Short Story

What are they doing?” I think to myself again. Two of the ghastly people I noticed while we turned onto this street are walking toward Ben’s car. I lock my doors and continue to panic. I can hear guys yelling at Ben, threatening him. The longer we sit here and the louder the men at Ben’s window become, the more obvious it becomes they are not sober. This fact sends me into an even deeper level of stress. At this point it becomes abundantly apparent that my car is a rag top convertible. “One of these guys could easily come cut my roof open and get me,” I think to myself as my stress and fear completely take over my thoughts. I can barely breathe at this point. I still cannot figure out why Ben is still sitting here, and why he does not just drive away. They are telling him to get out of the car now. I knew had a bad feeling about this little

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. I listened to the door open. I heard some people step onto the wooden floor. My breathing grew heavy and loud. They stopped in their tracks, right above the hatch.

"Later." he replied putting his headphones back on, resuming whatever he was doing. You walked back down the hallway and gave Stacy another thank you and goodbye.

Dean hesitated. There was a moment of silence. Then he sheepishly said, "I saw it in the movies."

I walked away to get some distance then turned around. “Listen, your wife and child are going to die if someone doesn’t help

I was standing outside the front of the school on the lawn. Rahkeen came out of school panting and gasping for air. I was wondering why he was running. He saw me, then he came up to me, and rested his arm on my shoulder. “Rakeen, why do you look like you're running from the mafia?” I said. “These girls were bout to jump me bro” Rahkeen said. “ Stop being a puusy. How were those girls gonna jump you? You don’t know how to defend yourself”. “It's literally eight girls trying to beat me up”. “Rahkeen stop being a bitch. Those girls aren’t gonna hurt you”.

I gulp in a huge nervous lump and shakily opened the door. My mouth was going dry, I look around and I didn't see anything. I was probably being paranoid, I mean can't blame me my car just got shack.

I cleared my throat to be able to speak loud enough for me to hear. "What are you doing?"

I come over to the car and I shut the alarm off. I put all of the groceries in the trunk and started to drive away wondering why in the heck my alarm was going off.

“Here, put this on,” Dean said next handing me a black sweatshirt and ski mask.

I let out a deep sigh, walking back to my house. But then a voice stopped

I found an exit, the adrenaline coming back in. I ran to the door, gasping for air.

We have to leave and go back to our dangerous lives in a new town." Dean said cockily as he walked out of the school building with you. There, you saw your parents sitting in the car, a red '67 Camaro. It had been decided that this would be your car one day. You weren't surprised that you were right but the other car did surprise you. A black ‘67 or ‘68, you couldn't tell, impala. Dean looked just as shocked as you did. “We leaving Dad?” He bounced back from his shock quickly as he stomped over to the black car. You tried to listen to whatever they were talking about but couldn't as your parents called you

I wake up to hammering going on in different parts of the house. Slowly opening my eyes I turn my head to the window to see if the sun is up at least. My curtains are closed shut complately letting in no form of light.

“My lord does not wish to speak to any of you at the moment. Do you not see that this is a time of privacy?” Zeriya reprimand them as he guards Akira, the look on his face grows more and more menacing as he stared at the reporters and journalists. (-- removed HTML --)