Creative Writing Stories

Play Date

This is just a short story I wrote for creative writing class, it's not the best but I was pretty happy with it and wanted to share it. Please be kind with your words, I'm always open to constructive criticism. This book is mature and holds adult themes so be warned. Enjoy.

It was a perfect day, the sun was shining, there were no clouds in sight and there were kids all around, running and sliding down the slides. Swinging on the monkeybars and overall just having fun. As I look around I can see the parents keeping a good watch on all of their kids, that’s going to make it more difficult.

“Hi! Would you like to come and play with me? I want to swing but nobody else wants to play with me.”

The girl looks to be between the ages of five and ten, she’s not very big so she looks like she might have been a premature baby, and what did she say? Nobody else wants to play with her? That’s perfect.

“Sure! I’d love to play with you!”

We happily went to the swings and I started to push her, we exchanged names at the end of the day and for a week I would go to the park just to try and find her again, to try to get closer to her. At the end of the week she asked me to come to a sleepover.  Of course I agreed and that weekend I stayed over at her house, we played a lot of games, my favorite was hind and seek. We played it inside and outside, and of course we stayed up as late as we could before passing out. After the first sleepover it became a regular thing for me to spend the night at her house, but today was different, today her mom was more active around us, she kept trying to join in and just over all getting in the way. It’s annoying. Alisza and I were in the middle of a tea party when her mom walked in and interrupted us, again.

“Jilly, could I talk to you for a moment?”

I nodded my head to her and told Alisza I’d be right back. We walked downstairs and into the kitchen where I saw her pull out some cookies and a glass to pour milk into.

“Sorry for pulling you away, I just wanted to say thank you. This is probably the happiest I’ve seen Alisza in a long time, it’s just so nice to see her so happy, so thank you.”

She looked genuinely happy and that made me sick to my stomach, who does she think she is? She thinks Alisza is happy? How stupid.

“Well of course, but it’s not like I’m friends with her just because I thought I’d make her happy. I’m her friend because I like her as a person and that friendship is what makes her happy.”

Lying, something I’ve accustomed myself to.

“Such wise words for an eight year old, but yes, you are right, and I am eternally grateful.”

By the look in her eyes she was indeed grateful. I let out a polite ‘Mhm’ to acknowledge her and she told me I could go back to playing. For the next week Alisza’s mom kept bothering us and I’ve had enough. She never leaves now and it's no wonder Alisza doesn’t have any friends with an overbearing mom like her, I’ve already mapped out the house and where we can hide the body, but as I’ve suggested, it has to be the both of us making this decision. I want to do this with Alisza. Having a friend for the first time has made me want to do more together, I never realized how much fun it is to do things with another person, so this has to be something we do together as well. It’s currently six pm and we’re having a conversation about what we’re going to do, but she's reluctant to go through with the plan.

“I just don’t understand why we have to do it to my mom.”

This has been her main argument so far.

“I told you!” I whisper yelled at her. “She’s never going to leave us alone to have fun if we don’t make her leave us alone.”

This feels like the hundredth time I’ve explained this to her.