Figuring it out
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I own nothing*
*I don't take nor give criticism well.try not to be too mean* *please*
*please do the review thing.I like to hear that I am not just doing this because I am REALLY bored.*
* I realize that I am not that great of a writer, u don't have to tall me that*
*I added in her siblings just because I don't know and I have mentioned them in a previous chapter.*
I sat at my computer typing away as if there were no tomorrow. The Torch didn't even need to be done till Wednesday, but there I was on Saturday.by myself.
I usually don't mind being alone, but I was so used to being able to hear SOMETHING going on outside. Now the whole school was silent.
This was the first time I was alone since the picture, and the phone call.
I tried not to think about either one. The phone call I could brush off as a prank pulled by some dumbass pothead who needed something to do before his dealer got him another pound.
The picture.that was different.
It taken some work, some patience.
Someone who had been close enough to me to take the picture.someone who had been in my bedroom.
I tried not to think about it.
I had just finished typing up the last story when the two cups of coffee I had drank got to me. I had had to pee for the past five minutes, but now that I was done, I felt I could allow myself the relief.
I pressed the save button and walked down the hall to the bathroom, leaving the door to my office open.
****
I came back to my office and sat down in my seat. I had not been gone for more than five minutes.
My seat was warm. I looked around the room quickly and didn't see anyone or anything out of place.
Then I saw the computer screen.
It was the paper I had just finished, with another thing added.
An obituary.
~Chloe Sullivan (1986-2001)
On last Saturday, Chloe Sullivan was brutally killed while finishing up her latest edition on "The Torch". She stabbed multiple times in the back and suffered from a skull facture. The rumors of her having been raped or sexually assaulted before the murder have been unconfirmed. Her funeral will be held on Friday at noon. The school will be holding a memorial for Chloe on Thursday night at six. She left behind her mother, a brother, a sister, many friends, and a paper that she devoted herself. We will miss u Chloe.~
I stared at it in shock.
I didn't know what to say or do or think.
I went on autopilot.
Then I heard breathing behind me.
I spun around in my chair slowly. She stood there with her long dark her and a smirk on her face that I had never seen before. She stood there looking as if she had just accomplished something worthy of smiling about.
"Hi Chloe." Lana said.
*~*~*~* Author's note: I have never read an obituary. So don't yell at me!! I know this short, I haven't written in a while and I know how I want to finish this and I will, but I want to hear your opinions before I write the next chapter. Please review.
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I own nothing*
*I don't take nor give criticism well.try not to be too mean* *please*
*please do the review thing.I like to hear that I am not just doing this because I am REALLY bored.*
* I realize that I am not that great of a writer, u don't have to tall me that*
*I added in her siblings just because I don't know and I have mentioned them in a previous chapter.*
I sat at my computer typing away as if there were no tomorrow. The Torch didn't even need to be done till Wednesday, but there I was on Saturday.by myself.
I usually don't mind being alone, but I was so used to being able to hear SOMETHING going on outside. Now the whole school was silent.
This was the first time I was alone since the picture, and the phone call.
I tried not to think about either one. The phone call I could brush off as a prank pulled by some dumbass pothead who needed something to do before his dealer got him another pound.
The picture.that was different.
It taken some work, some patience.
Someone who had been close enough to me to take the picture.someone who had been in my bedroom.
I tried not to think about it.
I had just finished typing up the last story when the two cups of coffee I had drank got to me. I had had to pee for the past five minutes, but now that I was done, I felt I could allow myself the relief.
I pressed the save button and walked down the hall to the bathroom, leaving the door to my office open.
****
I came back to my office and sat down in my seat. I had not been gone for more than five minutes.
My seat was warm. I looked around the room quickly and didn't see anyone or anything out of place.
Then I saw the computer screen.
It was the paper I had just finished, with another thing added.
An obituary.
~Chloe Sullivan (1986-2001)
On last Saturday, Chloe Sullivan was brutally killed while finishing up her latest edition on "The Torch". She stabbed multiple times in the back and suffered from a skull facture. The rumors of her having been raped or sexually assaulted before the murder have been unconfirmed. Her funeral will be held on Friday at noon. The school will be holding a memorial for Chloe on Thursday night at six. She left behind her mother, a brother, a sister, many friends, and a paper that she devoted herself. We will miss u Chloe.~
I stared at it in shock.
I didn't know what to say or do or think.
I went on autopilot.
Then I heard breathing behind me.
I spun around in my chair slowly. She stood there with her long dark her and a smirk on her face that I had never seen before. She stood there looking as if she had just accomplished something worthy of smiling about.
"Hi Chloe." Lana said.
*~*~*~* Author's note: I have never read an obituary. So don't yell at me!! I know this short, I haven't written in a while and I know how I want to finish this and I will, but I want to hear your opinions before I write the next chapter. Please review.