Short Story

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

He takes a few steps through the doors and enters a foyer, walking through he notices how high the ceilings are... Cathedrals come to mind... His eyes wanders

Finally, he arrived. As soon as he entered the building, he saw the “Out of Order” sign on the elevator. He raced up the stairs and made it into the room just in time.

“Close the door, please,” Bobby requested and Ben complied. Josh took a chair from in front of his desk for Ben to sit. “Ben, you still haven’t talked to

Back at his desk, Cander shuffles through photos in an open folder. He stops on one and squints his eyes at an “A” tattoo on one of the victim’s wrists. After a brief moment, he shuffles through the rest and drops them onto his desk. He leans back in his chair and scratches the top of his forehead. His cell phone rings.

It wasn’t until he was almost past the bus stop that he realized that he had left his backpack by his laptop in his room. By the time he had managed to run back to the house and run back out, he could see the bus almost at the stop. His pits were already sweating enough after that bit of exercise and he didn’t feel like seeing how much sweatier they’d get if he walked to school, so it was social humiliation after all for him this morning. As he glanced at the other people at the bus stop, he noticed how much taller and visibly older than them he looked. He could feel his face getting redder again, to his horror. As the bus arrived and opened its doors, he used his long limbs to almost manhandle the freshmen out-of-the-way. At the sight of the first empty seat, he sat down with an already exhausted sigh. He put his backpack at the window seat in case anyone tried to sit with him. As an extra precaution, he slipped his earbuds in and played Michael’s half of their monthly playlist as loud as he could stand.

Faint music played into the ears of the teen from a pair of dangling earphones as he made his way to the fridge and pulled a pack of bacon from it's contents, placing it onto the island counter with a slap. Thin fingers plucked at the wrapper until eventually peeling it open and retrieving a slice from the rest only to waft it beneath his nose. Jackie stood leaning onto the counter with his elbows as he nibbled at the raw meat. The sound of movement coming from the rather large apartment's hall signaled his mother, and her boyfriend, Mark, finally waking up and scurrying to get ready for the morning task of dropping him off. Their tardiness was no surprise to him, but it gave him time earlier this morning to finish packing and get ready without

Josh woke up to his mom calling him down for breakfast. It was Thursday , which meant he had school, which meant he had to face Woodfork.“Honey,” his mom called, “the bus leaves in five minutes.” Josh threw on some clothes, ran downstairs, ate some breakfast, and ran outside to the bus stop.

Luther arrived at home after an exhausting day at school. Always being pushed around and walked over, it's very tiring. He walked past the gray livingroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen. He slowly leaned forward for a soda and drank rapidly. Tomorrow will be better he thought. On his way outside to hang out with his friend. His mom yelled from the living room “make sure you do your homework.”

The long day had eventually met its end and all of the school paperwork had been shoved back into Sam’s backpack for the start of school next week. Sam thanked his dad for all of his help, pausing to see if he could ask for more. The father patted his son’s back and headed to the exit of the bedroom. Sam spoke out before he could leave.

Marinette slammed her cup plastic cup back onto the table, waiting for Alix (who seemed to gladly accept the position of bartender) to pour her another drink, the pinked-haired girl obliged seeming in awe at how fast Marinette had downed that first cup. Quite frankly, Marinette was surprised herself, she’d never been much of a drinker save for those night’s when she and Alya switched out ice cream for some wine Alya managed to sneak out of her house. Either way, she braved through the bitter taste of vodka, enjoying the warm feeling building in her stomach, at least now she could blame her flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

The husband slowly puts the phone away. And than hugs his wife, both of them sobbing. As they stayed there in silence they both have a tear in their life that they could not repair. As they stay there the husband can’t handle the thought that his son will be killed in at least 48 hours by the people he works for.

“All of them fought to get that room. It was a privacy issue I guess; well Oliver won,” Mr. Ackroyd told him. “He’s the quietest one, often has times that he prefers being alone. He’s very social otherwise. They all have loads of friends.” He decided that Neil could go up there another time. Oliver would take him.

I walk up to the house after a heated chase with my sister and step through the doorway, the floorboards creak under my feet as I walk, I step on one and suddenly I go straight through! Hazel runs over and grabs my arm before I fall through completely, she pulls while I try to get my footing. Finally, I get my leg up and pull myself out of the hole

His boots echoed throughout the halls, rushing past scribes and servitors without a word nor pausing to stop to one of the Guardians and salute him. He had to reach his destination with no distractions or detours. He climbed the stairwell at the end of the hall, taking the steps two at a time. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he slowed his pace down to a fast walk, his face devoid of all signs of emotion. Pushing open the large double mahogany doors and approached the desk and the figure that set behind it. He then instantly went down to one knee, bowing his head before speaking.