MY SHORT, SHORT STORIES BY T.N "LILLY" W-B

My short, short stories ~*~T.N "Lilly" W-B~*~

School's Bully

My mother always tells me to be home before dark but I never listened until one day when I was attacked on the

way home by someone from my school. "Tricia, come

down please, it getting late," Mom called from

downstairs, several times. My day began like any other

day, got dressed for school but couldn't find my favorite

lucky socks.

"Mom, do you see my red socks?" I asked as I walked

into the kitchen where she was making breakfast for

us both since it was just me and mom now since dad

had died two years ago from a car accident on his way

home from work, one rainy day. "Did you check the

dryer since you didn't fold the clothes like I asked you

to do yesterday." She said and kissed my cheek,

smiling.

Opening the closet door to the washer/dryer combo,

checking for my socks. "Aye, found them. Ok, when I

get home I'll fold and put them away. I promise,"

taking a seat at the kitchen table and pulling on my

socks and shoes." I said just as mom placed eggs and

bacon and toast on the table before me. "As long as you

come home before dark so don't idle after music

practice, ok?" she said taking the seat opposite from

me, pouring herself some coffee. "Mom you could

come pick me up and I wouldn't stay 'til dark." I

battered my eyelashes at her, smiling and she laughed.

"Nice try kiddo but you are old enough to know time,

just be more responsible." she took a sip of her coffee

then checked the clock on the wall. Finish eating, I was

out the front door waving later to mom.

The bus comes at 7:45a so I always reach to school by

8:15a. School was the usual, nothing special happened.

Classes were without incidents so very boring. Music

practice was fun but long. It was late but not dark as

yet so after music practice I went to the library to do

some studying for my finals, so it was only getting later

but since I have done it many times before it was no

worry. I always call my mom when I'm leaving and I

would call her every few blocks so she knows where I

am but I was always aware of my surroundings and it

wasn't dangerous.

Just as I got off the phone, a senior from my school

Rod step up to me. "Hey, Tricia." He said walking

beside me so close that is made me uncomfortable. I

didn't know he knew my name. "can I walk you home?"