Toony: A Short Story

There was a particular Friday in February the year I was in the third grade that had me out in the snow a little bit longer than I had intended. The bus ride home was prolonged due to all of the ice on the roads and I was pretty anxious to get inside where I knew there would be a set of warm pajamas waiting for me. When I finally reached my stop, unfortunately the last one on the route, I ran as fast as my snow boot clad feet could take me. However when I arrived at the front door of my home there didn't seem to be anyone there who wanted to let me in. I knocked and knocked but there was never an answer. Determined to get inside and somewhat in denial that this was happening to me, someone who just wanted to get to a nice mug of hot chocolate, I started my way to the back door.

After this my friend and I started our bike ride back to his house. We arrived and it was probably around seven o’clock at night. I was pretty tired and did not feel much like riding all the way home. My friend and I came up with the plan that I could just camp out across the street from his house and take the bus with him to school the next morning and then go home on my normal bus at the conclusion of school. We said our goodnights I made my way across the street behind some rocks and settled in for the night, there was a bar next door that had a volleyball game going on so I watched that till it was over and tried to go to sleep. I was not able to go to sleep because of how cold it became outside. I tried to make a blanket with the grass over my exposed parts of my legs but still continued to shiver. I am not sure what time it was when the police showed up at my friend’s house looking for me. The police talked to my friend and his parents and were pointed my location across the street. The police found me put my bike in the trunk of their car and drove me back

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

Nolanville ,Texas was where it all began. I was about fifteen or so my sisters and I were walking to the buss stop . The big brother Iam trying to make sure my sisters are safe. I told my sister to get off to the side of the road . It was early in the morning around six to seven am. The typical time for school to start around . I have a really big family to be exact I have five sisters and myself which is the only boy being the second oldest the buss stop was about about a mile or so not very far from my house on the corner of the street a black car sped through the street as I was on the right hand my sister sarah the middle child started to cross the road as I saw the saw went to go yell the car hits her projecting into the air the car was

Explanatory essay When I was 10 years old, I walked into a scary apartment with a cemetery in the back with me brother and his friends. The wind was blowing so hard like someone was giving me a sign not to go in but I did. When I went in the the apartment there was a sign that said “beware” in red colors. My brother and his friends when into a room with burnt doll heads.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

To everyone’s relief, Johnny did agree to give the NAMI group a try. To his surprise, and everyone’s relief, he loved going. Although the group met once a week, the DeSoto’s made sure Johnny would go each time. Slowly, John was learning that although he may be different, he wasn’t the only one with issues. He was also learning more and more about the outside world and how to cope not only with the people in it, but all the stimulation that he never remember experiencing before.

I was attacked by my little brothers. They had been waiting all day for me to get home, this was a daily routine they begged me to go out and play with them. We went out and played catch for a while and had races up and down the street. Then as usual I went up to my room after dinner and after I had cleaned up for the night, to watch film on the team we would be facing the next day. I watched film until late into the night, watching and rewatching play after play after play. I felt like I had watched a whole seasons worth of film until I looked at the clock, it was 1:30 Am. I turned off my Ipad and went to bed so I could get enough rest for the game

The town sent all my friends away for stealing the car, but not me. I got “criminal charges” but my father wouldn't let them sent me to an asylum. I honestly wish he would have let them because maybe the people there could have helped me and made me better. Since my father said no to the asylum, they put me in the courthouse basement. Oh man that place was horrible, it was covered in dirt and bugs were everywhere. The air was damp, it was hard for me to breath especially with the mold and the darkness didn't help much either. They only let me out of there because they told my dad that if he didn't take me back home and out of that basement that the mold and dampness would kill me. So my father brought me home and I haven't really come out of the house since, it's been many years. I get glimpses out of the windows and i've heard the children talking about how “my dad chained me to the bed” and that I only come out at night to look into people's windows. I've also heard them say things about how they think I would kill them. The house was bad luck and when someone passed my house they were either running or on the other side of the street. It's hard because everyone thinks so

It was almost 5 o’clock on a Friday. Mom and Eric had left to pick up his kids, Olivia and Conner. The usually about two hours to pick up the kids and come back since they live in Chicago. My sister, Hunter, was at work until 9:30, so I was home alone for a while. I went to let the my dogs outs. Jim’s dogs were in his backyard. There were two of them and I was frighten of them attacking someone, because they were huge and probably strong. Even though their was a fence serpating my yard and theirs, I still worried about them getting lose. As my dogs ran out into the grass, JIm’s dogs jumped up on the fence. They we so powerful that the fence bend, almost like it was about to snap. Their piercing barks filled the area with sound. I hurried the

It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.

I rolled down my window a few inches and told them I would not be exiting my vehicle. The taller man wanted to fight me and kept screaming curse words at me, and his shorter friend repeated everything he said. The men were angry because Austin, Micah, and the other cars were speeding down through their road. I kept trying to move my car forward, but the men cursed at me and told me not to move. Austin's truck was about a hundred yards in front of me and I saw that he was reversing, because he saw that we were stopped. Once Austin arrived, the ruffians left my car and told Austin that he should not be speeding down their road. They were worried that kids could be hurt by an accelerating car. The shorter man wanted to fight Austin, and the men threatened Austin by saying that they would shoot him if he ever came back down their road. After both guys finished talking to Austin, they came back to my car yelling profane words and insults at me. Once they finished, the guys started walking back to their trailer and we drove off. It was one of the most intense situations I have ever been in. My adrenaline was pumping and I was afraid for my life. The caravan of vehicles drove back to Austin’s house and we relayed our stories between each other. I then came to realize Lambert Road was not a planned trip, it was a directionless

It was a crisp, fall night, I was walking, I heard their footsteps after mine... they were following I was relieved, I looked back at them..... my Tribe, the cats were all there

So, we were at the Bloomsdale K.C. Hall. We were trying to get teams for a game of Ghost in the Graveyard. It was a chilly night so not many children wanted to play. We got together three teams of two. We started playing, two kids Tommy and Jason were “it” first. We were only playing three rounds. First, Raymond and I hid in an empty dumpster (worst spot ever). They found Justin and Cody first. When they yelled

Approaching the school I heard a familiar voice behind me. Suddenly I felt a kick on my back . My entire body flew forward and I fell face first into the snow and my chin hit the pavement. People started kicking my hips and someone pulled off my boots. Someone else grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me forward till I was standing upright. I turned around to see who it was, as I turned I felt my hair being pulled and a punch right in my stomach. There were multiple pairs of hands tugging on my coat. I couldn’t let them take it. This is the third time so far this year someone has stolen my boots and coat. I tried kicking them from behind, but I ended up slipping and hit my chin on the pavement once again, just harder. I couldn't move, the pain was unreal. My coat was pulled of my arms. As I was lying on the the ice I could hear running and giggle footsteps behind me.