Miscellaneous

My First Story

I found my old notebook with a bunch of stories in it-- including the first story I've ever written. It sucks, but I felt like posting it on here. It's the same idea as The Third Message, but it's older and suckier. Enjoy (even though you won't. P.S. I wrote this when I was nine. I did no revisions while typing this. It's the real deal.)

I walked into the house, still sshocked about what had just happened. I checked my cell phone, hoping he didn't find me, even when I had so carefully walked out.

3 New Messages, the phone blinked. I listened to the first one.

It was just Dad calling, asking if this weekend could be his weekend. I decided to call him later. I liked staying with Mom way better.

The second one was just my best friend, Becky, asking if we could go to the mall. Ugh.

It's not that I don't like Becky-- in fact, I love the kid to death-- it's shopping I hate. Becky loves it. You know what they say, opposites attract.

I dialed Dad's number, not wanting to have to know what the last message says, and if it's from him.

"Hey, Pumpkin" I could tell Dad's voice was sad because of the way it shook. I Knew he still loved Mom, even though they had gotten divorced over a month ago.

"Hey, Dad." Gosh, I hate my voice. It lets everyone in, especially at times when I needed their ignorance.

"So, about this weeken-"

"Yeah, I'd love it," I cut in. I wasn't ditching him this time.

"Ok, then," his voice said sadly. " I have to work alot this week, then, Bye, Honey."

I hung up and pressed 9, My speed dial for Becky.

"Yo. Can't make it to the phone right now. Leave a message after the fish. Gurgle gurgle." our secret messaged voicemail rang through the room. I deciphered the message, and it read:

Mom and Dad out fighting again. Can't go to mall. Sry, Amanda. It's about Nama again.

Becky's Grandma, Nana, had a heart attack about a year ago, and ever since her parents had been fight over her money, for she had never madeawill.

I breathed in and clicked the third message, realized I had been holding my breath, and breathed out deeply. I listened closely.

Hey, couldn't come over today, Amanda, had things to do. Tell your dad that I said hey.

I froze.

It was him.

He is Dad's friend, Willy, who has been stalking me for the past ten days.

I swallowed, remembering what he had done to my poor friend, Josh.

I stood like that for almost ten minutes, then I could finally move again. My shaky hand reached for the letter he sent me, with a secret code. When I used the letter, the message read;

I'm coming over today, Girly, have stuff to find. Tell your friends your having over i said hey.

I started shaking, for fear he would put me to the same end he did with Josh.

I dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" Gosh, they always sounded too calm, as if the people who called weren't about to die.

"I'm being stalked," good thing this wasn't a prank call. They would tell right away, the way my voice was shaking.

I told the calm voice everything, even how Willy had, in the most painful way, killed Josh.

"And what's his name?" she sounded as if nothing had happened. Tough croud.

"W-William Anetam," I stuttered, now terrified.

"He's already in jail."