Disappearance I wake up to the cold fresh morning air and the sun shining in my eyes , I am moaning because I have to go to school today. My alarm is beeping like a annoying chihuahua. I turn it off and slowly roll out of bed and get ready for school , I put on my ID and backpack. I go downstairs to notice that none of my family is here and I look everywhere except my creepy basement, and no one is there. I begin walking to my bus stop to see nobody there. So I look around the whole town wondering why people weren’t there. I am only a 12 year old girl named Ashley that lives in a small town named River Valley. I have black wavy hair with crystal blue eyes. I look in all the houses and all the shops , I go to my school and no one is there. Then I go back to my house and see my dog ( Max). I take Max with me to the part of town where my mom told me not to go in. Suddenly, I feel a bang on my head and me and Max are knocked out. I slowly wake up and see two people dressed in grey with caps that are not showing me their eyes. As …show more content…
We were like cheetahs compared to those guards. I went back in my house with Max. I look out my purple bay window and I hear the wind softly whispering to me as the hot sun hits my face. I don’t know what to do I am just 12. I charge my phone and try to see if this is happening everywhere. I am getting hungry so I reach for an apple, I bite into it hard as the sweet apple juice spits out the apple into my mouth, as I remember when my mom use to make me slices of apples and caramel after school in kindergarten. My stomach felt like it was playdough that was twisted up in knots , I am starting to sweat and my head feels hot. I get a glass of water and see if the tv tries to work and it doesn’t. I miss my family and I want them back but I honestly don’t know what to
I closed my eyes and that for sure I was dead but when I opened them the warning lights were on and thens were fading in and out. I quickly went and started rebooting the systems till they were all done. I look up to see the animatronic in front of me looking through the glass and thought I was dead.I didn’t dare take the chance to put up the camera in case it took it as a chance to get me. Then all of a sudden 6 a.m struck and it started walking away. Then I left for
The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.
Social identity, a powerful driving force in human beings, develops early in life and strengthens throughout adulthood based on chosen roles. In the short story “You, Disappearing” by Alexandra Kleeman, the main character struggles to understand her former boyfriend’s need to maintain his social identity while struggling to find hers in a new reality. As things start to disappear in the apocalypse, her former boyfriend chooses the consistency and predictability of maintaining his position as an architect. However, she regresses and has become depressed trying to live her life without structure. This conflict within the main character seems to distract her from making a plan for when the end arrives. By giving the main character a real human emotion to a disaster scenario, can this help relate the story to readers on a personal level?
The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
I woke up and got ready for a hunt and when I was leaving the house my mom asked “where are you going?” I said” I am going to the market to talk”. When I left I went straight to the fence and ran to the woods. I met up with My friend Gale and we went to go hunting. While we were hunting we could hear things but we did not know what it was. Then after a while we started to set up some traps and check the other ones we set up the day before. Soon we saw a bunnie and i took a shot and the Bunnie died all instantly. We kept on looking around and after a little bit longer and we saw nothing then we checked the traps and their was nothing so we were going to check tomorrow.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
I couldn’t move my head. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, then things went black. When I woke, I was at B.O.D. and had no idea who I was. Then I remembered everything. From the 8th grade bullies to the 6th-grade buddies. None of them were real friends, but they were nicer than the rest. Oh, the rest of them. They tucked away my school supplies, hid my clothes, and gave innocent faces to the teachers. Here, wherever here was, I could start new. With no bullies or fake friends. No one. It was all too perfect. It was B.O.D. Brink of Death. That was when I saw (and heard) the
My head spinning I could finally see outside and where I was at. I just realized I fell off. My eyes filled up with tears I started bawling; I was shaking and looking around to find my parents but they weren’t there. I see this person running down the dark green grass. I could barely see who it was but he came closer and I see my neighbor. Everything I tried to look at looked like I was looking underwater without goggles. There were red blotches all over the street. I guessed that it was my blood, it was from my knees and elbows. A bad headache came, my neighbor asked me “Do you know your name and your parents?”
It’s September of 2009, the semi-truck is sitting outside with all of our belongings in it, like an airplane waiting to take us away. Today is gloomy and raining as usual, but I know I’m going to miss it. The sun has started going down; we all get into the vehicles we’re designated. Me, my Dad, and Jade our Boxer into the truck, Mom Jaycee and the other animals into the car, and my Aunt Tina and Grandma into their suburban. It’s bitter sweet, I am so excited to go to a new city, new state, new everything, but I’m leaving behind everyone I grew up with. My closest friends who thought I was funny, not weird. Who I consider my brother, Daniel, and my mom’s side of the family all left behind. We begin driving, the truck brakes releasing
I just left the party for preppy rich kids, which to my dismay I was a part of, my father is an owner of a super successful oilrig. Thinking about what had happened, the douchebag who was my boyfriend hooking up with some girl from our college, shaking my head in disgust. I look up and notice that I’m in the rougher part of town, I stop a moment and think about the path I took to get here but I can’t remember, then I start to think about what ways I can get back to my house. While I’m racking my brain this shadow of a person appears out of Will’s Market, from this distance I can’t tell if they are looking at me. Then I come to the painful realization that one I’m standing under the only street light and two I’m wearing a nice bright pink shirt and bright white pants. After this thought runs through my head I whisper “f*****g h*ll whats my luck”. I decide that it’s no use trying to run or hide if they come they come.
As I got up this morning my parents where all yippy and happy like my dog when she wants to play. But they were starting to freak me out because while I was eating they were staring at me. Then as I got my stuff and tried to say goodbye they rushed me out but then I realized why, today was the day I go Afghanistan. But also today was the day that my parents leave for the Bahamas I knew they are going to have more fun than me. But I drove my truck down to the airport I thought about how my parents wanted me just to be gone and even when I got on the plane I thought more about the fact. But all of a sudden the plane landed and I reported to camp but I wasn’t to thrilled. I was mad like a bull and people could tell but I wasn’t to worried. Once
One day Ava was at the park and she felt like someone was watching . Ava would turn around and no one was there it felt like a ghost was watching her . Later she walked home and still felt someone was watching her but then she heard someone say my name it sounded like my dead mother but she thought I Must be hearing things and didn’t think much about it . I Got home and dad wasn’t there . He must of work extra hours she said . Ava went to the fridge to see what there was their was some leftover spaghettI and chicken she heated it up in the microwave and ate it . After Ava was done she went to watch tv and a ghost show was on . The show wasn’t that scary but half way into the show a car past really fast and through
I always had trouble understanding others. Growing up I never played with the other children. My grandfather said it was because my mind was too busy thinking of brilliant idea to actually talk to the others. I believed him. I believed in him for 17 years, that all stopped today. It all ended when I was riding my bike to the local market so I could pick up scrap parts for my grandfather. He said they were for his hovertech76 His prized antique hover car. As I made my way down the pavement I saw the market coming up from the horizon and suddenly everything freezes The birds in the sky, the leaves in the air, my bike, everything. I can’t move my head. I am paralyzed. “What’s happening?” I thought frantically to myself “Someone help! Someone please!” But just a quickly as I was put into this horrifying state I was snapped back to my bike. Birds chirping the leaves hit the floor but something is different, I am in the market that was barely in eye sight just moments ago. I slam my brakes. Directing my unblinking eyes towards the ground I start to breath heavily. “What on Earth just happened?” My thoughts scatter, my heart begins to race, Darkness.
...est thing that ever happened to me. Whenever I tried to leave, something just brought me back inside through a different door. It was no tricks, my feet and everything else were the absolute same. I thought I was dreaming, but that is when Cameron told me something about our house I never knew. Whoever dies inside of that house, never gets to leave. It becomes your home forever, no matter if other humans buy or live there as well. Then a rush of panic came through my body. I wanted to ask so many questions. My parents lied to me, Cameron hadn't died last night. He had died much earlier, or else how would he have known about the house's secret? My eye caught a glimpse of a newspaper that was on the old, worn out living room table. The headline was "Teenager Cameron Michaels dead after killing family in his house." The same house that I was living in with my parents.