Short stories

English 8"Suspenseful Narrative"

I sit on the checkered blanket underneath the old Dogwood tree, looking up at the grand victorian style house that I call home. It is in a line with several other vintage houses. It is early in the morning and I have come outside to clear my head. I look up as a moving truck pulls into the vacant house next door's driveway. The house had been empty for some time and it was good that someone had finally bought it. I decide that it must be time to go back inside and try to catch some more sleep, not to mention that people had shown up next door and I'm still in my pajamas. I stand up and trudge my way back into the house.

After two more hours of restless sleep, I finally rise for good. I grapple with a top and some leggings and pull my hair into a ponytail. Today we are going to drive to the countryside because it is the first day of summer break. We own a small farm house that we haven't visited for a while, which is the ideal place for our vacation.

I tread carefully down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. My mom stands at the counter making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I look at the people standing in my kitchen. There's my mom, Barbara; my dad, Rick; my brother, Cameron; and me, Daisy. I look at the clock and notice that it is only eight in the morning. Mom finishes the sandwiches and we all pile into the car.

We arrive at the sunny house and it looks exactly as I remember. The white paint made the dark blue shutters stand out brilliantly against the paler blue backdrop of the sky. I stroll across the path and reach the large, dark oak door. I ease it open and step on to the hardwood floors. I rush up the stairs into my bedroom. It is light pink with a mint green trim. I set my bags on my bed and prepare to start the next few weeks of relaxation and fun.

Time skip- end of summer.

As we finish packing all of our things into the car I stand staring at the house. I'm going to miss it, but hopefully we will be back again next summer. My mom yells for me to come sit in the car because a slight rain has started to fall. The easy mountain roads might turn riskey if too much rain comes down.

We are about half way home. The rain has started coming down in thick sheets and is making it extremely hard to see. Even though the headlights are on the road is shrouded in a compact fog. The lines on the road become fainter as we move on to less traveled roads. I rest my head on the door and drift off.

I am woken up by our car lurching hard to the right. I reach out and take my mother's hand, she is sitting in the back with me while Cameron sits in the front with my dad. The car lurches again, and then swerves sharply. The last thing I know is the stinging mountain cliff, the sound of our car crunching, and then darkness.

I wake up in a strange room, wondering where I am. As I slowly come to my senses I realise that I am in a hospital. I glance at the nurse that is checking my vitals.

"What happened?" I ask her.

"What do you remember, S sweetums?" sShe asked me.

"Well, I was in the car and then... I guess we crashed?" I whisper. I pause for a minute. "Where is my family?"

She turns the lights off and leaves.