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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just the starting of a short story which I am currently in the making of. Please leave your opinions and improvements :)

Submitted: October 12, 2015

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Alone

A short story by Fox Arnold.

 

Have you ever felt alone? Have you ever wondered how it feels to be alone? Are you alone? Let me tell you why I’m alone. My life was brilliant for the most part, I had my ups and downs but hey, who doesn’t? I loved life, I was happy with my friends, me and my family got along great. My grades were above expected and I had a girlfriend who couldn’t love me more even if she tried.

My story really starts here; on a Monday morning. It was a normal start to my Monday, my mom woke me up at 7:00am, and then again at 7:30. As usual I went downstairs and had breakfast with my family; my two younger sisters and my parents, we wouldn’t chat much but we were all still half asleep I guess. When we had all finished and the dishes were done I’d go upstairs and take a quick shower then get ready for school. My mother would then give me a lift to my school and kiss me goodbye, wishing me a good day.

I always walked into school feeling that the day would be good. Better than good. Fantastic. But this Monday, just wasn’t. My first lesson was English language so once inside the school I headed over to block 2 where my classroom was. My teacher was amazing. He taught me so much in such small slots of time, he was inspiring. Mr Shepherd always knew how to motivate our class, and that is one heck of a challenge for a man teaching a class of 15 year olds early on a Monday morning. But damn he sure as hell did it. There was just something about him that invigorated us all. Yes he was a marvellous teacher, but he was also a friend. Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much when we found out he died.

Mr Shepherd’s death shook every student and teacher in the school. It had an effect on everyone. Such a powerful effect that the school organized a trip to pay respects to his family and visit his grave. It didn’t just end with shock either, many of the students’ grades dropped following his death; I know mine did. For the first few weeks we was all in disbelief, how could a man with so much charisma, so much energy have just ‘passed?’ It didn’t make sense, even the teachers were confused by it all.

After a few months we had all settled to the fact that Mr Shepherd was never coming back and things began to move at normal pace again; however it was never really the same. Never as enjoyable or lively without him there. Slowly but surely my grades begun rising and I got back on track with everything in my life. By the time GCSE exams came around I was confident I would do well, I even told my mum she could share my naked baby photos if I didn’t. Coming out of the exams I was even more confident than when I went in, by my last exam I was gleaming in confidence and sure enough I still was when I came out. When I went home that night and told my parents how well I thought I had done in all of my exams they were so proud that they took me and my sisters out for a meal with some of the other relatives. They even told the restaurant that it was my birthday so we could get some free cake.

Since I didn’t have to go to school anymore I started investing my time in other things, mainly my girlfriend, Lucy. Ah Lucy was so brilliant; so beautiful, clever, cheerful and loving. She always made me smile, even on my bad days she could cheer me up. It was like her super power, she never failed to make me happy. Me and Lucy talked lots during the summer, some days my jaw ached from talking. One day we was talking about our future together, well, she was doing most of the talking. She said she wanted us to be engaged by the time we left college, married by 21 and have our first child by the age of 25. She had near enough planned out every day of our life for the next 20 years and as a 16 old boy just leaving school, that’s a lot to take on board. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Lucy, but I didn’t know how to tell her without hurting her feelings.

After that conversation I decided to try and spend a little but less time with her, I mean come on, she was clearly too attached to me, right? 


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