Gone.
Gone. Everyone is gone. Have I done something to deserve this? It all happened April 5th, one very gloomy morning.
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"Mom? Dad? Lily? Hello?,"I shouted through the house.
Did they leave already? I went downstairs to eat breakfast. Oh well, i thought, at least now i can finally have peace and quiet. I looked through the refrigerator to find some milk. The lightbulb was out.
"Need to change the bulb, already?",I asked myself. After I ate breakfast, I got dressed and brushed my teeth. I looked at the clock. It read 7:03. Iquickly got my backpack and my house keys.
"Bye, Mo-,"I started to shout as I exit the house. Right, no ones home. I quickly got my bike out of the garage and pedaled to school. As I pedaled, I thought about the new store near my house, that blasted loud music at night. After Tuesday, I haven't heard them at all. I wonder why? I questioned myself. As i got to the school, I looked around. The parking lot was completely empty. As i approched the gate,that surrounded our school, it seemed to be locked.
"Holiday?",I worried. I took a deep breath.
"Holiday," I said reasurring myself. I pedaled back to my house, acually looking around the small town of Venity. It looked completely deserted. Like a ghost-town.
"Hello?",I shouted,like i did back home.
Help... I turned around. Nothing. As i turned to pedal back, i heard it again.
"Help...", someone said, distantly. I wasn't alone.
"Please, keep talking!",I yelled at the voice.
"Help!", said the voice. As i turned to Maple St, the voice got louder and louder.
"Help! Help!", a male voice cried out. And as i turned a corner, i saw a boy my age, surrounded by -mutants? Their bodies were scalely, yet they looked half feline. And hungery. As he turned sideways, he seemed quite familiar. Suddenly, recognition hit me, like a mysterious raindrop on a sunny day.
"Marco...", I said, breathlessly. He turned around and saw me.
"Marina, luv, help!", he cried. Then he was gone. I was alone........Thats it. And of course my dedication goes to my teacher. And i can't stop thanking her. I really can't. If you guys want another please comment UPDATE.
P.S. Happy B-day Mrs. Jackson!!!
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Stuff I wrote for (most likely) English
Mystery / ThrillerThis is one of the few short stories I have turned in. I'll probably just write some of the essays I turned in. ......And yeah.