Random Story!

The door slammed behind her, making all the unstable objects piled on the shelves of her garage rattle. She stormed out the open garage and onto her old, cracked driveway. When she hit the end of the driveway her forceful walk turned into a mad sprint up the street. The cool December air whipped her face and burned her lungs. She turned left and continued running to the top of the giant hill her small town was built on. Jumping over the cracked cement parking blocks she finally made it behind the aged, worn building.

The spot had become frequently visited by her lately, she thought, as she slumped down onto the cold pavement. I sheltered her from the wind, and everything else. Still breathing heavily, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, almost instantly it started vibrating. She already knew who it was, she’d been through this many times before. She longed for something interesting, anything to end the boring cycle that she lived by. Get up, go to school, get home, get yelled at, go to sleep, repeat. She chucked the still vibrating phone onto the blacktop that had become grey. It crashed against the hard frozen ground and the keypad separated from the screen.

She pulled the worn sleeves of her sweatshirt over her freezing hands and flipped the hood over her long brown hair. She breathed out heavily and made her way to forest that was now consuming the abandoned building. The forest was easy to navigate and she quickly made it to the large old oak tree in the middle of the forest. She grabbed onto the thick grey branch and swung herself up. This was her favorite place to think up stories, but right now all she could think about was her parents. And how angry at them she was. So she climbed higher, in the hopes of leaving the useless thoughts below her.

This winter had been particularly dry, but as spine-chillingly cold. It had frozen last light, leaving a thin layer of ice over almost everything. Including the tall old oak tree. Climbing the grand tree like a ladder, something caught her eye. It was a raven. She had never seen a raven before and was somewhat stunned by its beauty. It had glossy black features and s long crooked shiny black beak that seemed to shine in the overcast sky. Before she was done absorbing the creatures beauty it flew away. Carried away gracefully by long elegant wings. As she neared the top of the big dead oak, she began to ponder why she had seen the raven, they aren’t native to where she was.

It happened quickly, one false step had caused her to loose her balance. She clingged onto one of the oak’s strong branches but it has a smooth even coating of ice. Her hand failed to grip onto the branch and she fell backwards.