The Phone Call - Short Story

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The Phone Call - Short Story She ran, not knowing where she was heading. The only thoughts in her head at that time were "Must run! Must keep going. Can't stop!" She was starting to regret eating the snack earlier. As she hardly ate a thing, the tiniest morsel of food could seem like she had eaten a three course meal. But if she had known before about what was going to happen she would have lost her minute appetite. But she couldn't have known it was going to go pear-shaped, could she? It had started out as a normal November morning, chilly and breezy, with the lazy sun not quite quenching the thirst for sunlight from the grass. The girl had set off for school, Cliffmont High School, at about 7:00am, her usual time. It was only a mile walk to the bus stop, but it took her a good fifteen minutes. She lived in the outskirts of Detroit, in a place known as Plady Way. It was not the friendliest area. Arriving at school was something the girl enjoyed very much. She liked to make an entrance. As it set off, she could hear the engine whispering quietly underneath her, while the heating purred loudly, like a cat being stroked under its chin. At the next stop, a girl got on. She had not been at the school before and everyone was curious to find out who she was. She was pretty, though she had unusual features. She had wide, staring, deep blue eyes, a perfect nose, and full lips. Her hair was long, a nice medium brown. She was slim, with long legs, and perfectly manicured hands. Her name was Lyla. Lyla sat down, six rows from the back, right opposite the girl, and stared at her inquisitively. "Hi, I'm Lyla!" She stated, and then ad... ... middle of paper ... ...painful, and Lyla was covering her mouth. Lyla reached down and got a pillow from under the bed. The girl wriggled, struggling to get free. Out in the waiting area, the girl's parents had arrived. The nurse was leading them through. They passed a relaxed, pretty girl with unusual features; wide, staring, deep blue eyes, a perfect nose, and full lips. She was calmly heading for the hospital exit. The parents carried on walking. "I think she might be still asleep," the nurse informed them, "but you can go and sit by her if you want." All three entered the room. The girl's eyelids were closed, but her chest was no rising and falling like it was meant to. The nurse looked at the monitor, and saw with alarm that there were two straight lines on the screen. It was producing a monotonous bleeping tone. Cammy was dead.

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