Write a story that takes place during the course of a single weekend. It should start from the moment the bell rings on Friday at 2:36, and finish sometime on Sunday night. You can take this in any direction you'd like.
Your story should be 700 words or more. It is due at the end of class on Friday.
The bell rang and I was ready to leave the school. I had too much school for a whole week and I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I had no homework! This may be the first time in the whole school year. I walked home and sat on the couch ready to relax on this weekend. I turned on the television ready to have the best relaxing weekend of my life. The phone began to ring and I got up and answered the phone.
ReplyDelete“Hello?” I questioned.
“Hey this is Jane. You forgot that you are on babysitting duty.” She said.
I told her that I was on my way to the place. I got there and I was told that Jared my partner in babysitting had called in sick and I was going to be alone. They had about sixteen kids that I had to take care of. I went into the room where the kids where the kids were scattered everywhere. They each had their own little toy and nobody was fighting. What did I have to worry about? I took out my phone and put my feet up I had nothing to worry about. Then all of a sudden I hear a kid cry. I walked over to the little boy.
“What’s wrong?” I questioned.
The little boy tried and tried to talk but the words didn’t come out correctly. I took a deep breath and put my phone in my back pocket. I held my arms out for I could hold him. He came into my arms and began to hug me. I picked him up and walked around the room to hush his crying and for he could calm down a little bit. After five minutes of walking back and forth the little boy was calm.
“Now do you want to tell me what happened?” I questioned.
“My toy fell on my foot.” The little boy whimpered.
I put him down and told him to continue to play. It was time for snack. I walked over to the closet and took out a bag of goldfish. I put a little goldfish into a cup and with another cup poured a little bit of apple juice. I gave it to each kid and little by little they each were getting full. Wow this is much easier without Jared. I’m also getting paid more too. I’m quite happy than Jared called out sick now. I’m now going to put on a Disney movie and give them each their little blanket for they can just fall asleep. This is going to be easy. I’m happy that today they aren’t crazy. They fell asleep and the parents came one by one picking up their children. Soon I was stuck with one child and it was going to ten o’clock. The shift had ended but I needed this parent to come. I called the parents and they didn’t answer. It was going to midnight and the parents still haven’t arrived.
“Hey, Jane? Okay, so this little boy his parents haven’t arrived yet and it’s almost midnight. I don’t know what to do I’m tired and he is too. He is about three. His name? …..It’s uh, oh! It’s Nicholas….Nick…..his parents said that they were leaving for the weekend? I have to take care of him? Oh god…..okay are Jared and I going to exchange this kid? No? He is still sick? Alright I see. Okay so they will be here Sunday night. Alright I will take care of him. Awesome! I’m so happy that I get paid more. Alright thanks Jane. You are awesome. Sorry that I am disturbing you this early in the morning.” I said.
We went home and Nick slept on my bed while I fell asleep in the floor. When we woke up I brought Nick to the kitchen and gave him a bowl of cereal. We are going to spend the day watching movies. We went over to the living room to watch Disney movies. Unfortunately, Nick was with a little of a fever and decided to spend half an hour in the bathroom. I gave him soup and orange juice and we sat down and watched movies. We watched “Lion king”, “The Little Mermaid”, “The Princess and the Frog”, and many others. It was about eight o’clock at night and Nick was out for the night. I picked him up and brought him over to my room. I kissed him and made my bed on the floor.
Well that night was not the best. Nick continued had to get up to use the bathroom. I don’t mind but I felt bad for Nick continued to cry for his mom. I had to take on the role of his mother and carried him while patted his back. Around three o’clock he told me that he felt better but he was tired. We went to sleep and woke up around ten.
Delete“Thanks. I love you.” He told me while trying to hug me.
I wrapped him up in my arms and picked him up. I got him changed thankfully his family packed him clothes for the weekend. We went to the park since he was feeling much better. I played tag with him until he got some new friends. I sat down and talked on the phone. Before I knew it Nick walked over to me.
“Why did you stop playing with me?” he questioned me.
“You got some new friends and I thought that you would rather play with them than play with me.” I told him.
“Well then I’ll sit right next to you and do whatever you are doing.” He commented.
He got up the bench and sat right by my side. I giggled and hugged him while I looked that his friends were waiting for him. I smiled and picked him up and put him down for he could go and play with his other friends. It was around seven and I knew that it was time to leave. We went back home and I collected his thing because I knew that my time with his was going to end. I went back to the babysitting place and we went in. Nick quickly went to the toys and began to play with them. Within about thirty minutes of taking care of him, I heard a bell. It was his parents. We walked over to tell Nick that his parents were here for him.
“Nick your parents are here to pick you up.” I told him.
He looked up and screamed and ran over to his parents. They hugged him and filled him with kisses.
“Mommy I missed you.” Nick commented.
“Oh I missed you too.” She told him.
They all gathered their belongings and were ready to walk out the door. I began to clean up and looked up and saw that they left. I was already missing Nick even though I knew that I would not be with him that long. I continued and felt someone pock me. I looked up and saw that Nick was in front of me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I held onto his back.
“I love you and I will miss you.” He told me.
“I love you too but we will see each other in a midst on one week.” I told him.
He wrapped his arms around my neck even tighter and I felt a tear come down onto my shoulder. I pulled him back and wiped his face. He smiled at me and I smiled at him back. I went back to cleaning and he left me alone. I went home and finished up my homework. I went to sleep for I was tired. This was a nice weekend.
A beautiful story. It really captures the bond between the two characters. Just go back in and look for errors in sentence structure. Let me know if you need help.
DeleteThe bell rang.
ReplyDelete“Thank god,” I sighed, pushing myself out of my desk. I flung my bag carelessly onto my shoulder. I couldn’t wait to get out of this school.
There was nothing in life that I dreaded more than school. Something about school just seemed to suck the life out of me. It ruined my day. It ruined everything. Except for today, because today was Friday, the second best day of the week (the first being Saturday). Nothing was going to get in the way of this being the best weekend ever.
Until I was kidnapped.
All I remember was walking to my car, and out of nowhere a white van with no windows came to a screeching stop in front of me. Before I could even comprehend what was going on the back doors of the van were closing with me inside it.
“What’s going on!” I screamed, but as I yelled the van took a sharp turn and I crashed into its side.
I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I began to sob violently into my jeans. It was hard to believe this was all really happening.
After what felt like hours the van came to a halt, but the doors never opened. After a while I tried opening the doors but they were locked. “Hello!” I shouted, but no one answered.
I curled up in a ball in the corner of the van and waited for what would happen next.
What like another few hours later, one of the doors cracked open and a dim beam of light shone through. It seemed to be twilight outside.
All I saw of the person who opened the door was a hand. The hand pushed in a bowl. “Eat,” was all that the voice said.
I was afraid at first, but eventually my curiosity got the better of me. I had to know what was in the bowl. After all, I was pretty hungry.
I sat the bowl in my lap. I was afraid to taste it. There was no light inside the van and I was scared of what might be in the bowl. I brought the bowl up to my face and took a deep breath in. I couldn’t deny that it smelled pretty good.
My stomach growled hungrily.
I couldn’t help myself, I had to find out what was in the bowl, and I desperately needed to eat.
This is cool. Where is the rest? Don't waste your gift!
DeleteRinggggg! The bell had just rung, and I was so ready to leave school. That weekend was supposed to be the best weekend I ever experienced so far in my life. I ran down the steps and met up with my sister; she was excited too. We walked as fast as possible to our house and on the way there my mom passes us by in her car. She noticed she just missed us, so she turned and picked us up. When we got home, we cleaned up the whole place. We are not allowed to leave our house unless we thoroughly clean it. As we were cleaning, my brother starts yelling our name and it turned out that my dog, Nena puked all over his bed. That was what I last needed. I went to his room and cleaned up the mess. I had to drive to the laundry just to wash his bed covers. How unlucky I was; that would only occur to me. I was at the laundry and that place was packed. That’s why laundry is faster done during week days. I actually like doing laundry at public places; I always encounter with someone I haven’t seen in forever but that day, I was angry. It’s during moments like those I wish I had a washing and drying machine in my basement. I waited for what felt like an eternity to finally have a washing machine available. I did my thing and sped through it only because I did not want my ride to leave me. I was phoneless (still am), so there was no way of warning me of when the church van was going to pick us up. I finally was done and drove back home, just to see my mother running around the house looking for something. I did not even want to ask what was wrong. It seemed like everything that went on that evening was against me having fun.
ReplyDeleteGet rid of the "with" between "encounter" and "someone"
DeleteGood so far...
My dog ran outside the house to who knows where. Our ride had already come…my sister left to be on her way to the D’Clairo concert. I had to stay. I was so upset and on top of that my dog was lost. I put on my sweater and shoes and walked around town calling my dog in hopes that she would come running to me. I was walking across the bridge and looked at my reflection in the water below. That is not what I wanted to see that night. I wanted to see my favorite singer singing my favorite song. I wanted to see the drummer pour his feelings out on the drum set and the bass and guitar players glide their fingers throughout their instrument. I started to cry. I yelled one more time, “NENA!” There she was. Nena came right to me, and I’m still not sure where she was but I was overwhelmed with happiness. I hugged her tightly and ran back home. My parents and little brother were so excited. I washed her up and when I went to my room, it hit me. My weekend had been ruined.
ReplyDeleteI just got ready for bed and tried not to think about all the fun I was missing out on, so I put on my headphones, listened to sad songs and cried myself to sleep. The next time I opened my eyes, it was already one o’clock in the afternoon. Great, I had just wasted my whole entire day. That Saturday I had a date with my boyfriend planned out…I had to be ready by three. We had planned to go watch a movie but it had to be without my parents knowing. My parents never let me do anything. I took a good hour and a half getting ready for my movie date with my boyfriend. I was waiting for the time to come to take the bus to where he was but then all of a sudden my boyfriend texted me and did the worst thing he could have possibly done. He cancelled our date. I was furious and extremely upset. It takes forever to plan things out with him but I guess I had to be comprehensive. He had to head to Virginia that night because it was his brother’s birthday yesterday, Sunday. He totally forgot and I have to admit that I did too. I spent my whole Saturday night wishing I was anywhere else but home, and talking to my boyfriend because he had to survive such a “long and lonely drive”. By the time I went to sleep I already lost any bit of hope I had for my weekend.
Earlier today, I got all dressed up for church Sunday morning and sang, learned, and sat through a four hour church service. I just got back home from eating dinner with my whole entire family like I do every Sunday. I’m currently finishing the homework I was assigned Friday. I was so excited for my non-existent amazing weekend that I forgot all about McCarthy’s reading assignment and Orsucci’s economics homework. I’m thinking I should go to sleep early tonight just because I feel miserable and I’m still upset about getting my hopes up for no reason. Never again.
comma between "dog" and "in THE hope"
Deletecomma between "movie" and "but"
comma between "out with him" and "but"
Sad, but true.
Delete“I’ve even given you a sword to fight me with! I apologize on the behalf of whoever destroyed your weapon, I truly do, but that’s no excuse to turn down a challenge from a commander, no? Come on, at least let me tell the tale of the foolish knight that threw his life away and secured the victory for the Legion!”
ReplyDelete“Die, devil!”
The knight let out a battle cry that could shake the sturdiest of foes, grabbing the long sword off of the ground and charging at BlackStone at full speed. He sidestepped him, but the knight saw it coming and cleaved to his left. The piercing sound of Vice clashing against another sword shook the leaves from the trees surrounding the two men. The knight was a puny David, giving it his all against the Goliath that was BlackStone. He flicked his wrist and sent the knight tumbling backwards, struggling to keep his balance. BlackStone didn’t charge back, however. He simply took Vice in both hands and readied himself, an amused grin spreading over his face.
“Take another pass, lad, I’ve got all day!”
The knight yelled once more and charged again, this time spinning to his right. He was stopped mid spin with his back to BlackStone. The knight coughed up the foul red fluid all over himself, peering down to see the translucent, red-tinted blade piercing through his chest cavity. His vision began to escape him, but before he faded, the blade was yanked up, splitting him in half from the waist up.
BlackStone sheathed Vice and began walking back through the forest, his voice carried by the stormy winds; “The fall of the Syndicate has begun.”
Excellent. Very descriptive. Vivid
DeleteOne afternoon on a dull Friday at around 2:30, I awaited the bell. After it rang I began to walk home trying to figure out what I could do this weekend. As I saw my house in the distance down the street, I saw a sign on my front yard. There was a big yellow sign with a black board hanging down from it. Then I turned my head a little bit and saw a big moving truck. I ran up to the front door, trying to find someone that I could ask what was going on. Finally I found my Mom and Dad sitting on the couch and as I ran up to them they began explaining the situation.
ReplyDeleteMy mom, before I could get a single word out said, “Honey, we can explain everything. Just sit down and listen to what we have to say.”
I sat down and waited a few minutes. Then my Mom started to slowly break my heart. “David, we have to move out of Dunellen. Your father was given a new doctor for his cancer and Parkinson’s. So we have to move to South Carolina.”
My jaw was practically hanging from my head, I was so devasted. The only words I could come up with were, “I cannot believe this. How can we just pack up everything and leave?!” I ran out of the house and went for a walk. I needed time to think.
On my walk around the town, I could not even think about talking to any of my friends. I was just so heartbroken. I went around to all of the places that I went to as I grew up and all of the places my friends and I just hung out and did not worry about a thing. Those were the best times of my life. I also stopped by the fields and courts where I played all of my baseball, football and basketball games. I could not let it go and could not fathom the idea that my life here was suddenly over, it had just come to an abrupt halt.
I was finally able to gather myself and call my friends and asked them to meet me at Morcraft Park, where we spent countless summer nights either playing basketball or just talking about life in general. When they arrived, I was in tears and was struggling to speak.
“What is the matter David? Why are you crying, and why did you need us to meet you here?” Isabeau and Rob asked simultaneously.
“Guys, I have to talk to you. My family and I have to move, down to South Carolina.”
They all responded at once, “What?! Why would they make you do that??”
I had to take a couple seconds to come up with the words to explain everything. I started by asking if they all knew how my Dad had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease, and the Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and they all nodded in agreement.
ReplyDelete“Well, he was given a new doctor, and he needs to start seeing him on a weekly basis. The doctor is located in South Carolina, so in order to be able to receive the treatment he needs at the proper times, we have to move down there.”
Dan asked, “When do you guys have to head down there?”
“I only have until Sunday night. We have to leave late so we will arrive late the Monday afternoon.” I responded.
After we all talked about everything for a little while longer I began to head home. There was not one person there that looked like they believed the words they just heard. Dreading the clock moving, it was Sunday afternoon at around 2:30, and my friends were at my house, preparing their goodbyes. I had just finished packing up the last item in my room, and it just so happened to be a picture of Rob, Dan, Isabeau, Al-Taron and myself on what ended up being our last first day of school together. I sat down and cried my eyes out in my barren room that I would be in for the last time. A few minutes later, I was able to gather myself and go downstairs to my friends. One by one I went down the line and had my last hugs and words with my best friends since seventh grade. I turned around and took one final look at the place I grew up in and knew so very well. I climbed into the car and looked at all my friends as we pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street. I could not believe I was saying goodbye to the one place I ever called my home. Dunellen had left an ever-lasting impression on my heart. All of the people I met as I went through the school systems played on various teams and the friends that became family over the years. Dunellen may have been ready to say goodbye to me, but I would never be ready to say goodbye to Dunellen.
Wow. This really got to me. Please tell me you're not leaving.
DeleteIt was 2:36 on Friday afternoon and school was out for Riley. She was really excited for the weekend. Tomorrow was her seventeenth birthday and she was going for her driver’s test. She was really nervous because she didn’t think that she was a good driver. She walked home quickly after getting her books for her locker. Her mother told her that she had a huge surprise for Riley. When she got to her house she saw a brand new 2013 white Volkswagen Jetta sitting in the driveway with a huge red bow on top and her mom standing next to it. Riley was so excited, that was her dream car and could not believe that her mom got it for her. it was absolutely beautiful and she couldn't wait to drive it. All she had to do now was pass her test.
ReplyDeleteRiley woke up at 8 am Saturday morning. Her mother made her a delicious French toast breakfast with strawberries and eggs which was her favorite. It was now 10 am and the doorbell rang. Riley answered the door, it was the driving instructor. Riley's mom said goodbye and good luck. Riley ran out to the car. She was so nervous now and thought she was going to fail. when the instructor got in the car he started asking her what to do first. Riley put the car in drive and she was off. She was full of confidences once she started going.
An hour later Riley pulled back into her driveway with her brand new license in hand. She ran up to her front door to show her mom. The door was open she walked inside when suddenly all her friends and family jump out and screamed HAPPY BIRTHDAY RILEY!! She was overcome with joy she had never had a surprise birthday party before. She stared laughing and said," this would really suck if I didn't get my license."
Her mother made her a delicious homemade cheesecake that all the guests loved.
Sunday morning rolled around too early for Riley. Her and her mother had to clean the whole house from the party, it was a mess. she had tons and tons of card and presents from all her friends all over the living room. There was a bunch of leftover cake and food that would last her and her mother for months. Riley was sad her birthday was over because that was one of the best birthdays she has ever had. She was not ready to go back to school the next day.
Seems a bit short.
DeleteHe reached her office in the hangar and knocked on the door that read “Erica Gladstone, M.D.” clutching his yellow legal pad close to his chest, and repositioning the pen behind his ear. He overheard muffled discussion behind the door, and could hardly make out through a small, translucent window a figure, which he assumed to be Erica, talking at someone out of view. His journalistic instincts took over and he gently pulled open the door just a crack and out his ear up to it.
ReplyDelete“So what do you propose I do?” she asked, as if trying to assign blame that didn’t even exist to someone other than herself.
“I think you know what my answer to that question is,” the other began, who was now revealed to be a man, though his person remained out of the reporter’s sight. “Like I’ve told you before, our cure is foolproof: it will cure the coughing, and restore damaged tissue in the lungs and—“
“I don’t care about your cure!” Erica cut in, growing more anxious. “If you knew anything about medicine, you’d know that what you’re describing to me is an impossibility.”
“Do you not see the suffering going on out there? Christ Erica, it’s almost as if you don’t care about these people!” the other shouted, breaking through the quiet tension in the office.
“Listen,” Erica started, visibly suppressing her fiercely defensive instincts. “You and I have been colleagues a long time, but I’m telling you, with all due respect, of course, that you’re full of it.” Her demeanor was becoming more authoritative. “Even you have said that your ‘cure’ is only twenty-five percent effective. There’s nothing you can say that can convince me to put my faith in such a possibility.”
“But Erica, just think about it for a minute! Imagine all this suffering, over! Things can go back to normal again! You and I can be credited with saving a small town ravaged by—“
“I’m going to stop you right there,” Erica interrupted, “I don’t think your mind is in the right place.” Her colleague tried to get a word in, but stopped almost immediately, presumably because Erica made some gesture of superiority; or possibly because he was amused to see how in-control she thought she was, deciding to humor her. “Which are you more concerned with: helping these people, or being a hero?” That must have gotten to him. There was a pause, which Erica took as her answer. “We’re done here. Get your things and come back when you actually have something for me. This is my clinic, and you are no welcome here until then.”
The man grunted, and the sounds that ensued implied that he was hastily packing up a briefcase. The reporter quickly jumped back from the cracked door and acted natural. Erica’s colleague kicked open the door, his hands full with his haphazardly collected belongings and stormed passed the reporter. After a few more heated steps, he turned to the reporter and demanded:
“You here to talk to Erica?” his voice echoing throughout the compound, just barely over the coughing.
The reporter swallowed nervously and nodded. It was his job to remain passive.
“Well you may as well just give up. There’s not a lick of sense in ‘er.” He made his way to the door, covering his mouth with his arm and keeping his head down, growling sounds that could, in some universe, be considered words.
With that, the reporter turned around, gathered his confidence, and knocked on the doctor’s door.
“Yeah, come on in.” He heard from inside the office. Erica sounded more or less unaffected by the previous interaction.
“Hello, Dr. Gladstone. I’m the reporter from the city. We spoke on the phone a few weeks ago?” The reporter said mechanically. He extended his hand, but Erica was scribbling something down on a notebook on her desk.
Her office was… Rustic. It was small, and contained but one desk, a bench in front of it, and two bookcases on either side behind the desk. There was also a window between the bookcases, letting in the dim yellow light of the sunset.
“Hm? Oh yes, right.” Erica raised her head and shook the reporter’s hand. Her tone was warm, but weary.
The reporter now saw her in full view. She was average height, with tanned skin, and brown hair with blonde highlights. She had circles around her green eyes, and her hands were covered with a thin layer of dirt. Or was it blood? It was hard to tell in the compromised lighting.
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DeleteThis story is compelling. You have a talent for bringing things to life. I could see and hear it all happening. That is a unique ability.
I sit there twiddling my thumbs as I shake nervously in the hospital bed waiting for the doctor’s response, I glance over at the time. Its 2:36 school would have just got out. As much as I hated school I would do anything to just be back and be a normal teenager again. I want to be able to go out with friends and go to fun events and see people. I wish I could just live life without worrying about if I’m going to die today, tomorrow, or next week. After I got diagnosed I feel like everything in my life has changed. If only I could take this all back. I know the news the doctor will come out with is going to be horrible. I just know it nothing in my mind is telling my otherwise. My family tries to smile and pull it off like it will just all magically go away the next day. I have got to the realization that that’s not happening, I have cancer and it’s to the point where I’m lucky to wake up every day. I just don’t understand why this is happening to me. Out of all the people why do I have to be one of them? Why does cancer even have to exist? Why can’t it all just go away? I’m only 15 I haven’t even lived my life yet. I’m still building up to become someone. I have yet to have any major life changing moments in my life. I have an entire bucket list with one like two things crossed off.
ReplyDeleteI glance back at the clock its only 2:42. It’s crazy how that all goes through my mind in a span of six minutes. Minutes are passing but it feels like hours. I need the doctor to come back. These answers are everything right now. I already of a feeling of what it’s going to be but this will just make sure of everything. It will take all of my doubts away.
Knock Knock “Excuse me, Ms. and Miss. Spender, may I please come in?”
The look on his face said it all. My heart sunk, I knew at the moment everything I said was true. My voice was shaky but I was able to make out the words and say “Sure, come right it.”
“I’m sorry to have to break this to you, but the cancer has gotten progressively worse.”
He kept talking but I toned everything out. I thought I would be able to take in this news but I just couldn’t. I picked up words in between but they weren’t helping me at all. The just made everything worse. I couldn’t handle this anymore, I much rather them just pull the plug now.
“However, there is some good knew Lexi, we are allowing you to go out this weekend and live every moment to the fullest because you’re due to pass within about two weeks. This is a bitter sweet thing, because we are able to throw in some money for you to complete your so called bucket list.” Doctor Osborn smiled and said it like it was the best news in the world.
“BITTER SWEET?” I screamed “The fact that I’m dying is bitter sweet? Are you insane I’M DYING? Do you understand what that means? I’m going to be NONEXSITENT. I’m 15 years old; never did I expect this to happen to me. I don’t care if I can complete my bucket list. At the end of the day I’m GOING TO DIE. Most of the things on my bucket list I won’t even be able to do with this cancer. It would probably make me dead at that second.”
“Hunny, please come down, I understand this is very hard to take in but let’s please look at the bright side. That’s all we could do now” said my mother smiling a fake to hold it together as the tears slowly rolled off her face.
I just stared at them with blank expressions and took a deep sigh. I just needed sleep. That’s all I needed. Sleep to me was an escape from this horrible life I was living. I tried to think positive about this all but I just couldn’t at this moment. It was time for some rest so I slowly shut my eyes.
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I awaken by my mother shoving me nonstop. I was still upset with the news from last night but I decided to look at this day in a positive manner. I turned over to her and smiled. She smiled back with the biggest smile I’ve seen from her in a while. It gave be a warm feeling and I was actually starting to feel the smile I was faking.
Delete“Come on Lexi, you have to get up, we need to get out of here as quick as we can, we have a long day away of us.”
As much as I wanted to just stay in the hospital bed and hide from the world all day I decided that I should do something. I mean my life is ending I might as make the last few minutes of my life count.
“Alright mom. I’m feeling much better about this all, but what are we going to do? Am I even able to do anything fun?”
“But of course Lexi, you’re going to be beyond excited with what I have planned!”
As I start to get ready the only thing that is pondering in my mind is how my life is coming to an end so fast. I can’t even get excited for what I’m about to do. All I want to do is just break down and cry. Why can’t this all just be over I just don’t understand. But hey, I mean that’s just how life works out sometimes. I need to just enjoy this weekend and let it be the best one my life has seen. End it on a good note.
“Lex, come on already! Can you be any slower? We have a full day ahead of us. Let’s get started already.”
“Mom I’m coming, calm down. Can you just tell me what we are going to do? You know I hate surprises.”
“No, I refuse to, just keep waiting.” Said my Mom with a smirk.
We head out to the car and everything just feelings so weird. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve seen beyond the hospital walls. I just can’t picture this being fun. How am I supposed to act like everything is ok when I just found out that horrible news? And how am I supposed to act like I’m just a normal teenager again when I look like a cancer patient and I have a doctor following me this whole entire time? No matter how hard I try to brush this all off I just can’t. I’m trying to get excited for my Mom and just be happy for myself but something is just pulling me back. It’s like I’m restricted from being happy.
We start to approach a bridge above water and I see a few of my friends. At that moment everything changed. I we filled with joy. I just wanted to get out and hug them. I was just confused to why they were on the side near a bridge. Maybe we were just there to pick them up.
My mom pulls over and parks. Now I was extremely confused but that didn’t matter. I got out as fast as I could and ran over to them. Tears of joys and a bit of sadness because this was the end, were coming down everyone’s face. Just seeing them made me feel better, I didn’t care what we were doing anymore, and I was with my friends and my mom that’s all that mattered.
Delete“Alright, Lexi go but a bathing suit on and get ready to do some bridge diving”
“NO WAY MOM! You can’t be serious, you’re amazing. I’ve wanted to do this since like forever. OH MY GOD MOM. You’re truly the best.”
“I’m happy that you’re happy. I mean I was very limited to what we were about to do but I was able to slide this one in with the doctors. But no more hospital talk. Let’s just go have fun.”
stood on the edge beyond scared, all of just clenching each other’s hands. For some odd reason the word “Go” just wasn’t coming out. Why was I so scared? I had nothing to lose. The end was near; it wouldn’t matter if something went wrong. I just shut my eyes slowly and the words slowly came out.
“G...O!” I screamed.
The trill was amazing. That was honestly one of the best times in my life. Jumping off and forgetting about the world felt so amazing. That time with my friends was just so amazing. It’s exactly would I needed. I couldn’t ask for anything better at that moment. My mom didn’t have to do anything else. My day was complete if we were to just go back now is wouldn’t care.
After that, we ended up going out to eat and just enjoying the little bit of time that we all had left together. It was just so amazing. I couldn’t feel any better than I did right now. It all made me feel normal again. I was just like every other teenager.
On our way back to the hospital all i could think of was just how amazing of a day this was. i sounded like a broken record to everyone because that's all i was saying. Than i started to think about my short life and the little accomplishments i did make. I was now happy with what was happening because if I don't say so myself I lived a We get back to the hospital and I'm exhausted, all I want to do is sleep. However before I sleep i go to talk some friends that i have made in the hospital. I explain to them all about my amazing day that i had, and I tell them all just to think positive at this point. To frown over bad news, instead make that push you to fight stronger. I get back to the room and slowly fall asleep with a giant smile on my face.
Delete"LEXIII!! Come on wake up, WAKE UP." screamed my mom while panicking.
"I'm up. Whats the matter with you?"
"I'm sorry, it just seemed like you weren't breathing. I started to panic."
"Mom...I think today is the day..I can just feel it" I say well tears are rolling down my face
"Stop! Don't say that. There is still hope."
"I'm not to sure about that, Mom, just know that I love you and you are honestly the best woman out there..."
As I go on saying goodbye to my mom the pain that I'm feeling is ridiculous. I knew it was time. So I lay there, with a smile on my face, clenching on to my mothers hand and just wait for God to take me. pretty decent life.
This is a beautiful story. It definitely belongs on the Spectrum website. Please print a copy out for me so I can make corrections for you. Great job!
DeleteThe dragon blew up the house across the street as I walked out the front door of the high school. Suddenly everyone was running away. I just watched because it looked cool. I thought about how I wrote a really bad story just like this in my last class. Then all of the other houses on the block exploded. This was going to be an interesting weekend.
ReplyDeleteThe dragon started to walk away. I followed until it started to fly away. Something came over me and I knew that I had to get into my 1996 Camry and follow the dragon. I turned on the transformer setting to make my car fly after the dragon. I flew after it for several hours and just before I ran out of gas the dragon began to descend. We landed in a forest in Connecticut. I looked around and saw that others had the instinct to follow the dragon too. Christian Hunter was one of the many. They had all used their flying cars to get here like me. When the dragon landed he transformed into a human. He walked over to us and exclaimed,
“Quick! We must leave this world and find the magical wagon from another world! If we do not we will lose ourselves forever.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why is this wagon so special?”
“How will we get there?” The group asked.
“If we do not do this we will all forget who we are" The man exclaimed.
"Who are you?" I asked
The rest of the group looked at him with great anticipation.
"I am Merlin"
Ok Koop; this is where my story ends. Four hundred, twenty one words short.
I figured I should stop before I make you cry, unless of course you are already crying.
Anyway I apologize for the horrific story above.
Here is what really happened on my weekend, (with commentary!), though after finishing this in parts this just make you cry more:
After school I rushed out the front doors. I wanted to make it to Quick Chek before I had to drive over to the park and change for our first home Tennis match. When I got there I bought my Fiji water and my Smartfood popcorn and I was back in my car within three minutes. I turned out of Quick Chec and drove over to the park. When I got there I quickly ran in to the locker room to change into my uniform. I cursed as I realized I had grabbed the wrong white tee shirt from the dryer that morning. Yeah, in past years I was better at keeping it together and having what I need. All of the sudden this year I am noticing a very different pattern beginning to occur. I blame it on my car. Which I love to death because I hate walking with a six ton back pack on my back, but still. If I do not have something, most of the time it is in my car. I decided it would be faster to run home, since I live close to the park but it takes longer to drive around then walk back and forth. When I get home I realize my house key is in the locker room attached to my car key. Yeah. That’s me. Right here. Without a house key. I decide to just give up and wear the wrong shirt to the match. No big deal, right? Wrong. While thankfully coach didn’t mind, but I got crap from everybody and their brother about how I was wearing the wrong shirt. Oh well. I don’t care. Now I don’t feel bad about keeping the smartfood all to myself. Ha! Soon my sister and mom show up and I have to awkwardly tell them that I won’t be playing until later if at all. My mom tells me to put a jacket on as she walks back to the house (Did I mention she brought the dog down to the match? How embarrassing is that?) but, I don’t have one so I don’t really listen. Key point here Koop. Just in case you weren’t paying attention. And for the next point for you notes here, we win the match. Not really important but is anything every really important? The point is we won and that was the highlight of my weekend. Well that’s seven hundred words so, the end.
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Saturday morning I have the pleasure of driving all the way down to Hightstown to take the four hour ACT. Since I don’t really want to blame myself for not wearing a jacket the night before, I am just going to blame it on the ACT. Anyway, it seemed as though as I turned each page I became sicker and sicker. My throat slowly began to burn and the couple of tissues I had put in my bag barely did the trick for my nose. I was cold and hot and hot then cold. The pain in my head grew with each word I read. When I finally finished the test I left as fast as I could and went home. As soon as I got there I took a nap. Unfortunately, I am not the napping type and my brain was wide awake twenty minutes later to endure the pain. I ended up going to the doctors to see if I had Strep. Fortunately the test was negative and I only had a sinus infection. I was given a prescription for three medications. Yay. Now I writing this story after having taken this medication for today and yesterday, (it’s Sunday right now.) and one of which is a stronger form of Benadryl. Yay, so I am really tired right now. Anyway I woke up this morning and I felt ok but not really so I did some homework and worked on this. Yay. So because I don’t really know what I am doing right now I am going to take a “nap”. Yay.
Woah. So now that something interesting happened yesterday I am going to write about it and make it the moral and main point of my story.
So for the next point of the notes here:
So just before I took my “nap” my family went out to lunch and I closed my eyes. When I woke up I was really delusional. I got out of bed and could not decide if it was Monday or Sunday morning. I decided it was Sunday morning because I remembered going to bed the night before. I was convinced someone was downstairs. I walked downstairs and called out hello but there was no one there. Then I had a sudden thought that maybe the front door had just been closed and I had missed whoever was downstairs leaving. Oh well. I went over to the kitchen counter to make myself some breakfast. I realized that if I was going to watch TV I would need my glasses so I ran back up to my bed to grab them. That was when I looked at my phone. It was four thirty Sunday afternoon. I couldn’t believe my mom had let me sleep in this late. I never sleep in this late. There was a text from her saying call me and I figured that she just wanted to let her know where she and my family were so she could let me sleep in. when she picked up the phone she asked,
“Did you fall asleep? I tried the house like four times.”
With these words my memory came rushing into my brain. I had totally forgotten that I had been up earlier. That I had written the some more of my creative writing weekend story. That I had already had breakfast and that my family went out for lunch and to show over four hours ago. I had taken a nap for the first time in my life. It felt like a dream.
So the moral of the story is that when things are put into perspective. Mountain Dew is nothing compared to the prescription Benadryl thing though I don’t know what the name of it is and I am too lazy to go from the basement to the second floor of my house to find out. That means two flights of stairs. Not even for the purpose of this story.
Oh my. Abra, you should have kept going with the dragon story. I LOVED IT.
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ReplyDeleteAt night time I finally had time for fun. When I thought my ride was outside I walked out and was surprised to see the man from the ice cream store stare at me as I got into the car. My friends simply laughed at me when I told them about it, when they went to look the man was already missing. I had a feeling we were being followed the whole night, but I couldn't spot anyone. Coming home past midnight, I couldn't wait to get into bed. Just a few blocks from my house we were going straight when a Jeep missed a stop sign and rammed into our small Acura. What's going on, I couldn't take in the situation. I saw my friend fly from the backseat towards the front of the car. A tools box had broken the wind shield beforehand and she flew out. It all happened in slow motion. The car flipped over, and it was my turn to fly out. I closed my eyes as I felt myself loose control of my body. I was trying to anticipate my crash onto the concrete. 4:43 a.m. Suddenly I felt warm all around me, and I landed softly on the grass. How could I have landed so far. I opened my eyes and caught a the figure of a man disappearing down the street. I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer and my body would not move. 4:43 p.m. I woke up in a hospital room by myself. The doctors were amazed that no one in the accident had serious injuries. I was released shortly. My body was sore and I hurried into bed, before I closed my eyes a note on my night stand caught my attention. It read, "Be wise," my grandfather's favorite quote.
ReplyDeleteIt felt like 2:36 couldn’t come any slower. I was sitting in creative writing pretending like I was doing my work, waiting for the bell to ring. When it finally rang, I sprinted down the hall to my locker, waving at some friends as I pass them. As I walk down the sidewalk, I see my brother approaching me. He picks me up every day so I can pick up my neighbor from Faber. When I get home, all I see is my mother crying and I had no idea why. When I asked her, she couldn’t reply right away. She wiped her face and finally blurts out that her and my father had gotten into a fight. They fight every day so I was kind of used to it but I will never get used to seeing my mother cry. I hate it; it’s probably one of the worst things ever.
ReplyDeleteA couple hours pass and my mother and I sit to watch bad girls club like we always do. She was still very upset but she tried to hide it because she didn’t want to get me upset. While we were watching TV, she keeps getting text messages, I don’t know who. We decide to go to bed early because she wasn’t very happy and she said she was drained out. I slept in her bed with her because she does not like sleeping alone and who knows where my father is at this point. I tried to fall asleep but just knowing my mother is saddened makes me upset.
When I wake up in the morning, I have to go to the Rutgers game because if I don’t get all my community service hours I won’t be able to graduate. I thought I’d be with all my friends but when I got there, the lady in charge took me and a couple other students of Dunellen high to a different section. it got me mad because we had to be with people we didn’t know. We had no idea what we were doing because we have never worked here before. It was a long and very annoying day so I was happy I was going home so I can just sit on my couch and do nothing.
When I got home, I noticed my father’s car was in front of the house. When I walked in I didn’t see my father but I saw my mom sitting at her desk with her face in her hands and my sister behind her. I got worried and instantly went over there to see what was wrong. Everyone was too busy crying that they couldn’t even tell me what was wrong. A couple minutes later my dad comes walking down the stairs with a lot of bags. It seems like he packed all his clothes. He had a mean look on his face so I just stayed away from him. After a moment of thinking, I figured out why everyone was crying. My father, the man who I spent my whole life with, the man who raised me and my siblings, the man my mother adored so much, was leaving. He always used to say he was going to leave but I didn’t expect it to really happen. Watching my father walk right past my sister and I, broke my heart. I immediately started crying and I didn’t know what to think.
My father and I never really got along but it was heart dropping watching him go. He left like he didn’t have a care in the world, as we all sat on the couch hysterically crying. The next day was a school day. I didn’t get much sleep that night and I could tell my mother didn’t either. She told me to stay home because she wanted me to try and get some sleep. It was hard to fall asleep because all I could think about was what was going to happen to my family now that my dad is gone. Could we still stay in our house? Most of the money was coming from my dad’s paycheck. My mom told me that we just have to live our life’s day by day and see what happens.
I stare down the clock on the wall which reads 2:36. Brring! For the love of God! The damn bell finally decides to ring! I scoop up my books, throw the strap of my backpack over my shoulder, and book it to my faded blue pick-up truck parked out front.
ReplyDeleteThis weekend I’m heading to Scandinavia to visit my family, and it’s been years since I’ve seen them. My parents moved to America the year my mom was pregnant with me, so it’s just us three in this big ol’ country. We live in Parksville, New York, which—in case you haven’t heard of it—is a country town with the houses spaced far apart and lots of trees on each property. It’s a green wonderland but unfortunately not very populated. My best friend just recently moved to China for her dad’s new promotion, and that was only one month ago. Since then, I’ve been waiting for something to bring me back to normal because without her, high school is not nearly as fun.
That is why this unexpected trip is just what I need. Although it is still very last-minute for my parents, seeing as they even plan the week’s dinner schedule to a T. Needless to say, I don’t mind an off-the-cuff get-away such as this.
Too excited to get home, I start to gain speed along the windy roads. I look down at my phone to check the time—hoping that I am beating the clock and not just speeding pointlessly—and I see that I have a new text message from my mom. It reads: 1:15 pm—DON’T GO HOME. Go straight to airport. Ticket is waiting for you in glove box.
I am utterly confused. In what feels like a complete daze, I reach over and pull open the glove box to see for myself. A small manila envelope falls out and I subconsciously stop speeding. Gently, I open the top and pull out the contents: one plane ticket—just as she said there’d be—a passport with my picture on it, but a different name, several stamps from countries I am positive I have never been to, and a hefty wad of cash. Strange, though, how only some of the cash is American. Other bills appear to be Scandinavian or something Slavic. Things are starting to get weird. How are my parents capable of creating fake identifications? And if they were able to create one for me, then who knows what name they are under now? More so, mom didn’t mention she or dad would be coming with me on the plane…
That’s it. I am still going home because whatever trouble my parents are in, I want to help them—and it sure sounds like they are in actual trouble. I speed up again. Now that my heart is practically beating outside of my chest, the possibilities sink in and my mind wanders to the worst possible circumstances. What if they are being held for ransom? What if they were attacked? What if… I run out of guesses, which I a good thing, I suppose. Mom always says to expect the best of people until they give you a reason not to. But I am positive that, by the looks of this atypical text message, my mom is giving serious instructions.
ReplyDeleteWithin a couple minutes, I reach a crawl fifty feet from the house, and I notice that there are two black vans parked at the top of the steep driveway. From what I can see, there are about six men in various garbs of flannel shirts and jeans standing around my garage door, and another is yelling into his cell phone. None of these people look familiar, but they look very dangerous, and I get the sense that maybe my mom understands the situation enough. I decide to listen to her and make my way to the airport.
Carefully, I ease the car onto the road and continue driving forward at a normal speed, making sure to keep a close eye on my rear view mirror. After an hour and a half and six unexpected detours, I make it to the airport. I don’t even bother with paying for parking because for some reason, I get the feeling that it won’t matter at the end of the day. I grab the contents of the manila envelope and toss it—now empty—on the floor in the back of the car. Nervousness overcomes my senses but I muster up the strength to get out of the car and casually—emphasis on casually—walk into the airport and past security, which was rather short for this time of the day. I am utterly amazed that my identification checks out, seeing as it’s not even real. Just as I am sitting at the gate, waiting anxiously for takeoff, a man in a decent black suit walks over and scans the room. Now I notice that there are two police officers flanking his side, and it does not take long for the man in the suit to meet eyes with me. Something switches on in his brain and without hesitation, he makes his way over to me.
I spend the night at the police station, exhausted to the point of exhaustion while they badger me with questions left and right. They ask me if I have seen my parents recently. I say no. They ask if I have been in contact with them. I say no. They ask why I am withholding vital information. I say I’m not.
ReplyDeleteI don’t really know why I don’t mention the text message or why I ditch my phone before entering the airport, but there is a gut feeling I have that no one is to be trusted.
I am kept there over the course of the weekend and finally released on Sunday so that I can be three hours late to church if I’d like. The local law enforcement can be so darn considerate when it wants to be. Well, I have yet to have word from my parents, and when I do—as I fully expect to—I will not tell a soul. Instead, I will go straight home, pack my things, muster up every penny I can get, and I will fly to Scandinavia as planned. I keep my fingers crossed that when I arrive at my Dyada (Uncle) Alexei’s home, they are the first faces I see. Until morning—the day I take off—I sit up and watch Real Housewives of Atlanta to keep me awake and unsusceptible.
2:35. The bell rang. Finally, I thought to myself and although the bell schedule was off I appreciated the minute. I was relieved that it was the weekend, but like always, the thought came to my head, soccer. Miserably I tried to prepare myself for my daily routine. I got my soccer bag and went to practice, nothing is worse than practices on Fridays. I got the text from my boss- work at six. I wished for a weekend to myself, with no responsibilities. As if just the fact of being at practice wasn’t bad enough, our coach was in a bad mood because some girls were missing. This meant a hard practice. Around 5:30 p.m. he said “Get into your flats”. Who calls running shoes flats? We ended practice with a sixteen minute fitness run. This meant I barely had any time to get ready for work. My mom picked me up and I showered. I quickly got dressed and shoved my plate of food into my mouth. I made it to work five minutes late. It was cold out, so it was slow in the ice cream parlor. I sat in the back watching television. I heard the bells ring silently, I got up ready to greet a customer, but there was no one. It was probably the wind, I thought to myself while I sat back down. The bells rang again, I simply looked over and saw nothing. It had been a long week and I grew more tired as the minutes passed by. I was so comfortable that I thought what would happen if I fell asleep. As I began to doze off, the bells rang again. I made an effort to get up, but my body was weighing me down. 4:43 p.m. By the time I finally stood up a man had already walked the distance to the back of the business, where I was standing. “Hello!” I greeted the man, trying to hide my sleepy face. The man said nothing. I walked around the man and stood on the inside of the counter hoping he would follow on the opposite side to where the ice cream flavors were. He simply shifted his gaze to follow me. “How may I help you?” I was getting irritated, you would think buying ice cream was simple. He finally came over and very rudely said, “Give me a large coconut ice cream in a cup”. I apologized to the man and explained that there was no coconut, couldn’t he see that himself? He decided to order a pint of soft ice cream. I packed this in a bag and as I was handing it to him he took a hold of my wrist. I froze. I pulled away and looked up at him but he tightened his grip. I felt him pulling me but the counter separated us. We were near the cash register; I wondered if that was what he wanted. There couldn’t be more than sixty dollars in it, I would give it to him without a thought. With his free hand, the man took the ice cream out of the bag and opened it. He began eating it in front of me. “Let me go!” I yelled. This is weird, I didn’t know how to react. He offered me some of the ice cream. I shook my head and immediately wished there was a phone nearby or that I had my cellphone on me. The man released me, handed me back the ice cream and asked for sprinkles on it. Confused, I rushed to do what he asked. I handed it back and he stared at me, “Aren’t you going to charge me?” It was simply fifty cents, maybe this was his way of getting me to open the cash register. He handed me a twenty dollar bill. “You don’t have anything smaller?” I questioned, but he said no and denied my offer to give it to him for free. When I was about to give him his change, he said, “keep it”, and stormed out. What a weird encounter. The rest of my day was boring. 9 o'clock came and it was time to go home. I wished I didn't have soccer in the morning so I could enjoy my night, but as soon as I got home I fell asleep. 4:43 a.m. I woke up when I heard a knock on my window. Maybe it was a branch. But it I heard it more clearly again, "knock, knock". I didn't know what to do, I just laid in bed, and I was so exhausted that I fell back asleep. In the morning I went along my normal day: practice, then out with my mom.
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