A Short Story : A Story?

The gravel path crunches below my feet like broken glass. Maybe my childhood was not perfect at all. The morning fog starts rolling in, clouding my vision. The happy memories start fading away, I remember what it really was like. The screaming, shouting and the suffocating stench of cheap alcohol.

Sweat drips down my face as I pull the wire cutter closer and closer to the red wire and then BOOM. I fell of my bad to the dirty but soft rug scrambling to my feet I hear the buzzing of my alarm clock. I swear to myself as I hurry and put on my clothes, I scramble out my door to run to the bus. Feeling the cold asphalt beneath my feet i jump on the bus just in time, when i realize my shoes weren't on. Hear the laughter of everyone and I try to hide them but as I'm walking down the row the driver steps on the pedal so hard it flew me to the cold steel back seat I got knocked out. I wake up in the nurse's office I hear the tender voice saying “are you ok?” I get up to my feet and tell her I'm fine and I run to my class. Going from the office

At six a.m. I tumbled out of bed at the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I’m never ready for it when it happens. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and as I steadily got up to

I’m surprised and confused, I want to make things right with her desperately, but I’m not sure what I did wrong in the first place. The bell rings and she leaves the room faster than anyone else, leaving me behind to wonder what it is that I’ve done to make her this

Eventually she looked up from the phone and asked us why we were there, so we told her the whole

Get out now. Dial her number. Listen while it rings. Hear her voice. Say …

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I couldn’t sleep, I would get out of bed and wander around the house. On those nights I was more dead than ever—not even half-awake, half-conscious. Sometimes I would wander outside, and look at the

I stumble to the side, my back against the wall with nowhere to go. We’re in a giant round room with high ceilings. I don’t even see a door. There’s nowhere for me to go.

Slowly, I began to observe my surroundings, struggling to remember how I ended up here. My surroundings, gloomy and unpleasant engulfed me in darkness as rays of dim light emerged through the gaps between the old stone buildings that concealed me. I rose unsteadily to my feet

The sound of my alarm clock screaming woke me up, much to my demise. I released a groan and rolled over in my bed, laying on my back and staring up at the plain white ceiling. I blinked a couple of times as clearing some of the sleep in my eyes and trying to grab some energy to move.

Soon, the car doors both open and air as cold as the lights lining the

I walk to my bed and flop onto the sheets. My hair in my eyes, and Mt face in the cold pillow. Wow hard to breathe. I lift my head off the pillow, and turn it to look at the clock.

One day, in a small town, there was a girl named Jenny who lived with her mom and dad in a small house. Their family made average, but Jenny’s mother owned a business that isn’t doing so well. Their family was slowly losing money and was scared. She was doing her homework when her mom came in her room and said,”Hey, can you go to the store and collect some things for the house?” She got out her wallet and took out the only cash she had, five dollars.”This should be enough”.

It was one of those really really hot Fridays. One of those days that when you bring some cold ice-cream outside it would melt instantly right in your hand. You could walk around and become a red tomato as a consequence for not putting on sunscreen. It was one of these days that Logan was kicked out of his house.