Short Story

John was quiet for the rest of the night he knew that every time he would try to talk we would just shut him up by calling him dumb. We walked in the door, to see that everyone was leaving. I knew that I was probably going to embarrass myself. Daniel, Emmanuel and John said good byes to Daniel’s relatives. I was making a huge effort to not make eye contact with anyone else by pretending to be interested with a commercial on the T.V. Unexpectedly I was tapped on the shoulder by Daniel's Aunt.

“Hey, mom. That girl looks just like me. Except, she has a doctor as a mother,” Peggy quietly told her mother. “Wait. Didn’t you tell me that I have a twin sister, and she’s identical to me? Mom! That’s Jeggy! Mom! Mom! Mom! It’s Jeggy!” Peggy whispered in excitement.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

“Yeah,” says Betty Brant, who rings the buzzer, “only two people could possibly waver MJ with a pout like that anyway, Kim Possible and the future Mr. Jones over there,” she says, jerking her thumb towards Peter, who flushes instantly as he glares at Betty. MJ makes no comment, but Ned swears he sees her cheeks become one shade of red darker as the rest of the students giggle.

At applebee's Jo ordered ribs, fries, and strawberry lemonade. Destinee ordered some chicken pasta with a soda.After they ate dinner they went to get ice cream.Jo complained about her ice cream being nasty so she threw it away. J took destinee home so she could get ready for the party. After they got dressed they headed to Dalilah’s house. When they arrived her mom kept asking a thousand questions and the girls lied about where they were going well dalilah and destinee did because jo is a terrible liar.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

Julie thought it would be funny to feign ignorance and pretend she wasn't herself. "Julie?" She put on an inquisitive face. "I'm not Julie," she laughed in her head about how funny this would be to tell Raymond later.

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

Mh'ale wasn't like the other stars. He was dark, cold, with no light of own to brighten his way through life. The others, so beautiful and radiant and brimming with energy, had no love for the freakish thing that inhabited the Nothing with them. Mh'ale envied and despised them in equal measure, and would weep and wail miserably when they taunted him, the tears puddling and pooling all around. The stars paid no heed to his misery; they were too perfect to cry, and didn't understand why the ugly little star was drowning himself. He only ever felt happy when he was bathed in light, but no matter how hard he begged, the stars refused to share the gifts that came to them so naturally. They teased and taunted him, allowing slight flickers

"William watched Abigail for a moment, noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

Marie was laughing at something her friend Nicol said. When their headmistress mentioned her, she just nodded holding back laughter.

- I thought you weren't coming today. - I'd rather be here than at Tau's place. - What? Is the honeymoon over already? - No.