Short Story : A Short Story Of A Short Story

He walks down the hall looking at the dirty and rusted lockers and the stained floors. Looking away from the nerds who are pushed into the lockers by the jocks. What a typical high school life anyone could have gone through. Bishop looks at the posters for the valentine's contest to see who would be the cutest couple. “Ugh even the sight of this makes my head hurt...,” He said aggravated. He looks down at his custom watch and touch an image on it and falls deep inside his mind. The bell rings loud and he notices he's late for class.

Now, as I stand upon the soon to break limb, I regret everything. Seeing the river below sent a stream of tingles down my spine. I’ve never been afraid of heights until now. The river, a disturbing mossy green, appeared cold to the touch. Even with it being Summer, the depths of the river looked like a cold shower I never wanted to take. I would, in a certain degree, rather get ratted out by one of the teacher’s inside than jump from this ungodly tree. From my peripheral vision, the two boys were hollering. Finny more than Gene. Consistently, Gene loved the thrill and excitement of danger. With every fiber of my being I praise God that the two boys didn’t dare invite anyone else to the impending doom of my death. Below, I hear the noise of a nearby toad. It’s mouth depicting a loud ribbit. Perhaps predicting my impediment that was soon to come. I glance towards Gene. Silently asking if this was an exceptional idea. He looked at me with a pointed look before proclaiming “you’ll be fine” and turning towards Finny “won’t she?”. Finn thought for a second “Notwithstanding, Kristen is a girl. For the same reason, she won’t! She’s invariably schlemiel.” Anger flashed in my eyes and by the looks of it Gene could tell. With a searing eyeroll and quick turn of my stature, I was

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

"Could you atleast tell me where we're headed?" She was now panting and pleading, helplessly with him.

Although, who were we to know this was our one and a lifetime chance that was just now happening, now. Regretting every step we took we stood side by side, together because together is better than being all alone. Luckily, I had my best friends because they are my life, for real. The gravel of Chelsea’s driveway shifted as rocks kept being transported to a new home. I couldn’t even hear myself think as I stared to find myself standing feet away from this mansion that, moments later would quite honestly probably determine my high school fate. Shoving was involved to determine who would walk up and ring the doorbell. Of course, after not making a very strong case I was designated to walk up and face, what I suspected to be filled of terror and have all kinds of erroneous mistakes. After we verified that we were going to be left there all night we knew we had

“We’re going to have to leave early tomorrow so we should probably get some sleep,” Alyssa says with a yawn.

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

“Okay, okay. But only because you ask.” I say quickly and get up from my bed and head to my closet. I open and realise that I haven’t been here since I was thirteen. I turn on my heels to face James.

I look up from the charms and nod. “I would like to buy three charms for my girlfriend.”

“You’re all squirmy. Everything good?” She asks quietly. He nods, and smiles at her over his shoulder before turning back to the front. Mrs. Jackson was glaring at them. Pete stares down at his lap, no longer able to focus on anything but his thoughts. He hated how weak he was. No one had made him feel this vulnerable, not even the summer he spent thinking he was in love with his childhood friend, Mikey. Pete’s eyes dart to the clock above the whiteboard. ‘Only four more minutes left.’ He breathes a mental sigh of relief.

"Don't shut me out, baby cakes." I whisper, while stroking the scar on her right cheek.

“So long then, Freckle.” He's grinning again. “See you in a couple days.” He slings his bag over his shoulder, picks up his violin case, and is gone. He smiles at auntie again and slips away.

“Honey, it’s no problem, just don’t waste it.” She says as she interrupts me. My mother sets down the plate, and I already have the syrup in my hand, ready to drown the pancakes and the bacon. I quickly eat my pancakes and the greasy, yet delicious bacon. My dad walks into the room, dressed in his suit ready to go to work. He never went to college, but now works for Nike and makes millions. Surprising what you can do without going to college. I grab my bag and my bright orange wallet, realizing it’s 8:30. I kiss my mom and dad goodbye, and give Will a quick wave. I pull the handle of my suitcase and walk out the door, where my best friend, Izzy, is

“Oh no, don't worry. A girl will come in the evening and take care of it.”

While laying my palm flat on my bed, I twist my torso to face her. “How about all the details of my date?”