Anyone have enough time to read part of my short novel?
I’m just a kid, and I’ve posted something like this before. But I’m just a lousy kid, but for my age I think my story is pretty good! The only think I need to fix is that my story is going a little too fast.
Grant’s parents left for work two and a half hours ago at five AM. His brother got on his bus about a half an hour ago. Grant’s elementary school bus came around eight. He was down stairs in the basement messing around on Yahoo and talking to his friends before he went to school. No one was home. But why was he hearing footsteps upstairs?
“It’s just the dogs!”, he thought. “These aren’t scampering paws, these are two feet.” Something was very wrong. “Maybe it’s just Janet coming over before school starts to complete some unfinished homework?” Janet was a very polite young girl. She always knocked first. Grant closed out of his computer and rolled over to the door of the office in his wheeled office chair. He locked the door, and got up and went to the opposite side of the room. These unknown feet where making their way down the stairs.
Grant could feel the hair on his neck rise. He had an idea who this was already. The door knob began to jiggle. Grant might as well have peed his pants. “This can’t be happening!”
Sean doesn’t know where I live! He only knew my number somehow..” The door knob stopped moving. All was quiet. Right before Grant thought he could breath again he heard an all too familiar voice. A voice he feared more than the elusive monster in his closet. A voice he only heard on the phone when Sean called and tried to scare him. “Open the door.”, came a calm, low voice from the other side.
Grant made no move for the door. Right before he brought himself to speak, he heard a strange noise. Something scraping along the floor? The love seat outside the door, by the TV, it was moving! It was a small, leather chair with a burgundy shade. Grant heard a grunt from outside the door. Then a… Crash!! The door was smashed to toothpicks. A short, familiar body stepped over the door and walked into the office. He had a small, white bottle and a towel in his hands. A buzz cut head with Asian decent. This man was only seen in pictures sent to him on the internet.
“I told you to open the door.”, said Sean. “leave me alone!!”, Grant yelled, then made a run for the nearby closet to hide in. This man was short, but he was still a mighty blow for Grant. In an instant, Sean was on Grant. His squirming was no match for a full grown adult. The wet towel was pressed against Grant’s mouth and nose. “Chloroform?”, Grant thought? “I read about that in the library the other day. It knocks you out!”, Grant thought.
He squirmed for his life, but then he went limp. As the buss passed by, Grant was over the shoulder of Sean, soon to in the trunk of his car, then to parts unknown. Luckily for Sean, the Schellin’s had large cut hedges around their driveway. Perfect. After putting his catch in the trunk of his car, he took off his latex gloves and pulled a road map out of his pocket.
“San Jose, here we come!, Said Sean to himself. He then got in his car, and smiled a $25,000.00 smile. “Grant will be worth even more than that…”, he thought.
Grant slowly began to regain consciousness. His hands and feet where tied up. “I have to be dreaming!”, he thought. This was no dream. In dreams people didn’t feel pain. He was in pain. Very much pain. He tried to move his hands and legs, but they where tied up too well. He was detained. Grant began to panic, he kicked his tied feet and tried to scream, but there was tape over his mouth. He was still drowsy from the knock out. Aside from all the bumping and turning of the car, Grant went back to sleep.
Jeanette gave Grant a big hug. “Have a great day at school, honey!”, Grant’s mom said as she walked out the door to work. “I will mom.”, Grant said from behind a mouthful of Fruit Loops. There was still three hours left until the elementary school bus came, so Grant could get a couple more hours of sleep. His brother would wake him up before he went to school, that would give Grant enough time to get ready. He went back to his bed, with his dogs laying right there waiting for him. He gave them a scratch behind their ears, and lay back down. A sharp pinch came to his right arm. What was that? There’s nothing sharp in my bed.
Grant slowly began to wake up. He was dreaming of that morning. But the sharp pain? He looked up and saw that the trunnk was open to the car. He could hear cars in the background. He could see trees and birds not too far away. But blocking his escape, was Sean. He looked into the wild eyes of his captor. A needle was the sharp pain Grant felt. Before Grant could protest, he was back to sleep again.
This time when Grant woke up, he could move around. His head was throbbing. He immediately rubbed the raw skin around his wrists and ankles. He stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He was a concrete room with no windows. It was cold
Grant strained to resist squirming when he felt Sean’s muscular arms wrap around his legs and back to hoist him up. Grant tried as hard as he could to act asleep. It worked. Sean grunted and stumbled down a cold, damp hallway.
Grant was sure Sean was going to notice that he was awake. The only thing kept him from grimacing was the fear of being noticed. Grant didn’t want another needle. He also didn’t want to talk to Sean. The constant bounce and nasty stench of whiskey seemed to never end. Then, Sean burped right in Grant’s face. Grant grimaced and wrinkled his nose. ‘Nasty!” Grant complained. Grant right then noticed his mistake.
It was cold and there was a single bare light bulb glowing from the ceiling. This room he was in could not have been much bigger than his room back at home. “How long was I asleep? Where am I?”, Grant thought. He quickly made way to the door. It was a steel door, with a complicated locking mechanism over a small porthole near the center. “This is like a prison cell!” Grant was too humiliated to try to turn the handle; he didn’t want to know he was trapped. He heard the echo of footsteps hastily making their way down a hallway. Grant quickly went back to his corner of the room, and assumed the position he was in when he woke up. He heard the metallic clatter of keys working their way through lock mechanisms. The door opened and in stepped Sean. Grant couldn’t see, and he didn’t move, but he knew it was him.
“Come on Grant.”, barked a very drunk Sean. Grant’s dad liked to drink. He never over did it, but Grant could tell when he was intoxicated. He sensed it in Sean’s voice. Grant str
Dean Cortez answers:
Omg this is really good finish it and when you do please email me it i loved it heres my email
im serious email me it
when you finish
Seriously, what’s wrong with my parents? Is there anything psychological about this?
I’m a 22 year old college student and they actually get angry if I don’t want to study at home. I’m taking 2 time consuming science classes and i swear I can’t concentrate at home…i have an ADD mentality…at home, i can sleep, go online, play, etc…If i’m at another environment, there’s nothing else for me to do but study what’s in front of me.
My mom and dad get very angry if i want to study at the library (which is 5 minutes away) and they just tell me to study at home instead.They give me guilt trip and make me feel like a bad person and I’m out “socializing just b/c i’m not home”. I’m only going by myself, studying by myself. WHY??!!! I’m sure this has alot to do w. their asian mentality. Am I doing anything wrong???
(what’s funny is that they always yell at me, make me feel bad for not finishing college yet…at 22. They think I shoud be done by now and blame me….they’re ashamed that their oldest one is a “failure”)
they still make me feel bad for making my own decisions and make me feel as if I’m a “bad daughter” if I don’t listen
they probably don’t trust me. I’m not a bad girl…i’m really good…i’m surprised i haven’t rebelled by now or gotten pregnant. growing up was like being a muslim woman – no rights, no nothing – you listen and stay at home. I was BRIBED as a kid not to go to brithday parties and stay home. Wasn’t allowed to do anything social during high school at ALL and the rare occassion I did something, I had to lie about it
Dean Cortez answers:
I THINK ITS TIME TO SET YOUR FOOT DOWN AND LET THEM KNOW THAT THIS IS YOUR PRIORITY NOT THIERS TELL THEM TO GET OFF YOUR BACK.. THROW THEM IN THEIR FACE THE TIME YOU GOT BRIBED TO STAY HOME.
ITS TIME FOR YOU TO SPEAK AND BE REBELLIOUS..
this or that????????????????????????????????
you have to choose one
1.oranges or apples?
2.cry in class and have the teacher publically anounce it or trip and roll down the stairs one first day of school?
3. france or italy?
4.graham cracker or gingerbread?
5.Be locked overnight in a scary halloween store in the mall with tons of feaky masks or be locked out of your house and have to sleep in bushes? (lol)
6.declare your lover for your significant other by reading a poem with a megaphone in the library or have someone in a talent show run off stage and pull you up too?
7.kiwis or asian pears?
9.sharks rule the world or apes?
Dean Cortez answers:
2.trip and rool down the stairs
5.be locked out of my house
6.have someone in a talent show runn off stage
this was fun
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