile, the tears that were glistening over her rosy cheeks. It made him upset to see her cry, but there was nothing he could do about it, he couldn’t even remember what happened.

Walking across the smooth, pine, hardwood floors and up the cream colored, just-steamed carpets brought back memories, but Phillipa wouldn’t allow herself to reminisce now. Kat had called her here for a reason, though she sounded unbelievably distant due to her raging fever, and Phillipa had to fulfill her duty as a best friend; they take care of each other when they’re at their best, and their worst. Kat was currently at her worst, and home alone. Moreover, because Kat was too ill to care for herself, Phillipa would have to take over for Kat’s extremely inattentive parents, as was the norm in their friendship. Kat’s parents worked in the city; her father, an engineer for a big manufacturing company, and her mother; an art director.

“Trust me on this, I have to do this. She 's my mom, and I 'm her daughter. She needs to hear me out. I promise, I 'll come and see you as soon as I can,” said Jess hugging Kate goodbye. Jess began to walk towards her car, Kate grabbed her arm and pulled her towards her and kissed her gently on her lips.

“Bye mom,” I said as I started out the front door on my way to school.

“Bye mom,” I said as I started out the front door on my way to school.