My Fatefully Day: A Short Story Essay

Perhaps it wasn’t the most popular club, with there being only a handful of members present, but it is a club that I

He gave me a kind of 'disapproving dad' look "and why is that?" He asks chuckling a little bit.

"Yes. You have kids of your own. It's about you stop depending on me. I'll be out of here in a couple of weeks. Anyway, I'm going for a walk."

“why?” He questioned. What was this, an interrogation? I thought his first reaction would be to scream. I'm surprised he hasn't already tried.

I'm Robert Leavitt and it's been a month since it all started the end… we've been living well more like surviving day by day.

“I should’ve told you. Everything would be okay is I’d just have told you.” He counters. But it wouldn’t have. I would’ve kept going, arguing. It would never have made any difference.

“Yea, well deal with it, Miss.Belle, because if you don’t you aren’t going to be a student here anymore.”

“i said to please stop yelling and go home. Justin was just sitting there getting more nervous than ever. We started to walk away, letting out a strange kind of laugh like getting in trouble

Jumping down the stairs, I quickly hustled to leave the house. I got to the door

The sky was dark and sad that day, but even with a climate that gloomy it was a happy afternoon. Mom and dad made plans to go shopping for new clothes. We were in the U.S.A. and I was five, so I really didn’t have a choice to decide whether to go or not to where they were going shopping. The good thing was that my dad’s friend, Jacky, who was taking us to Walmart, promised me there were a lot of toys I could see, and compromised that if I liked one a lot she would buy it for me. It was the best feeling I had experienced in my small life.

There are no evident differences about the club as I enter through the front doors. The heavy scent of cologne continues to pervade the air, the lights remain dim, even Clyde immerses himself in his duties behind the bar. But the unsettling awareness of something missing continues to gnaw at me nonetheless. Of course, it's Angelo's absence. Though I hadn't realised his presence gave so much influence to the club. Such a

It’s February 12th, a cold, snowy day. I run into my mom’s room because I heard her scream. When I get there I see her on her back in pain. I’m dumfounded, I just there paralyzed, until I hear her say

Growing up as a wanderess, one would think that I would have mastered the art of clubbing. However, that couldn’t be any further than the truth. While I might be an avid concert goer and all around explorer, why would I ever engage in clubbing? I don’t drink and the thought of standing in a dark room with strangers with no purpose seemed odd to me. Truthfully, the closest I have ever had to a “club” like experience would be the horrific house party of ’12. Needless to say, that was enough to cement my belief that it would be unenjoyable.

“Oh don’t mumble Eliza,” she said in a frustrated tone. “Really, its not very becoming.”

This will be the story of my life. I will have multiple stories to tell you and my first one will be when my grandpa died. I had a great relationship with my grandpa so when I found out that my grandpa had cancer I was really sad. So then I wanted to hang out with him even more but couldn't because he was in the hospital most of the time. It was really hard for me at the time because I wasn’t nice so when he would ask for help I wouldn’t want to. So I when he died I was very sad because I felt like I was mean to so I was disappointed In myself. Then so when he was in the hospital we would stay there late and I would be tired for school. So then my grades got worse. Then my behavior got worse. Then after he died we moved because my grandma would have lived alone and wouldn’t be able to pay the bills. My next story will be when my stomach tied up. So when I was like 8 months old my stomach got tied up so I started to throw up and It would change colors. My mom said that she didn’t know what was going on. Then my stomach got worse and I throw up more often so then my got worried. The doctors had to cut open my stomach to see what was going on. My stomach almost exploded and the doctors said that if it exploded I would have died because all the ased would have killed me because it would have melted everything in me.