Fiction

One day, there was a little girl named Sally, who had plans to go to the beach with her mom and dad, Ashley and Ted.

Burden
    

“What are we going to do!? She is going to find out!”

“No she won't, we need to keep calm. Act natural.”

“Act natural? Act natural! We are so close and it’s all crumbling around us! All she has to do is ask Lola and-”

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She crept silently along the sides of the wall. you can do it, you can do- she looked down and regretted it. O god. I'm going to die, and no one will know.

One day. Quiet and calm. One word. One name. Forbidded but never said. But this time it was. The day was a cold and windy November day. Typical weather in Waterville, Maine.

I stand in the middle of the room, sound echoing off the high ceilings. People were everywhere. The din is unbearable. I spin in a circle, looking for a place to hide from all the noise. Nowhere. Only open floor and a sea of people.

Tomorrow, I hope…

This is a short story I wrote for English class. I don't have a title yet so I'm open to suggestions on that and on how to improve my story.

Prologue    They didn’t expect it to happen like that. They wondered what life would do to them after. They feared life more than ever. They lived in a world of caution. No one was able to rebuild themselves.

"Look, it's lava!" Emerson exclaims in alarm, pointing with her small hand to the narrow stream ahead, flowing with the bubbling amber liquid, that seems to shimmer more radiantly in the darkness of the cave.