A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

“Professor Michaelis…how dare you fill their heads with these unpure notions. It was not your place to tell them about this.” I interrupted.

I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend Greta! I was excited to see her, but something wasn't right. She looked absolutely terrified. I had wondered what had happened ,but before I could ask she said,"Heidi, I went home after dinner--my family Heidi!” She was crying hysterically. I replied, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She said,”It can’t wait till tomorrow!” She had finally told me what had happened her family was taken. I din’t know what to think. I told her that I might be able to help, however I don’t really know. I went to my bed. I couldn’t sleep almost whole night. Greta’s words thundered in my mind. I wanted to help her, but I din’t want to hurt my family. I knew that if I helped her that my family could get hurt. We could all get hurt.

The days before were a blur. Grief filled the air around us. The one room everyone wanted to be in, sitting next to her, supporting her, waiting for her last breath.

I was at New York, Brooklyn to be exact I was there to visit my families like my cousins my grandparents my aunts and my uncles. I was sleeping at my cousin's apartment I was cramped on the top bunk with my cousin Nadine she's the same age as me. Nadine and I were 10. finally, I woke up and so did Nadine we climb the ladder down to the living room which is right next to the bedrooms we slump on the couch and turn the tv on.

“Fine, thank you. Have you found anything new about who murdered my mother?” Marlene asked.

It was a lazy day for Mary and I when I asked the question ,“What is on these papers?”. “Nothing that matters just leave them alone.” She replies. She goes to her closet to look for a movie. I go for the papers to see what they say. I reach for them and I am about to start reading them when she spots me opening them up. “Meaghan stop!” she yells.

Click. Click. The sound of a car door locking outside. Malaya ran to the window. A police car parked out front. She grabbed her book The Fault in our Stars and pretended to read, with the words popping out like a jack and the box. Oh no. Please not again!

The whole family had come to town. They all had met at the hospital to go see her. Everyone raced to the ICU to see with their own eyes the condition she was in. Tommy, her husband, warned everyone,

Rose rolled her eyes and mumbled, “ Well I was taking a nap and it’s been a crazy day.”

Jerry came home from work later than usual that Friday night. He didn’t say hello when he found me in our bedroom, but thrust the glittery pink bag at my chest and waited with half of a grin.

This is a story about a girl named Kelly her parents just died in a car accident. She was only in 9th grade her first year of high school when they died. For their funeral her Aunt Michelle came from California. She was so upset. But her aunt is taking her to move to California with her. So then she has been there for one month.

“Momma?” Sylvia asked when she suddenly felt her mother let go of her hand. “Momma, where did you go?”

The ring of a screeching alarm clock awoke Peyton from slumber as she questioned where she was. She then remembered that Bree had stayed the night and apparently, hadn't been phased by the intolerable clock. Peyton pulled of her covers exhausted from a night of pizza, movies, and Uno. She woke Bree up and they trudged down the stairs out of complete starvation to the refrigerator. She pulled out the orange juice and made two glasses, she also put some toast in the toaster. Her mom came down the stairs with her hair in a tight bun and a pleasant smile on her face. As far as Peyton was concerned this was just a normal day, but what she didn't know was that this day would be far from normal.

The room was painted a dazzling navy blue sky, with shady hills and stars twinkling above the light house. Just looking at it made Julia yawn, apart from her busy day at work. “Have a good day,” Dr. Julia whispered tiredly to her last patient as they left the vaccine room. Dragging her feet, she slowly gathered her belongings and put them in a bag(4). As Julia strolled to the far back of the room to switch off the lights something shiny caught her eye. She reached to the patient bed, and picked up the glossy object. It was a gold coated ring with a shiny clear stone that glistened in the bright white light.

Around 6 six o’clock on a Friday night my dad bought us 4 tickets for a Chicago Bears against the Seattle Seahawks on October 17. When he told us our eyes lit up . The next day on Saturday we made our way to Chicago to go see our Auntie and stay there before the game on Sunday , when we got there my Aunt screamed :