My short stories

Story 1

I ignored her the rest of the car ride home. I put my forehead in my palm and put both ear phones in. When we got home I grabbed the iPod and went up the stairs to the porch.

I'm done. I'm sick.

She unlocks the door and we step in, getting hit with the strong ripeness of the trash can. Mom waves a hand in front of her face "did you take out that trash like I told you to?!" I stared at her blankly. "No, you didn't tell me to-"

"Yes I did, take it out now." She threw her purse down on the table and sat on the couch. She lifted up her cup and gave it to me. "Get me some tea." I took it and went to the kitchen. I bagged up the trash then filled up her cup. I took the bag in one had, and her cup in the other. I hand her it to her which she takes greedily. I go to the door and open it. I take the trash to the trash can and throw it in. I return to the house.

If I do this, there's no turning back.

Mom comes out the from door with her purse and Emily. My sister is wearing her tumbling clothes. "I'm taking her to tumbling. Clean the kitchen, Feed the dogs and vacuum The living room." I went inside as the car turned on. I took her cup of tea and walk up stairs. I set it on the counter and take the pain reliever out.

This will surely ease my pain..

In twist the cap open and put about twelve in my hand, they were big. I could probably only take one at a time. I did that for all twelve. I returned to my room and picked up my case. I opened it. I got the bow out and tightened it. I got the shoulder rest and the violin out. I put on the shoulder rest and took out my music. Four pages long, I loved it. I put the violin on my shoulder and then picked up my bow. I took a deep breath and started playing. The first page was nice and slow, the second had a key change in the middle and the tempo went faster there. I kept playing. My stomach felt weird. I started rushing the song, my fingers hurt from pressing down on the string to hard. I looked at them when I had a rest: the are bleeding and the neck of my violin is stained. I continued and the dynamics got louder: the loudest part of the song was me hitting the floor.