Fiction

“ Too bad it's rainy out,” I said to my friend Wylie. We were just about to go outside and go on a walk. We decided that we would just put on our raincoats and deal with the rain.

Myla hid behind her hair as a giant crowd of people pushed each other to see her.
She hated this. She had to be fancy and she could never have fun. She could never be her real self.

I was walking through the woods and everything suddenly disappeared, I didn’t feel scared at all. It just happened. Then I realized there was this presence that was watching me. I could feel it watching me, yet I saw this object.

    This happened about a year ago. I was walking home from school one day on the street 45 Appleblossom Lane, when I saw a door on the ground.

  It's a small window, with wood frames and frozen glass. The outside is covered with ice, the inside warm next to the fire beside me. Trees sway outside, snow drifting off their branches.

Don’t you get it? I love you, Jay! I’ve loved you since you transferred here a year ago. Since you showed up to English class every day late for the first week you were here, because you couldn’t find the room and you were to shy to ask someone.

15 YEARS EARLIER

“Grandpa tell me another story,” I ask as I jump up and down in my bed.

“Haha, ok ok,” He said. “Once upon a time there was a group of adventurers,” my grandfather started.

Just a Sandwich 

Written by: Josie Haley 

“It’s just a sandwich, Kiara, do you really need this to get through finals?” 

If I were to relive one day over and over again, my day would be simple. It wouldn’t be a holiday or any special day in particular. Not one that is even that much different from every other day.

“BEEB BEEB BEEB”Luca´s alarm clock went off at nine in the morning.

            Every year everyone finds out how many years you have left to live. This year I only got one. All of my friends got over ten. I was the only one left out.

Myla was an ordianry girl. Well...mostly. She can read minds and she has photographic memory. She was made fun of and she had no friends because of it. Everywhere she went people were always staring and pointing at her.