It Happens For A Reason-2Section 2- Let The Games BeginIt Happens For A Reason-2
“Uhg. I’m seriously hungry!” My dad gave me the evil eye. “Ok! Back off.” We drove up to the highway. “Excuse me sir, this road has major damage, you’ll have to find another way.” My dad didn’t say anything to the officer; he rolled up the window and drove off. “THAT IS THE FOURTH TIME I HAVE HEARD THAT TODAY! GET REAL!” He hit that gas and my mom freaked. “Rick, eyes on the road! Look out for that car!” THAT car is fifteen feet in front of us. Uhg…parents. Garrett was being extremely silent. It was…weird. We followed another
It Happens For A ReasonSection 1-The StormIt Happens For A Reason
The trees whipped back and forth. Crack. A tree fell. There goes another. Trees were falling left and right, the wind cracked at the speed of light, and lighting hit every couple seconds. There was no stopping this storm. In the fourteen years I have lived year, I have never se…Sirens. I hear tornado sirens. What the heck is going on? “Ryan! Get in the bathroom, now! There’s a tornado watch and they say it’s coming in fast! GO!” Come on! Get real! My mom freaks about every little thing, this is just another one of those freakish moments. I slowly walked to the bathroom.
Why Me? -Chapter 12--Chapter 12-Why Me? -Chapter 12-
12PM, the phone; I smiled and went to answer it. “Hey.” said Jackie. “Hey back.” I replied. We talked and talked and talked some more, we discussed everything that’s happened to us and how we’ve accidentally met many times before this. We were both instantly in love. I invited her over. She came right away.
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1PM, a knock; she was here. I ran to the door, opened it to find her standing there. I instantly started to make out with her. That’s all we did for about 30 minutes. It was so great to finally have someone in my l
The RoomThe room was small, built in the shape of a sphere. The walls, floor and ceiling were all painted a bright, blinding white, creating a cold and unfeeling setting. There was no visible discrepancy to the sphere’s shape. There was nothing else in the room, and it was kept lit by an unidentifiable source of light. There were no windows, and the only door that led outside blended in seamlessly with the walls. There was no way to tell left from right, front from back. And in the middle of the sphere sat a man.The Room
His raven black hair was long, dirty and fell to his shoulders in matted locks. He wore a plain white shirt, or at least a shi
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My collective memory is in shambles, and so are my scruples. I'm outside your window, throwing rocks at the moon.
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