The Loss
By: Moolah
{Chapter One: Finding Out}
Becca waited desperately for her brother, Collin to call the house. He’d went to a party last night, and someone had brought a gun-it was all over the news, and Becca was terrified she’d never see her brother ever again! She held her Gucci cell she’d bought off of E-bay about a месяц ago, to her chest.
Her mother was frantically looking around for the silver phone that was lying around the house somewhere. The newborn baby, Ashley was crying and, Becca’s toddler sister, Lynna was totting around looking for the phone with mommy. Her oldest brother, Ian was sitting upstairs with his girlfriend, and there 1 год old child, Cassie. All Becca was doing was calling Collin’s phone, but he wasn’t picking up! She felt like falling and dying. Collin was the nicest brother, and if she Остаться в живых him, she would die!
The Далее morning she woke up, feeling tingly. She felt like she were somewhere else, but she woke up to a knock on the door. Her door. She was wearing her ratty old Lakers PJ’s but she didn’t care. The knocking on the door, was giving her a headache. Her parents must’ve not heard the knocking, because they were fast asleep. She looked out the peephole, and saw the Norton County Police Officers-two of them. The one knocking on the door, looked rather young, possibly in his mid twenties. He had brown hair, that was lathered back with a bunch of gel, because it was kind of sopping wet. He had his assigned hat on his head, and he wore black sunglasses, like a blind person might wear. The секунда police officer, looked older, about 35 years old, but still looked rather good-better than the younger won. He had black hair, that was curly at the ends, and was short, but exciting, like a hurricane. He wore the hat as well, but it looked better on him, for some reason. If she hadn’t saw the badge that said, “Working happily with the Dep. For 12 years” she might’ve thought he was her age (23). She finally unlocked the several locks, her parent insisted on keeping locked at all times and opened the brass door. “H-h-hello.” She said, feeling self conscious with the two men staring at her. “Hi, is this the Shrine’s house?” he asked. She nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. “We, we found you’re brother, Collin, last night.” She brightened up at hearing the sound of her brothers perfect name. “Is he ok?” She asked, feeling a LOT better about being scared. “Where is he?” Then she looked up at the older man’s face. He looked upset. He looked like…like…like something had happened. “Is he…” she paused, trying to hold the escaping tears back. “Is my brother…alive?” Becca finished, and then felt the world go black around her as she realized what the officer was saying. “Ma’am I’m sorry. He was the last shot.” Becca’s hair looked in her face. She felt her shoulders get heavy and looked over to see her innocent 11 год old sister, Manny walking out. “He’s…dead?” Becca breathed.
Thanks for reading, hope Ты enjoyed.
I made this story up, but the character, Becca is based on my friend, because I really wanted to write a story about her-her name isn’t Becca but this really did NOT
By: Moolah
{Chapter One: Finding Out}
Becca waited desperately for her brother, Collin to call the house. He’d went to a party last night, and someone had brought a gun-it was all over the news, and Becca was terrified she’d never see her brother ever again! She held her Gucci cell she’d bought off of E-bay about a месяц ago, to her chest.
Her mother was frantically looking around for the silver phone that was lying around the house somewhere. The newborn baby, Ashley was crying and, Becca’s toddler sister, Lynna was totting around looking for the phone with mommy. Her oldest brother, Ian was sitting upstairs with his girlfriend, and there 1 год old child, Cassie. All Becca was doing was calling Collin’s phone, but he wasn’t picking up! She felt like falling and dying. Collin was the nicest brother, and if she Остаться в живых him, she would die!
The Далее morning she woke up, feeling tingly. She felt like she were somewhere else, but she woke up to a knock on the door. Her door. She was wearing her ratty old Lakers PJ’s but she didn’t care. The knocking on the door, was giving her a headache. Her parents must’ve not heard the knocking, because they were fast asleep. She looked out the peephole, and saw the Norton County Police Officers-two of them. The one knocking on the door, looked rather young, possibly in his mid twenties. He had brown hair, that was lathered back with a bunch of gel, because it was kind of sopping wet. He had his assigned hat on his head, and he wore black sunglasses, like a blind person might wear. The секунда police officer, looked older, about 35 years old, but still looked rather good-better than the younger won. He had black hair, that was curly at the ends, and was short, but exciting, like a hurricane. He wore the hat as well, but it looked better on him, for some reason. If she hadn’t saw the badge that said, “Working happily with the Dep. For 12 years” she might’ve thought he was her age (23). She finally unlocked the several locks, her parent insisted on keeping locked at all times and opened the brass door. “H-h-hello.” She said, feeling self conscious with the two men staring at her. “Hi, is this the Shrine’s house?” he asked. She nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. “We, we found you’re brother, Collin, last night.” She brightened up at hearing the sound of her brothers perfect name. “Is he ok?” She asked, feeling a LOT better about being scared. “Where is he?” Then she looked up at the older man’s face. He looked upset. He looked like…like…like something had happened. “Is he…” she paused, trying to hold the escaping tears back. “Is my brother…alive?” Becca finished, and then felt the world go black around her as she realized what the officer was saying. “Ma’am I’m sorry. He was the last shot.” Becca’s hair looked in her face. She felt her shoulders get heavy and looked over to see her innocent 11 год old sister, Manny walking out. “He’s…dead?” Becca breathed.
Thanks for reading, hope Ты enjoyed.
I made this story up, but the character, Becca is based on my friend, because I really wanted to write a story about her-her name isn’t Becca but this really did NOT
