From Afar

[klinea34]

-Two Years Ago-

I wonder what new torture she has for us today, I thought as I walked down the hallway toward my 4th period math class. I was walking toward the room filled with all sorts of tortures, when I almost ran into my friends, Jamie and Jennifer, identical twins, Jamie the more talkative one, whispered excitedly “Have you heard?”
I gave her a startled look, “Heard what? What happened”? Jamie looked at Jennifer and she nodded.
“There’s a new boy, and he’s in your math class!” I groaned inwardly, great, now I had to worry about a new boy and math at the same time!
I looked at Jamie, “Are you sure he’s in my math class?”
“Of course silly, I compared schedules with him.” I rolled my eyes, of course, that was Jamie, always br the first to greet the new kid.
I grabbed my math book from my locker and walked into class. I scanned the room for the new kid. My eyes soon found him, and my heart stopped.



--What do you guys think? This is my first story ever, and I was wondering if it’s worth continuing, and I’m also looking for some creative criticism! Thanks guys!

[Bugmo33]

Ooh, good my friend! I like, do continue!

[klinea34]

Haha thanks Bug!

[Bugmo33]

your welcome ^^ luv ya kline!

[klinea34]

-Ok guys! here's the next part! sorry it's short, but i'll continue it tomorrow.
-Today-
Riiing! Riiing! I sighed, this was the fifth time in the last hour that the phone had started to ring. Every time a different person. All wanting to know the same thing.
“Have you heard?” They would all whisper excitedly into the phone.
“Yes” I would say back, no emotion in my voice.
What happened that morning, what everyone was talking about, would go down in history.
Jack London was a jerk. Plain and simple. But that morning, no one thought of him that way, nor would they ever again.
In our small town of Catenal, New York, this cold winter day, Jack London was murdered.

[Bugmo33]

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[klinea34]

I had never liked Jack London. He was mean to everyone, and skipped school at least twice a week. But after being murdered, I suppose everyone felt sorry for him, because they seemed to forget about the time he shot his neighbor’s dog while sighting his pistol, or when he wrote bad words all over the school walls with spray paint. And me? Well, lets just say, I wont be missing him much.
His family were the meanest family in the town. His mom Amber London was an alcoholic, his dad Brendan London, was always picking fights with just about everyone in the town, his older sister Holly London was one of those snobby, self-centered popular girls. Over all not my favorite people. But with Jacks death, they were strangely quiet and kept to themselves for the most part. His mom even seemed to be sober.
The local police weren’t telling us much. All we knew was that he was killed out in the woods. But they wouldn’t say anything more. They left us to hide at night and wonder if it would be happen again.
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I hate Monday mornings, I thought to myself as I fought through the swarm of students. When I finally made it to my class, I looked around for the twins. I saw hem in the back, and headed towards them.
“Good morning!” I said brightly.
“Wow, your happy for a Monday.” Jamie said.
“Oh ha ha” I said sarcastically
Then our history teacher Mr. Keden, walked into the room with a uniformed police officer! Questioning eyes turned as Mr. Keden turned to the officer. Encouraging him to speak.
“Good morning” He said stiffly “I’m officer Roth, now I know that a lot of you are worried about your classmate Jack London, now I..” But he was stopped mid sentence by a loud crashing noise in the hallway.

[Bugmo33]

MORE!

[klinea34]

BOOM! The door to the classroom crashed open and in the doorway was Keith Jones. He had been Jacks best friend. They were never seen apart. Keith was more upset by Jacks death than anyone, even Jack’s own family.
“What happened to Jack!!” Keith screamed at officer Roth, who looked stunned and wasn’t able to respond.
“I said, WHAT HAPPENED!” Keith screamed.
Then he lunged for officer Roth.

[klinea34]

I had to give props to officer Roth, he was fast. But not quite fast enough. Keith’s fist managed to smash in to officer Roth’s stomach, making him gasp for air. Mr. Keden grabbed Keith around his middle, trying to hold him back. But there was a wild fire in Keith’s eyes and Mr. Keden couldn’t hold him. The principal Mr. Yorch and the science teacher, Mr. Weeled rushed in. They grabbed Keith and pulled him out of the room, school was cancelled that day due to “indecent behavior” which we all knew was because of Keith, the story had spred like wildfire. So now I had a whole day to myself with nothing to do.
My parents were never home. They left at 4am and got home around midnight. My mom is an artist, so she was always going to art shows, and when she was home, she locked herself in her studio. My dad was the head of a small company in a town about an hour from here, so when he was home he was always doing paperwork or on the phone with clients.
So I was used to being alone. I liked it, no one to bother me about homework or chores. Not that anyone needed to. I was a straight A student, and the house was always spotless, except for Mom’s studio.
So, anyway I was at home, and I wondered what I should do to kill some time. I looked out the window and saw that it was snowing, this inspired me. I climbed the stairs to the attic and brought down box after box of Christmas decorations. I started to put them up all over the house, in every nook and cranny, and then finally the tree. As I was hanging ornaments all over the tree, I glanced out the sliding glass door, at the dark woods behind the house, and saw a glimpse of movement.