Story Title: “Breakfast”

When I got to my sister’s house we were starving. She turned on his gas stove and grabbed a pan. 

“You got any bacon and eggs in the fridge?” I asked my sister asked. 

“Yup, here you go.” 

My sister cranked up the flame, it seemed hungry. Then she threw the bacon and eggs on the pan. A couple of pieces of shell fell on the stove, but I watched as the flames hungrily burned them up. 

“Nathan, grab some plates” 

I grabbed some plates out of the cabinet, I’m sure they were clean, but I wiped them with a paper towel for sanitary purposes. I was so thirsty, that I didn’t want to wait for the eggs and bacon, so I just grabbed the milk carton and poured some for my sister and me. 

I decided to help by slicing a hunk of bread with my butter knife. We quickly ate in silence, the only time we talked to each other was when we both finished eating. And we talked about what to do for lunch, packed up, and got ready for school.

It was a good morning. /END

bus story (probably)

I always had my eyes on this one girl who was always by herself. I never had the bravery to talk to her during class but I created a goal that I would talk to her before school ended. There were always rumors about her, but I know that’s not true and it started on a Spring Field Trip. I was with my friends and we were heading onto the bus but I saw an empty spot next to the girl. 

“I think I’ll sit somewhere else today, sorry”, I said.

“Why? We always sit together”

“Oh, it’s because there is no space for me there anyway, so I thought I would sit somewhere else. Just for today though because there is no other motive than to sit in an empty spot”, I desperately tried to make an excuse.

“Okay, that’s fine”

“Really?”

“Really”

I walked to the front of the bus and sat down next to her. There was a lot of silence.

“Hello there”

“…”

“Hello?”

“Hmm”, She did not even look in my direction and continued to read her book. I tapped her shoulder to get her attention and she closed the book at last.

“What do you want?” She said with a face that screamed “annoying”

“Sorry”, I repented.

“Sorry for what?”

“…”

“If I tell you why I’m ignoring you, will you stop bothering me”

“Yes”, I eagerly replied. Despite how I look, I love reading and stories.

“So it was when I was just 7 years old”, she started. I was just playing with my dad when he collapsed. My mom said he got an illness just after I was born and it was getting worse and worse. I was playing with my toys again because I was too young to understand death. When my mom came into my room and told me the bad news. That my dad was dead. I was depressed for a while. “I vowed never to let myself feel that way again, so I didn’t bother to get close to anyone.”

“Wow. What a sob story.”

“So that is why I don’t want to be friends with you”, she said.

“You know. Something like that happened to me once, but not as bad as yours.”

“…”

“But what I’m trying to say is, letting go of the hardships in your past, is the true way to become free”, I stuttered a bit. How uncool of me.

She paused for a moment and mouthed, “Thanks”

And just like that, we became friends.

(this is fictional, though I wished I met someone like this 😭) /END

Attack of the birds

It was during the lunch period when the worst thing happened. I was sitting on one of the benches waiting for one of my friends to get out because I got PE fourth period. Yesterday the school sent on Titan saying, “Watch out for birds, stay under the roofs to stay safe”. Of course, I didn’t listen because everybody else was in the bowl or the grass.

“So, what did you get for your math quiz?” my friend asked.

“Uh, my math quiz?” I asked. “We had one?”

“The one we had yesterday”

“Ha ha, that’s hilarious, because I don’t remember having a test”

But right when my friend was going to give me advice for a game we both played, some birds attacked me. They stole my food and bullied me and my friend had to take me to the nurse’s office. I should have done more exercise. I stayed asleep until the end of the day bell rang.

“Bro, no way a bunch of birds beat you up and stole your lunch” He laughed.

Just then my stomach growled loudly. “It was a bunch of seagulls and why are seagulls in here in the first place!?” I asked. 

“Oh, by the way, for your fifth and sixth periods. You had a 100-point test and now you have to retake it during lunch” He replied casually.

I looked down and started to wonder what the purpose of life was because now my lunch break was taken away. As if My freedom and stomach are screaming at me, yelling even. “Form a rebellion!!! Tests are boring and force you to fail”. I fainted and my friend had to carry me back home. /END

Weirdest Dream

Clink chink chink! I am a senior at Fountain Valley High School. Yesterday, I was playing a video game but I was so bad at a video game that they banned me. I figured that because I failed my final exam and got a weird score, I thought I could be able to drain my stress and worries by playing video games. I got into a lobby with this weird lobby which consisted of some really strange people and I might have said something that got me banned, so now I’m at a shrine asking for the weird gamer gods for help. (This is fictional*)

I clapped my hands and got into the praying position, “Dear whoever, please get me out of my elo, I can’t handle these weird players”. I opened my eyes and saw a weird severed head in front of me. “Am I already in the afterlife?”

“No, you are not, my weird gamer child” He said as he ascended from the ground. “I am the almighty weird gamer god that you seek which is speaking in a very godly tone”. 

“A ghost?” I asked. I wiped my eyes with Windex and pinched myself multiple times in a ton of sensitive areas, just to be sure of it. “The weird gamer god?”

“Yes a god”, he said. “And I came to tell you that, what you are wishing for will never be granted for you have failed your finals, and that is final”. He sounded just like my mom just now. “And for that, instead of weird unreal gamer god powers, you’ll get a few spankings” He spun me around, bent me over, used his slipper, and, BANG!

I woke up from the impact, checked my pants, and contemplated what I would have for breakfast. It was a normal day for a normal high school boy./END

A Real Pity

When I was a kid, I thought that sympathy was kindness, but in reality, it is just the feeling of relief that you aren’t in the same situation as them. It’s like if you went to the supermarket and saw a person without a home holding a cardboard sign. I would feel pity for them but I remembered that some people are fake homeless for easy money. 

“Hey, Mom. Why is there a person on the side of the road?”, I asked. 

“Well, that is what happens when you don’t study and do good in school”, she replied. “So do good in school, okay?”

“Uh huh”

That was when I realized that some people are homeless because of bad choices or are homeless because of their parents. I thought to myself that when I grew up, I would go around and give donations to the poor. Even if they are faking. I don’t want to abandon a person in need and regret it for the rest of my life. But for now, I turn my back against them and just feel pity./END