Short Story Of My Story

“Madison Carter! I know you were the class clown! Don’t try to fool me!” my husband Johnny Flash yelped. I rolled my eyes, I didn’t have time to argue, I had to get ready.

“Here,” Dean left his stoves and knelt down beside her. “I can’t let you clean up my mess.”

Mavis can hear shouting. She can tell it’s Ian because they have had plenty of yelling matches before, but instead of differing tastes in movies, Mavis can tell there is true contempt in his voice. Rattling her head, she can faintly see Leon collapsed on the other side of the room. Her heart tugs. She tries to talk to him, yet Ian’s voice drowns her out. Mavis wants to scream at Ian until she looks at him, and he his face isn’t twisted with anger, but fear. She follows his line of sight to a man that looks like he is what caused the gorge in the Grand Canyon by jumping down a little hard. The giant man is doing a pitiful job of ignoring Ian since his face is red and keeps glowering at Ian. Mavis uses the luck that The Forest gave her to encompass Ian with fortune. Her luck is noticeably weaker than normal, and Mavis understands that they were taken far from the school, and further from The Forest. She tries to move her hands, but they seem to be restrained. When she looks up, there are stars. Ian stops berating the man when a door opens to let in magnolias and councilwomen Morris. Mavis’s can’t comprehend the situation, but Ian seems to understand something because instead of yelling profanities he casts a spell that breaks whatever was holding his hands together. Mavis watches as Ian fends off physical attacks from the giant man and bolts of lightning from Morris that crackle the sky above and sends a blanket of shattered glass onto them. Ian isn’t attempting to be careful because Mavis is supporting him. He seems to know that by just moving around her luck will make him step away from the bombarding duo. Without Mavis noticing, Leon is standing and casting weaker spells than Ian. Morris easily paralyzes Leon, which gives Ian time to cast illegal spells that opens a glittering fissure in the room and that causes the giant man to bleed from his pores. Mavis feels her restraints burst from her wrists in flames. Ian is an amazing multitasker she notes. He is also at Leon’s side. Before Morris can summon another surge of strikes, Mavis tackles her. Ian takes the opportunity to toss Leon into the fissure. Mavis recognizes it as a portal now. She learned about illegal spells in school, and the portal takes the

Muffled sounds of shouts and bangs on furniture can be heard in the room at the end of the dimly lit hallway that is lined with bright photos of the same smiling family. A man swings open the door, turned back to a woman cowering away from him and shouted something that was clear in sound, but it didn’t sound like English in Harvey’s head. The man slammed the door, causing one of the frames to come loose from it’s perfectly hammered-in nail and crash on the clean wooden floor.

It all started back in April, My friend Chanel began to mess with someone she had no business messing with. From there she knew she shouldn't be messing with this dude once she started to find out more about him. It was all kept from another friend and I because she felt ashamed and embarrassed to tell us. What in your everlasting mind would think this is okay. We didn't end up finding out until about 3 months later.

“Piss it out like a fire rocket!” She screamed, while repeatedly slamming the bathroom door open and closed. I was 16 years old when I sat on that toilet. Eyes wide, full of bright ideas; like the one that led me to try out Marine Corps boot camp. The drill instructor in front of me showed no mercy, standing tall and proud, Sergeant Gidean had Marine Corps in her blood. As I sat there, pants around my knees, I thought I would never pee again. How could I ever amount to a person with such courage and tenacity? Often joking with myself that I had developed Stockholm Syndrome, I yearned to be like the woman who was screaming at me, and gain her approval in every way. For two weeks we lived in the same bug filled barracks together, marching side by side, pursuing some form of self-improvement. Okay, maybe that last part was just me. But we were both so different from one another, and yet I found resemblance between us. A resemblance that kept me calm, that said “she’s human too.” But the difference that kept me motivated to change and be a better person.

My husband ran into our small house in Sonora with this look of excitement that made me wonder what has given my husband such a big smile on his face. I ask him, “Joaquin what is it what is going on?” He told me in that giddy boyish voice that I loved so much, “There is GOLD up in Alta California.” I gave him a confused look thinking “What did that have to with us.” As my confused look stayed and the seconds passed he grabbed my hands and said, “This is our chance to leave Sonora and for me to finally be able to give you a bigger home if I am able to get my hands on some gold.” Still fathomed by the idea I tell him “but our family is here in Sonora.” He laughs and goes on to say that but our dreams can be in California and if anything our family will always be here. I sighed and he jumped knowing full well that I was going to cave and tell him yes. I could never resist when he was like this. My crazy husband had a dream and as his wife it was my job to support him. We packed up some food and water along with some clothes in our little suitcase. I wish I could say we set off with dreams filling our heads and hopes on the horizon, but we had some road blocks before we were able to leave. Eventually we left heading to find my brother-in-law in San Francisco. It being my first time in San Francisco but my husbands second so he began to be amazed in how it had changed from his first visit to San Francisco. He was excited to see what these Americans have transformed the society.

Bored and tired of doing a ton of chores was how my day began. It was a sunny day in Mexico, and the sun’s rays were making me melt. I decided to go for a ride on the bikes with my cousins. My grandmother was in charge of me and my uncle was our neighbor. My uncle Joaquin was like a second father to me so I knew he was going to let her daughter Alondra go out for a ride on the bikes. Alondra was my cousin; she was a funny looking 6 year old girl because she had about 5 ugly horse teeth. I was 8 years old with both of my front teeth missing. Moreover, we got on the bikes and my day started getting better until Kevin came. He was 16 years old and he was a jerk who loved to be in trouble. His presence bothered me and his teeth full of tartar would make me feel disgusted.

It was a loud stormy night, no one was able to sleep you were able to feel the thunder from your feet once it hit and could her the spike of electricity from the lightning. Thankfully Gracelynn’s mom had given her melatonin. She was sleeping through the whole storm, but then she heard a loud thump and woke up.

Emerald sobbed as she dashed through the woods, tears streaking down her face in salty waterfalls. Dragging the hilt of her hand along her face, she slowed. Emerald ignored the throbbing pain in her feet from sprinting along the brush barefoot. She continued on through the forest soon reaching a road where on the other side was a drop, and about 70 feet down, was a small river, where she hoped her life would end, where all her pain would stop and become a distant thing of her past.

I will be the best and only the best... I will crush my opponents. I will crush the competition. I will crush that ball. I am the Greatest of All Time. I am Josh Smith.

“No, but he seemed to just sit and stare at me for near on my entire shift. I was going to point him out to you but he just disappeared.” She said and suddenly started to get an uneasy feeling. “Ulyana, do you get the feeling we are being watched?”

The wind is soft but strong, my hair flowing behind me and also in my face, I don’t bother to pull it back because I forgot my hair tie at home. “I could stay here forever,” I say to myself. I am at my favorite place to be when I need time to myself. I found this place when I was thirteen and have been coming back since then. It is on the very top of the highest hill there is in the camp and there is a beautiful old tree that has been there forever, I climb to the top and just stare.

He hears her voice as he lays in the grass, the leaves fall, caressing the air and resting upon the earth’s green grass.

My story begins when I was in 3rd grade and I was home alone. And I was 7 or 8 years old I’m the youngest of my siblings. During my third grade year I was a troublemaker only at home, at school I was what you call one of the goody goods. Me and my brother Colin, who is 2 years older than but acts like a kindergartner, well that my opinion would get in trouble all the time at home.