The Day My Family Disappeared
The worst day of my life I can remember would have to be the day my family disappeared. I was angry at my family, because their teasing had gone to far. I went to my room early and cried for an hour at the least. When I finally stopped I saw a shooting star and wished my family would disappear. I woke up the next morning to find everyone in my family was gone. Not dead just gone. The house was the same as the night before, and all the cars were in the driveway. I assumed they were just playing a horrible joke on me, but a day became two. That is when I decided to call each of my family member's phone numbers. I received no answer.
It has been a year exactly since all of this happened, and I know they are never coming back. Tonight though I saw another shooting star and wished they would come back. The next morning I heard my mom knock on my bedroom door and I was filled with relief.
I can tell you one thing I learned that night. Never wish on a shooting star in anger, because there are consequences
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A Book Of Short Stories
Ficción GeneralThis is a book for random short stories. Some of these are original, and others are originals. You can request for me to do a story if you would like. my only rule is NO SMUT. Fandoms I can do: Any Disney movie Supernatural Avengers Ouran high sch...
