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Outsiders Stories
By: thatonegayauthor Date: October 15, 2019, 10:16 am
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This is where people can post their outsiders stories if they
want some feedback on them before they turn them in.
This is mine so far:
Sunlight creeped through the blinds, sending slanted lines of
morning light across Aaron’s bedroom walls. Aaron groaned, and
covered his eyes with one of his arms. He could hear his sister
and mother talking in the kitchen, and rolled out of bed. His
comforter tangled around his legs and he kicked at it a couple
times, quietly cursing to himself, and then threw it back on the
bed. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and grabbed a navy blue
t-shirt and a pair of jeans. As he opened his bedroom door, he
could smell chorizo frying in the kitchen. He grumbled a quick
hello to his little sister, and shuffled into the bathroom.
Aaron turned on the sink faucet, and splashed cold water on his
face, drying it with a soft towel. He brushed his teeth, and
combed through his loose curls. He threw on his clothes, and
walked back into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.
“Buenos dias Aaron!” His mother said brightly, “Did you sleep
well?”
“Yes mama.” Aaron replied, taking a long swig from his glass of
water.
“Good, good. School starts in about 45 minutes, so after you
eat breakfast, you should hurry over there.”
“Yes mama.” Aaron replied again, picking up his fork as his
mother laid a plate of chorizo, eggs and cheese in front of him.
“Nina! Get away from the TV and come eat your chorizo!”
Nina, Aaron’s little sister, hopped up, her light brown
pigtails bouncing. She climbed over the couch, and sat in the
chair across from their mother.
“Nina! Do not jump over the furniture! Ay, it’s hard to keep up
with you children.”
“Sorry mama!” Nina mumbled through a mouth of eggs.
Their mother shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh. After
breakfast, Aaron dumped their dishes in the sink, and threw on
his jean jacket. It was warm, lined with a thin layer of faux
fur. He slipped back into his bedroom, stepping over stray
cardboard boxes full of art supplies, and grabbed his backpack.
He turned off his light as he left his room and walked over to
his mother.
“Adios Aaron. I hope you have an amazing day at school.” His
mother said, giving him a tight hug.
She put her hands on his cheeks, and pulled his forehead down to
her height, “You are getting so tall hijo.”
She gave him a quick peck on the forehead and then ushered him
out the door, his little sister not far behind.
When Aaron reached his first period class, there were only a
couple students there, tossing around a balled up paper, and
sharing homework answers. There was still about 15 minutes until
school started, and so he pulled out his sketchbook and a small
pencil case. There were six graphite pencils, a small eraser,
and an old pencil sharpener. He looked around the classroom for
something to draw, but he came up with nothing. He looked out
the window, and noticed something. There was someone new.
Kids tended to come and go from his school. They lived in the
main part of New York City, and kids were constantly moving,
getting expelled or in trouble, or just transferring schools.
But usually it was hood kids. The type of kids who always carry
a switch blade or a pack of cigarettes with them, even though
it’s technically against the school rules. This girl didn’t look
like she was a hood. She had long brown hair that slowly became
a wine color at the ends. She wore long grey pants, a white
shirt that was covered in faded roses, and a long red coat. She
was sitting on one of the benches right outside the entrance to
the school, reading. Her backpack lay at her feet, half open.
Aaron looked at the clock. 10 minutes until class started. He
looked back out the window, and she was gone.
Aaron sighed and leaned back in his seat, stretching. He
carefully placed his sketchbook and pencils in his backpack, and
then rubbed his eyes. More students had arrived, some taking
their respective seats, and others jumping over chairs and
tossing things back and forth.
“Hey Aaron!” Somebody shouted, “Catch!”
Aaron turned his head, just in time to see a football come
flying towards his face. He stretched out his hands, blocking
the football just before it hit his face.
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