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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Mystery
- Published: 05/14/2018
My Mysterious Life
Born 2008, F, from Kalamazoo, Mi, United StatesMy Mysterious Life
It all happened last summer. My parents died, in a car accident. As a 6 year old, you don't really understand. Everything felt numb. I thought my parents had gone on vacation, but they never came back. I had no other family so, I moved in with my aunt. Years went by and no sign of my parents. My Aunt never talked about the accident. I’m 15 now. A regular, boring 15 year old. My Aunt is never home, and when she is home she's sleeping. She’s usually getting drunk and going home with randoms. I sit at home wondering when she will get back. Sometimes it's a couple of hours and other times it’s days. Yesterday she came home. She was hungover and stumbling around the kitchen, yelling at me to clean up the dishes from god knows when.
I found out about my parents at the age of 10. Old library books told me. I remember asking my Aunt about the accident, she wouldn't say anything. I haven't researched any more since. “Willow can you feed the cat tonight? And don't forget TO CLEAN THE DISHES!” she screamed to me before running out the door. A floral scent lingered as the door slammed. I rolled my eyes getting off the couch and onto my feet. The kitchen tile was cold when I walked onto it. I always listen to music when I eat dinner. I think it's mainly because I'm lonely and have no one to talk to. I have a cat, but trying to have an actual conversation with him is far too hard. I stood at the stove making grilled cheese and heating tomato soup. Fleetwood Mac played in the background. The sound of birds chirping would fill the air here and there as they sat in the colorful trees.
After eating I cleaned the dishes so “the Drunk” would not yell at me. I walked to my bedroom and plopped onto my bed staring at the white ceiling. “If only they were still here” I thought. I started to cry and rolled over onto my pillow. My room felt cold, like I was lying on a concrete slab. The clock read 6:11, my Aunt would be home in a couple of hours. I got up, pulling boots onto my feet and put my coat over my shoulders. The cat followed me to the door until I slammed it in his little face. Fall always made me feel happy, it was the season my parents loved! I walked down the sidewalk watching kids and dogs run around in their yards. A family down the street played together, laughter and smiles filled their souls. The closest town was about a mile away from my home. I usually go to the library and get a coffee. I enjoy reading , there isn't very many things to do otherwise. I don't go to school, the school systems here are terrible and my Aunt believes I shouldn't go. So, I read.
A door bell rang as I walked into the library. “Hello Willow! I pulled a few books for you today!” Mrs. Withers the librarian said to me. Mrs. Withers is kind of like my teacher, she teaches me quite a bit and constantly pulls books for me. The books today were biology science books which don't interest me a bit. I went upstairs pulling out an old case book, my parents book. Flipping past the page I stopped at 5 years ago. The bookmark was still there with my initials on it. I ripped out all the pictures when I was younger, so the gore would not effect me anymore. The death of 30 year old William Smith and his spouse Maria Smith headlined the top. I skimmed down the same thing I've read. I never thought my parents death was actually because of a car accident. I have always had this sort of feeling that made me think it was wrong. I took a sip of my warm coffee and continued reading ...Died on August 9th, 1976. On south 26th at 7:00 in the evening. My parents were coming home from a dinner. My stomach ached reading the book again. I pulled a different book out reading the top. ... The Death of William and Maria Smith, Murder or Car Accident? I squinted re reading what the headline said. Murder? I continued reading, my head throbbing with heat. Couple Found in their Car Dead Yesterday has the Community in an Uproar. Could This be a Murder? I thought to myself, “How could this be possibly true?”
The clock read 9:30, my Aunt would be home any second. I slammed the book shut and rushed home. The fall air felt cold on my face as I sprinted. I got home and my Aunt had brought another drunk home. “Willow this is Jas..” I ran past her before she could finish. I paced back and forth over and over until I could get my head straight. Murder? Why wouldn't my Aunt tell me about anything. The next morning I sprinted back to the library, opening the case back up. Jason Fredricks in Court Today for Possibly Murdering the Smith Couple Last Week. A shiver went down my spine. Jason was a family friend of my Dad’s. I knew something was wrong with the man, but why my parents? Why did he murder my parents? Something wasn't right. A murder case covered up by a car accident. I stared across the table at no one. I just sat there. Cold.
I got up and walked back home to my Aunt. She was actually awake and normal. Questions were flowing inside my brain like a waterfall. “What happened to my parents? Were they murdered?” My eyes widened and a silence clouded the room. “What?” I looked down at my feet, every inch of my being was shaking. “Willow, Willow, Willow... we have gone over this so many times. Your parents died in a car accident,” she explained. As she grabbed a beer out of the fridge I shook my head “NO”. She stared at me. “Why are you asking about this?” “The books.. they told me. They told me that it was a murder covered up by a car accident. Is that why you never talked about it?” She sighed “You can't say a word to anyone about this. Your parents were murdered nights before the car was found. The town was scared, a serial killer.” She cried out before she could finish. I got up, screaming, and ran to my bedroom. Murder?
My Mysterious Life(Avery Brininger)
My Mysterious Life
It all happened last summer. My parents died, in a car accident. As a 6 year old, you don't really understand. Everything felt numb. I thought my parents had gone on vacation, but they never came back. I had no other family so, I moved in with my aunt. Years went by and no sign of my parents. My Aunt never talked about the accident. I’m 15 now. A regular, boring 15 year old. My Aunt is never home, and when she is home she's sleeping. She’s usually getting drunk and going home with randoms. I sit at home wondering when she will get back. Sometimes it's a couple of hours and other times it’s days. Yesterday she came home. She was hungover and stumbling around the kitchen, yelling at me to clean up the dishes from god knows when.
I found out about my parents at the age of 10. Old library books told me. I remember asking my Aunt about the accident, she wouldn't say anything. I haven't researched any more since. “Willow can you feed the cat tonight? And don't forget TO CLEAN THE DISHES!” she screamed to me before running out the door. A floral scent lingered as the door slammed. I rolled my eyes getting off the couch and onto my feet. The kitchen tile was cold when I walked onto it. I always listen to music when I eat dinner. I think it's mainly because I'm lonely and have no one to talk to. I have a cat, but trying to have an actual conversation with him is far too hard. I stood at the stove making grilled cheese and heating tomato soup. Fleetwood Mac played in the background. The sound of birds chirping would fill the air here and there as they sat in the colorful trees.
After eating I cleaned the dishes so “the Drunk” would not yell at me. I walked to my bedroom and plopped onto my bed staring at the white ceiling. “If only they were still here” I thought. I started to cry and rolled over onto my pillow. My room felt cold, like I was lying on a concrete slab. The clock read 6:11, my Aunt would be home in a couple of hours. I got up, pulling boots onto my feet and put my coat over my shoulders. The cat followed me to the door until I slammed it in his little face. Fall always made me feel happy, it was the season my parents loved! I walked down the sidewalk watching kids and dogs run around in their yards. A family down the street played together, laughter and smiles filled their souls. The closest town was about a mile away from my home. I usually go to the library and get a coffee. I enjoy reading , there isn't very many things to do otherwise. I don't go to school, the school systems here are terrible and my Aunt believes I shouldn't go. So, I read.
A door bell rang as I walked into the library. “Hello Willow! I pulled a few books for you today!” Mrs. Withers the librarian said to me. Mrs. Withers is kind of like my teacher, she teaches me quite a bit and constantly pulls books for me. The books today were biology science books which don't interest me a bit. I went upstairs pulling out an old case book, my parents book. Flipping past the page I stopped at 5 years ago. The bookmark was still there with my initials on it. I ripped out all the pictures when I was younger, so the gore would not effect me anymore. The death of 30 year old William Smith and his spouse Maria Smith headlined the top. I skimmed down the same thing I've read. I never thought my parents death was actually because of a car accident. I have always had this sort of feeling that made me think it was wrong. I took a sip of my warm coffee and continued reading ...Died on August 9th, 1976. On south 26th at 7:00 in the evening. My parents were coming home from a dinner. My stomach ached reading the book again. I pulled a different book out reading the top. ... The Death of William and Maria Smith, Murder or Car Accident? I squinted re reading what the headline said. Murder? I continued reading, my head throbbing with heat. Couple Found in their Car Dead Yesterday has the Community in an Uproar. Could This be a Murder? I thought to myself, “How could this be possibly true?”
The clock read 9:30, my Aunt would be home any second. I slammed the book shut and rushed home. The fall air felt cold on my face as I sprinted. I got home and my Aunt had brought another drunk home. “Willow this is Jas..” I ran past her before she could finish. I paced back and forth over and over until I could get my head straight. Murder? Why wouldn't my Aunt tell me about anything. The next morning I sprinted back to the library, opening the case back up. Jason Fredricks in Court Today for Possibly Murdering the Smith Couple Last Week. A shiver went down my spine. Jason was a family friend of my Dad’s. I knew something was wrong with the man, but why my parents? Why did he murder my parents? Something wasn't right. A murder case covered up by a car accident. I stared across the table at no one. I just sat there. Cold.
I got up and walked back home to my Aunt. She was actually awake and normal. Questions were flowing inside my brain like a waterfall. “What happened to my parents? Were they murdered?” My eyes widened and a silence clouded the room. “What?” I looked down at my feet, every inch of my being was shaking. “Willow, Willow, Willow... we have gone over this so many times. Your parents died in a car accident,” she explained. As she grabbed a beer out of the fridge I shook my head “NO”. She stared at me. “Why are you asking about this?” “The books.. they told me. They told me that it was a murder covered up by a car accident. Is that why you never talked about it?” She sighed “You can't say a word to anyone about this. Your parents were murdered nights before the car was found. The town was scared, a serial killer.” She cried out before she could finish. I got up, screaming, and ran to my bedroom. Murder?
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