Short Story Of Caila

The day began with an abrupt start. My alarm went off, and I was wondering to myself why I had set it to wake me up so early. I then remembered, today was the day I was finally able to meet and take home my new chinchilla named Luna. On the way to the home that had my soon to be chinchilla, me and my father stopped for breakfast at Chick-Fil-A.

As I began to hear the testimony, I recalled all the various wars that have created us into what we are today. Brother against brother, kings that ruled the land, and dictators that overtook anything they desired. Survivors from various disasters have had a chance to let others hear and feel what they have gone through when they were younger like us. Cesia Kingston, one of the many survivors of the disastrous Holocaust, shares her many experiences throughout her life. Some too precious to forget, but others filled with pain and sorrow. Through every word Cesia spoke, they filled my thoughts like a wave, but at the same moment I remembered the times when pain and fear overtook me.

Have you everhad a "friend" who just treats you like you're nothing?This is what Abuela feels like.Her grandaughter treated her with no love,affection,or any type of care. Abuela called this "zero"because she didn't feel of any value to Costancia. I'll show you why Abuela felt like she was worthless.

Deej Logan was just like any normal high school girl. She woke up on her first day of school and combed her hair, picked out the “perfect” outfit and headed out the door. What she didn’t know is that after that day nothing would be the same. Nothing that day seemed to be going right. At school drama was swarming all around her, not exactly what she hoped the first day would be like. By the time the last bell of the day rang she was more than happy to get out of that school. She drove home as quickly as she could but as soon as she got home she realized that she had forgotten to pick up her sisters. “Great.” She thought sarcastically as she sat back down in her car and drove off. Just then she pulled out her phone to message one of her friends about her awful day. That one decision changed everything. Before she had a chance to send the message Deej veered off into oncoming traffic and was killed on impact.

They took a sharp turn over a some railroad tracks and the back door flew open. Jeannette rolled out of the car, she rolled many yards on the embankment. When she came to a stop, she was too shocked to cry and she all bloody and scraped up. She called herself a burden, and said they could do fine without her. When her family turned around and came screeching to a halt, her dad got out of the car, knelt down, and tried to give Jeannette

A family of four were living on the second floor of a building in Leeward. During a normal Saturday night, the father and daughter who was just 14 years old went to a party. The mother and baby were left alone in the apartment. As the mother was in the yellow tile kitchen with a spoon in her hand and the small baby in the large white bed, there was a loud hysterical scream in the air. The mom jumped up and rushed towards the square shaped window. As she looked out the window there was a domino effect of people turning on their dull yellow light bulbs. The sound of a wailing siren was heard throughout the neighborhood as an ambulance and police cars came rushing over to the crime scene. She wored her slippers on and carried the child outside in the chilling cold night. She saw everything: red and blue lights being shined through the cars. The two lifeless bodies on the hard black road, a man and a woman. Police officers were scattered all over the street with yellow tape in their hands that read “Do not cross”. The yellow tape was put all around the neighborhood, not letting anyone in or

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

“I’m sorry to ask this again Ms.Fink, but could you please restate what happened the night of the murders?” I knew what they were doing. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out that they are trying to pin the murders on me, anyone who had ever watched a crime show in their life would have caught on. “I got home from work, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, my dad was watching football in the living room, and my sister and brother were wrestling down the stairs. I hopped into the shower and began to sing, just as I always do. The yelling and screaming grew louder, but I just figured that mom and dad were fighting again. After I finished showering, to my disbelief my sister was lying dead, surrounded by her own blood, on the floor. A few steps and there was my brother, also dead. By then time had

She looked at the child, safely in her arms, breathing steadily. She looked at the man, then turned her head at the semi. The semi woman had no chance. She cared for the child, even when it ended her own life. She cradled the child in her arms, quietly praying that he didn’t what had become of his mother. She didn’t know that the child was hanging onto her arm, sobbing into her sleeve. The warm, wet tears on her shirt had brought something out of her. She broke down in the middle of the road. She cried into the bright blue coat of the little boy. He was tightly holding his Teddy bear when she had grabbed him, but when she looked down, he was no longer in possession of such an innocent creature. He dropped it when she had set him on the ground. She stood up, looked at the burning car and semi, and realized that she had saved a person, but she was mostly proud at the fact that she had saved a child, no older than eight years. The police took her, the man, and the child into custody. She walked to the ambulance with the help of an officer. The girl had been silent from the moment that she had put her earbuds in. She hadn’t spoken a single word. Not a single

The paramedics rushed over to Angelica, checked her pulse, the paramedic said, “She has no pulse, we have to get her to the nearest hospital quick.” Marie started crying and screaming, “Oh my God, Oh my God, Please, help my baby.” Aunt Lori held Marie. As they were working with Angelica, Aunt Lori rushed to the phone and called David and Simone to tell them to meet them at the hospital. After hanging up, the paramedics rushed Angelica out the door, Marie rode in the ambulance with them. Aunt Lori rushed out behind them following the ambulance. When they made it to the hospital, they rushed Angelica inside, were there was Doctors waiting. As they rushed Angelica to the back, Marie tried to follow them, but one of the paramedics stopped her and said, “Maam, she’s in good hands, I’m sorry, but you can’t go back there.” “That’s my daughter.” said Marie. “Maam, I’m sorry, but you can’t.” said the paramedic. Marie walked off, headed to the waiting area, she was still crying. When she got to the waiting area, Aunt Lori rushed to her side. “What did they say?” ask Aunt Lori. “They told me that I can’t go back there.” said Marie. As they were talking, Simone and David rushed in. “Mom, What happened?” ask Simone. “I don’t know.” cried Marie. “Mom, come sit down.” said David. Marie kept crying. “It’s going to be alright, Angelica will be just fine.” said David. “Aunt Lori what happened?” ask Simone. “We were all asleep, then Angelica started screaming, she was crying and complaining about her head, she said that her head was hurting real bad, so Marie went and got a warm towel and placed it on her forehead, but she was still in pain, so I called the ambulance, when they arrived Marie and I rushed to the door to let them in and when they rushed to the back, they said Angelica had no pulse.” “Oh my God.” said Simone. “Have the Doctor or anyone spoken to you?” ask David. “No, just before you both arrived, they rushed her in the back.” said Marie. They all sat and

I am Aisha page and I am just an ordinary 18-year-old girl. I am always the quiet one who sits at the back of class. I have long, black silky hair and hazel eyes. I want to become a CSI so I could help the community in a way. I was walking down the street back to my dorm when I heard a car crash. I ran to the crash site and saw small streams of blood coming from the car. The car was crushed from the front due to being rammed into the light pole. Aisha wanted to do something, but didn’t know what to do. “What should I do?” I thought. All of the sudden I heard a high-pitched scream. I looked around, but saw no one. I then realized the scream was coming from the car. I walked cautiously toward the car and saw a little girl trapped in her seat,

As her mother told her the amazing news, she was going to have another baby, Analeigh was shocked. She just knew better than to let her true feelings show, instead a grin appeared on the twelve year old's face as she told her mom how amazing that was and how excited she was to be a big sister. Because that's what's expected of a Remington. As soon as possible she excused herself before running up to her bedroom and shutting the door quicker then she ever had in the past. She turned on some music, loud but not loud enough to lead anyone coming up to her room just to tell her to turn it down but still loud enough so that no one would hear her cry. Analeigh threw herself on her bed before the tears started streaming and sobs started escaping her

Carrying his coffee cup, Andrew entered the family room, noticing the TV was on, called out, “Honey, I’m going to watch the morning news before going to work.” Then he sat down in his Lazy-Boy chair, expecting to hear whose cat the firefighters rescued from the oak tree in the back yard. Instead, the announcer shocked him when he said, “We’re going live to our reporter in Jackson Heights, where yesterday afternoon police discovered a double homicide.”

“No my mom’s a doctor she is the one who will bring me to the hospital!” I screamed with anger in my voice. I was scared angry and nervous at the same time.

It’s late Thursday afternoon, mom shuffles a minivan full of hungry, tired children from school to the latest afterschool activity. As she enters the highway , through the whines of children asking for a snack, she hears her cell phones familiar chime and rummages through a purse full of old receipts and a checkbook that’s desperately in need of being balanced. Hurriedly, she answers the phone to relay a list of items they need form the grocery store for dinner to her husband. She only looked away for a short second to swipe the answer button but as her eyes return to the road she see the vehicle in front of her has come to a stop. She acts as quickly as she can but it’s too late. As she plows into the car in front of her all she can