The Girl, Part 3

the look of her pale face frightened me to know end. Her black eyes made it look like I was staring into the face of death.

The next thing I know I was on the ground laying face up. I presume the basketball I dropped scared her off. I pulled my lifeless body of the autumn ground. I attempt to get home as quick as I can as the maroon leaves crunch before my feet. I couldn’t see strait and everything looked as if it were covered in dew.

When I reached home I knew I was as safe as I could be. I plopped over onto my queen sized comfy mattress fully clothed. The intimidation made me drowsy before I even knew it I was in a deep slumber. But I could still hear what was going on. My mom and dad had gotten home from grocery shopping late. I heard them disregard my sleeping and not worry about waking me up.

The next morning I woke up, ate four packets of instants oatmeal, then one bowl of cereal before I was on my way to school. For I knew that day of school I might have some trouble.

5 Comments

  1. I really enjoyed your story. Great word choice! I like the idea of fiction instead of non-fiction.

  2. Wow, that was one great story. I usually like stories with twists and turns, so this is perfect for me!

  3. Your story was very interesting you should post the end.

  4. YES! An intense event like that will definitely wear you out. I can imagine you would go home and crash out. Great descriptive adjectives. The “maroon leaves crunch” is the best. Good stuff!

  5. Your story had lots of detail and got my attention

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