Short Story : ' The Phone Call '

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

Through the angle in the screen door I saw my father who had been walking into his room wheel around on one of his rubber-booted heels and look at her with his blue eyes flashing like clearest ice beneath the snow that was his hair. His usually ruddy face was drawn and grey, reflecting the exhaustion of a man of sixty-five who had been working in those rubber boots for eleven hours on an August day, and for a fleeting moment I wondered what I would do if he killed my mother while I stood there in the porch with those three foolish mackerel in my hand. Then he turned and went into his room and the radio blared forth the next day’s weather forecast and I retreated under the noise and returned again,

hours, bye.” Ring-ring-ring, Aliah calls Nicole. “ Hi Nicole”, “ Hey”, “ so do you want to meet up at Central Park?” Aliah asks. “ Sure, why not.” Nicole accepts to meet. 30 minutes later, Nicole and Aliah will now meet at central park to have a conversation. “ Hey Nicole”, Aliah hugs Nicole. “ So, i wanted to talk to you about something and I know you might not like it.” Aliah says. “ What?” Nicole question. “ My mom told me that tomorrow, i am moving to Houston Texas for my father’s business.” She tells her sadly. “ Nooooo, why? Please stay, please.” “ I’m sorry, but we can still call facetime and text” Aliah replies. “ But still, i won’t be seeing in real life, though.” Nicole cries. Ring-ring-ring. “ I have to go, my mom is calling me,

It was a mysterious, windy, dark night. Annabel, a short young girl with jet black hair, eyelashes that reached the sky and eyes like a puppy dog, had just awoken on the floor of a cold dark forest. As she took in her surroundings and wondered how she had got there, a sudden pain appeared in her head and she had a brief flashback of painful memories of the car crash that she and her parents had just been involved in, a horrific accident; she lay there as tears slowly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her soft, pale cheeks. The thought of her deceased parents sent a shiver up her spine; she couldn’t believe they were gone.

It was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.

Caylee stepped off the bus and ran to her house. She ran through her gate, past 7 of her family’s cars in her driveway, and finally reached the giant doors of her huge house. Being a 13 year old, Caylee wanted to get a snack and watch T.V. that day. But, when she walked through the doors Caylee heard a yell, “CAYLEE, COME TO THE KITCHEN!” Although her mom yelled so loud, she could barely hear her. As her backpack weighed down her shoulders, Caylee trudged to the kitchen.

The rink was cold as expected. Not only was it winter in Maine, but they were in a building with a huge ice rink in the center. John and Rosemary were right up next to the glass watching the game with Beau right behind them. A short while into the game, the puck was slapped and came ricocheting across the glass right in front of Rosemary and John. John didn’t move an inch being used to watching his brother play where as Rosemary screamed and flinched away. Beau put his hands on her quivering shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” Something was telling him to just wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tight. Rosemary looked up and saw Beau staring back at

“yeah, yeah,’ smiled Abby. Abby was on her way. She was running a little late but it was okay Caleb would not care. Abby hopped into her black Mustang and headed for Caleb’s house. It was very stormy and hard to see much of the road. Abby drove very carefully. Caleb didn’t live more than fifteen miles away but to get to his house Abby still had to drive on the highway. After about fifteen minutes Marcus headed out in his mom’s car since Abby took the Mustang. The storm was getting worse now he then got a text. It was from Caleb and it said, “Are you guys coming?’ that scared Marcus. Abby should have almost been there. Marcus kept driving and was hoping Abby would make it. He looked down as he got another message but couldn’t open it until he passed the canyon. He drove past the canyon then looked at the text and it was from Caleb again. The text read, “Are you guys okay?’. This time Marcus replied, “Yes, Abby should be there any minute I will be there a little later.” It probably wasn’t the smartest idea for Marcus to be texting but he couldn’t help it he was way worried. Marcus was now driving really fast trying to get to Caleb’s. He would be able to see Abby along the road if she needed help or something. He drove and drove and couldn’t find her. Finally, he got to Caleb’s house. Abby still was not there. Marcus was freaking out. Caleb called him down. Then Marcus’ phone started ringing. “Hello” said Marcus. Caleb could hear Mrs.

Becca weaved around the drunken crowd standing idly in the middle of the sidewalk and caught up with her family. The nightlife soundtrack of laughter and sirens had been slightly lowered with the rain this evening and the street lights were dimmer than usual. Becca enjoyed the new atmosphere and shared her giddiness by marching through every puddle that dared come in her path. Life was good, but she missed her home, and this city was a constant reminder of how much unlike it was to where she grew up. Stars and open sky and trees were home; there were no stars in this place. In midst of her splashing, a rumbling interrupted and stopped her; its source being the pit of her tiny belly. Her parents turned to her and laughed.

It was a beautiful, full moon. The sort of moon that shines down rays of light illuminating the darkened streets. Not a breath of wind stirred in the darkness. The night was warm but the girl felt chilled to the bone. She hurried along; bare feet padding silently through the dark alleyways, hoping her parents wouldn’t catch her out this late. She knew she shouldn’t stay at Max’s house too late but he somehow always talked her into it. She speed walked through the narrow streets, feeling like the old Victorian houses were looking down at her with accusing glares. Yes she thought I am almost there! As she rounded the last corner and saw her house, standing silently along with the others. No lights were on and she couldn’t see ay movement

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

Autumn Burrow  lived with her mother and father in an old wood cabin 15 minutes outside of the nearest town. They lived a casual life where her mother and father loved her dearly and they both worked average jobs at the family owned restaurant. Autumn is a popular girl with a few close friends but she talks to everyone. With high school starting in less than a year her parents have allowed her to stay home alone during their annual trip to Maine. Bubbling with excitement, Autumn planned to have a week full of movies, loud music, plenty of pizza, and her closest friends. On the morning of her parents flight, she woke up itching to jump out of bed, her stomach turned unable to control herself she squealed as she ran down stairs.  Her father prepared

At the end of the day, students rushed to the classroom’s door to head home for the weekends; while Hannah was still flabbergasted by what happened earlier. Hannah walked out of the school’s gate and started to head for her mom’s red car.