Short Stories

Short story #1

Holly's P.O.V

Here I am, sitting in my room stareing blankly past the boy standing in front of me.

He was watching me like a hawk eyeing its prey, then he spoke,

"We have to leave now if were gonna catch the flight, are you sure you want to do this?"

I looked up into his deep ice blue eyes, then down at my feet,

"I'm sure."

"Alright, let's go then."

I lifted myself off of the bed and watched as he grabbed a couple of bags, and exited the room.

After he was out of sight I took down a picture frame covering my safe in the wall, dialed in the code, and pulled out stalks of money. I then pulled my douffle bag closer to where I was standing and piled it in.

I closed the safe and returned the frame. I then walked over to my bedroom door and stopped. I turned to take one last look at what I was leaving behind, and shut the door.

/A couple minutes later/

I got in the car and put the douffle bag in the backseat. I looked over at the boy but I couldn't see his face anymore, he was turned in the opposite direction. All I could hear was the faint sound of my name getting louder and louder.

"Holly.."

I looked around in a panic not knowing what was going on, searching for the person shouting my name.

"Holly..."

I was in a frantic panick now. I searched and searched but found nobody, and when I looked at the boy for help, he was gone.

I then noticed the sound of my name getting louder, and louder. So I covered my ears and screamed.

I looked down to see the radio screen read "Tape".  I reached down and pulled out the tape that was in the radio.

The sound stopped. I no longer heard my name. And the boy returned, standing outside of the car. He looked scared.

" Whats wrong..?"

He then moved to the side and a clear view of a well built man holding a gun came into view. He spoke with a booming tone,

" You have something that belongs to me little girl.."

" And what would that be..?"

As I waited for a response I slowly moved my hand along the seat until it came to a zipper. I slowly pulled it open and reached for what was inside.

It was a gun. I grabbed the gun and slid it behind me so the man would not see.

"The money. Where is it?"

I gave him and the boy a sharp look and motioned towards the trunk. As the man started walking I pulled out the gun, loaded it and stepped out of the car keeping it out of his sight.

"Open it"

He said with a stern tone. I walked over to the trunk, motioned for the boy to duck and raised the gun firing at the man. With the sound of a thud, the man was out of sight..

The boy got to his feet and we hurried to get in the car, and sped off.
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Here's the first short story :) I'm just making up random ones as I go.