Little Red

This is a story that I made for my english class, so I decided that I should share it on here. I don't know if it is good or not but...we'll see. 

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Little Red

       

“Can you get off that damn phone already and help me?!” My mother screamed.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to use my phone. I was texting a boy from my high school. I keep trying to drop  hints that I liked him more than a friend, but he is so clueless that he never gets them. While I was texting the boy if he wanted to go ice skate at the Rockefeller Center, my phone was ripped out of my hands.

“Hey!” I yelled, looking up to find my phone in my mother’s hand, “Give it back!”

I pushed myself off of my bed and tried to grab my phone from her, but to no avail.

“The only way you can get your phone back is by delivering something to grandma.” My mother stated.

My face turned into one with disgust and hate.

“No! I don’t want to do that!” I screamed “Please just give me back my phone, I have things to do, I need to know if he is going to say…”

“It’s either deliver the gift or you will never get your phone back.” My mother cut me off with a stern look on her face.

I looked at the clock to read 3:37pm.

“You are crazy if I’m going to make it back before night falls.” I said.

“Well, you better choose fast.” She replied staring me down.

I was stuck in an ultimatum, either I deliver the gift to that ragged old woman or never use my phone again, I knew what I had to do.

I sighed, “Fine, I’ll deliver it.”

My mother gave me a quick smile and signaled me to follow her. We headed into the kitchen, to find a basket with assorted goods and chocolate surrounded by plastic wrap. My mother grabbed the basket and handed it over to me, on the basket there was small note that said “Happy Birthday” on it.

“Do you know where grandma lives?” My mother asked with her back facing me.

“Not that I would remember.” I said sarcastically.

“Watch your tone, Red.” She said.

“I told you not to call me that.” I said bitterly.

My mother began scribbling something down on a piece of paper and then handed it over to me.

“Here, this is where grandma lives.” She said.

I looked down at the paper it read “75th and Amsterdam Room 4C”. I almost smiled at the reference, but caught myself before it showed. I started to walk out of the apartment building, but to see the sky filled with dark grey clouds. I went into my room quickly, to find anything I can wear just in case it snows. I looked around my room and in my closet I found a bright red hoodie. I grabbed it and quickly put it on myself. I grabbed the gift basket and went outside towards the streets.

“Weird.” I thought as I looked around, “There is nobody walking around during this time.”

I continued to look around, puzzled, but I quickly shrugged off the idea and began to walk. Walking around, I could see leaves on the trees ready to fall and the small little pigeons pecking around, cooing at every possible chance they can take. I suddenly realized…everything is so boring without my phone.