Tick Tock Tick Tock. The sharp sound of the ancient clock clicked impossibly loud as Mrs. Varian attempted to get her lecture about the scientific method through our heads. Usually, I was a pretty good student and would try to take notes on what I could make out of her fast-paced lectures, but today was different. As I toyed with my pencil, the questionable conversation I had with Beatrice Rossiter, my close friend, filled my head. She was acting quite weird, as if she was trying to warn me about a terrible storm that was about to crash into my life. The students' chatter was almost deafening in the crowded hallways. Bea and I could barely walk side by side, or rather me walking awfully slow and Bea limping and hobbling next to me. As I moved sluggishly, I took a glance at Bea's deformed body from the car crash that happened a few months ago. I winced thinking at the agony she must've had to endure and also for the torment that the police hadn't "found anything" to who the culprit was. …show more content…
"Hey, guess what?
I'm going to get a surgery at John Hopkins! They said they might even be able to restore my whole face the way it was if they can." Bea said weakly, followed quickly with a cough that made it sound like she had a severe case of strep throat. "Some person named 'Amanda Valentino' donated a bunch of money for it." Startled by the abrupt yet wonderful news, I looked at Bea's smiling face. "That's amazing! I can't believe you're getting the surgery you wanted, for like, months! Still, do you know who this 'Amanda Valentino' is? She could be a murder that stole the money and is running from the law right now." A brief smirk appeared on Bea's before she looked at me straight in the eye, and wheezed, "Amanda is a pretty nice person. I've met her a couple of times, and she's been immensely interested in my life story. She's done numerous things to figure out who the criminal is to the
incident." "Huh, uh... That's pretty swell, I guess. Anyway, we're right in front of my class. Catch you later!" I mumbled hastily, a bit dazed from the highly defensive response from the usually laid-back Bea I knew. She had always been caring but I never thought of her as the type to speak up for someone. Before I was able to enter the dreadful world of Mr. Masterdon's classroom, Bea swiftly clutched on to the sleeve of my blouse, prohibiting me from going anywhere. "Monica, just because someone looks safe doesn't mean that they always are, okay? Keep that in my mind." Bea then shuffled into her class, leaving me stunned at how straightforward and out-of-character she was today.
She didn’t wake up every morning, happy to go to the school and learn more things, instead she felt terrified wondering what was going to happen to her. Some days were not as bad like the others but there was some days that Melba could've really got hurt but she always found a way out without getting too injured. Kids just kept taunting her every moment of the day and the worst part was the teachers didn’t do anything about it. Even though they know she is a child too and that they should care that because she could get badly hurt and it would be the teacher's fault because they didn’t do anything about it or to stop
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
Five minutes later we were out the door. Cecile despised us now she kicked us out of her house with no money whatsoever. Now it was just Vonetta, Fern, and I who were three girls out on the dangerous streets with no money. The first thing I knew I should do is to comfort my sisters. It was my fault that I got us into this mess. Then Vonetta cut in and stopped my train of thought. Literally, she banged me on the head. That bang was the kind of bang was the one we gave each other if something bad happened because one of us did something that caused it. “Why didn’t you break up our fight like you always do Delphine?” asks Vonetta harshly. I had an answer but I knew they wouldn’t like it. “ Yeah!” Fern grunted angrily. At that moment because of ...
“It’s okay, I’m sure you will get more food soon! Try and look on the bright side.” Nellie said patting her on the back.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Vicki: “Well, I just found out that she stole her purse and stole some other things about people.”
“When we left for the hospital she ran after me, got into the van, and she was very happy.”
“Damn Bobby, stop being so suspicious,” Marty answered swatting away his assertions. “She’s just a nice girl who works hard and wants to be a model.”
All that could be heard was the distant wail of an ambulance siren, which rent the bitter evening air like a butcher’s knife through a carcass. It would’ve been hard to believe that only minutes ago the place had been alive with crowds and commotion and excitement; for now it stood empty. It seemed that time itself had stopped: that every clock, timepiece, wristwatch in the world had ceased to tick.
I pranced my way over to her before beginning my speech. "Hello, Marina." I smiled, "How would you like to make a deal?" I asked my smile growing bigger as I tilted my head and squeezed my eyes
"What's this 'her' crap? When did you get the operation? Hey, that would explain the subject of your 'short piece of fiction'".
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” declared Alice. “What happened to you?” she asked again.
“Why won’t you let me tell you the rest?” Beverly asked and looked at Marlene with tears pouring down her cheeks.
So nervous I had a bit of a shake to me, a constant shake that I’d almost grown accustomed to. I grab the cold metal door handle and pull it open. I walk through the door with a mountain of stress weighing me down. Stress from senior year, stress from work, and especially stress from not hearing back from the college I wanted to go to. As I enter there are pictures covering the wall to my right, a few more steps and I look to my right and I see Mrs.Sivets old desk, now replaced with a stranger. I continue walking and peer into offices filled with familiar faces, until I reach Coach Knapp’s room.
“Thanks, Ambur, for letting us visit,” said Lucinda. “Please let us know as soon as Honeysuckle goes in labor.”