Orphans

Reads: 194  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Junior and her Freshman brother go to school on the first day, and get called into the office to be told their parents died.

Submitted: March 19, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: March 19, 2016

A A A

A A A


BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I turned it off, and rolled over on my back. The ceiling was painted purple and had blue and green polka dots; I had spent all summer working on redecorating my room. It was the first day of my junior year in high school, and I was excited. I had only seen two of my friends all summer, and that was when I asked them to help me with my room.

I sat up, slipped my feet into the soft comfort of bright green, fluffy slippers, and padded to the closet where my outfit was waiting to be put on. A few minutes later I was sitting in front of the mirror staring at the sapphire blue eyes staring back at me.

“Tina are you about ready!?” My brother yelled banging on the door, startling me from my trance.

“Yes, Brian. Just grab me a granola bar and I’ll meet you in the car.”

My brother is a freshman, who’s handsomely tall and has straight, dirty blonde hair that I’d kill for. Instead I’m left with bronze curls that can never be tamed. Grabbing my bag I headed down the stairs, almost running into my brother as I pushed him out the door. My parents always leave for work before we leave for school, and hardly get home before we do.

I drove to school, with Brian singing along to the radio the entire time, and when we got to the building that we spend most of the next nine months in I sighed. Surprises aren’t really my thing, and as I wondered why it seemed like there weren’t many people roaming the halls, I had honestly forgot that it was my birthday. I walked into my first block class and everyone jumped out at me.

“Surprise!!!”

Jane, my best friend who has to always wear something that is pink, ran up to me and said, “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks, I totally forgot about my own birthday, that’s sad.”

“Yeah, just a little bit,” Jane grabbed my hand and pulled me over to where the cookies lay. “I didn’t have time to make a cake, but I made cookies. I hope they’ll work?”

“Yes, they’re great,” I said picking out the two that had my name on them.

I was relieved when first block was over, don’t get me wrong I love the attention but it gets overbearing after a while. Second block wasn’t as bad, and I was in a good mood. When I passed Brian in the hall going to my third block class, I could tell that he was happy too. My chemistry teacher’s instructions got interrupted by a phone call, and I happened to notice that he glanced right at me when he said, “yea, she’s in here.” And hung up, shortly after I was told I needed to go to the counselor’s room.

I was scared; I’ve never been called to the office, let alone the counselor’s room. When I reached the room my brother was already in there, I sat down next to him and waited. Soon after, Mr. Garcia, the school counselor walked in the room and sat down at his desk.

“I am terrible sorry to have to pull you two away from your classes on the first day of school, and your birthday nonetheless. But there has been an accident.”

“What type of accident?” Brian asked.

“A very bad one, involving your parents I’m afraid,” Mr. Garcia looked over at me and gave me an apologetic look. “There was a drunk driver that hit your parents’ car, but they didn’t make it. Your grandparents have been notified, and will be here shortly to pick you both up.”

By then I started to cry. Brian got up and stormed out of the room, trying not to let his emotion show.

“I have talked to the principal and he will give you and your brother a month to take time off, but you are willing to come back when ever you’d like. And know that I’m here if you, or Brian need to talk.”

“Thanks, I’m going to step outside,” I said wiping tears from my cheeks. I left him siting there staring at his hands, to go find Brian. It’s not fair! They weren’t supposed to die yet. They haven’t lived their lives. It’s not fair. I thought.

I found Brian sitting on the floor of the boys’ bathroom. I crouched down to where he sat, and pulled him into a tight hug. He burst into tears as I grabbed him.

“I know Brian, I know,” I wanted to cry too, but I knew I had to be strong for my little brother.

I could hear the faint buzz of the intercom as it came on, and said that we were needed in the office. So, I helped my brother up, wiped his tears away, and led him down the hallway. When we reached the office, both sets of our grandparents were in the office. When they saw us they all started crying, which made me start crying again. My parents were dead, and all I could think about was if it would’ve been different if they dropped us off at school first before going to work.

Brian and I are orphans now…


© Copyright 2017 Jasmine Dix. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

More Mystery and Crime Short Stories