My dad is still not home yet. I'm starting to worry. What if something happened, Portland is not exactly the safest place. He could have gotten on a car crash or had his car stolen or got mugged. No, I can't think like that it's probably just traffic nothing to worry about. I jump in surprise when a knock on the door echoes through the house and get up to answer the door but my mom beats me to it. She looks worried and tells me to go to the living room, that she will be there in a second.
I wonder who it is to make her look like that. Suddenly I hear a cry of what sounds like anguish and run to the front hall. I see my mom crying on the floor and run to her. In the process I see the talking to her was a police officer, I briefly wonder what he is doing here but then push it out of my mind and proceed to my mom. "What is it mom?" I ask. She tries to compose herself and tells the officer he can leave.
She turns to me, " Nora it's your father, there's been a shooting."
I instantly pale, "Is he okay?"
She starts to tear up "I'm afraid not. I'm so sorry sweetie, he's been killed.
By now she is full blown sobbing, and soon so am I.
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One Shot
Short StoryThis is a very short one shot I wrote for a school project. It is supposed to be from the perspective the main character of a book and from before the book. I chose Nora Grey from the book Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick. I would just like to know h...
