"-And on Monday there will be a new student in this class. They'll be in both my Language Arts and math classes, period 2 and 3." My teacher, Mrs. Evans told us.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" One of my classmates, Emma asked.
"It's a boy. All I know is he's in the class."
We had just finished a movie on Hitler and were now talking about cliques, which, oddly enough our school didn't really have. Before we left for our next classes, Mrs. Evans told us about the new student.
"What's his name? Is he hot?" Ava gasped and covered her mouth. The class laughed. I laughed with them and didn't say anything. I was just wondering about the new kid. Was he like me, not really popular but not really an out-cast? Was he hot? Did he like some of the things I do?
"I don't know anything. All I know is that he's in this class and he's a boy. Alright, it's time to go."
Friday, March 5, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
number 1 part 1
Oh no, I thought. This can't be happening. I saw the man in front of me, a couple feet away, with bloodlust in his eyes.. We were standing in an ally, me, panting, with no way out but the way I came, him with his hand in his jacket pocket. He was advancing towards me, pulling a gun from his pocket.
I only faintly remember what had just happened. I had walked by him a block back down the street. He'd stopped in front of me, pulled me closer to him. He had said something about going back to his place. An internal instinct had made me bring my knee up and he'd doubled over. I'd started running, only to turn into this dead end.
He was bringing the gun up, holding it at arms length. It felt like it was going in slow motion. I knew he wasn't going to think for one second if I said anything. I knew I was going to die, right then and there. I closed my eyes and prayed that, even though I was gone, my family and friends wouldn't forget me.
I waited a moment for the loud bang and then the pain was instant. It threw me against the wall and I crumpled to the ground. The man had a good aim. I knew death was coming. Goodbye Mom and Dad. Good bye Sara, Emily. Thank you for all for being there for me. I love you.
I took my last gasp of a breath and slowly...drifted...away.
....(to be continued)
I only faintly remember what had just happened. I had walked by him a block back down the street. He'd stopped in front of me, pulled me closer to him. He had said something about going back to his place. An internal instinct had made me bring my knee up and he'd doubled over. I'd started running, only to turn into this dead end.
He was bringing the gun up, holding it at arms length. It felt like it was going in slow motion. I knew he wasn't going to think for one second if I said anything. I knew I was going to die, right then and there. I closed my eyes and prayed that, even though I was gone, my family and friends wouldn't forget me.
I waited a moment for the loud bang and then the pain was instant. It threw me against the wall and I crumpled to the ground. The man had a good aim. I knew death was coming. Goodbye Mom and Dad. Good bye Sara, Emily. Thank you for all for being there for me. I love you.
I took my last gasp of a breath and slowly...drifted...away.
....(to be continued)
My Writing
I love writing stories (cause I want to be an author when I'm older) and I figured I should come out of my shell and let people read them or else I'll never get the courage to show them to editors. I've made this blog specifically for my stories. I want everyone to give feedback on them and ideas for where you think the stories should go. Thanks to everyone that does comment and no thanks to people who don't. And tell me if you want more of the same story or a different one cause I have quite a few stories already started and I want them all reviewed.
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