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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Family
- Published: 08/10/2015
“Ok, I’m going to do this.” I told myself.
I was going to write a short story and no one can disturb me!
I sat on a comfortable chair and placed my laptop on the clean empty table in front of me.
My mind was filled with good plots and ideas to write the story.
I opened Microsoft Word and stared at the black page for a while, wondering how to start my masterpiece.
“Ok I’ll start with a cool explanation about a gloomy forest.”
But before I could even type one letter my seven year old cousin came screaming into the room.
“What’s wrong?” I asked jumping out of the chair.
“she’s after me! She’s going to catch me!” He shouted hiding behind me.
“Who?” I asked in a confused tone.
He didn’t need to answer, my younger sister came running like a cheetah. Sweat was covering her face and she was wearing a weird crown made out of newspaper, a bend sword made out of cardboard was in her hand.
“Where is that traitor who ran away from the king!” she shouted. “Are you hiding him?”
Anger ran though my veins, so this was some kind of game! My cousin scared me to death! I stopped writing my story to save him from my sister who is pretending to be the king!
“Here you can have him.” I said dragging my bothersome cousin,
“You shall be punished traitor!” My sister shouted.
“Nooooo” My cousin moaned.
“Can’t you two play elsewhere?” I said sternly. “I’m trying to write a story.”
My cousin’s eyes sparkled. “Really? Can I help you?” he asked.
“No.” I said. “Just leave me alone. You’re ruining my great ideas.”
I pushed them out of the room. “Please don’t come here again.”
My sister laughed ironically. “Oh, we will!”
I scowled at her and returned to my chair.
Ok, now I can write my short story in peace! I started to punch a few words. It was coming out great!
As time passed my throat felt dry, I needed a glass of water. So I went into the kitchen to get it.
After a refreshing drink, I went back to write my short story.
I was shocked to see the screen! It was filled with thousands of letters that didn't make any sense.
Instantly I knew who did it, “You two are going to pay for this!” I shouted.
I heard sheepish laughter under the table.
I bent down and saw my sister and cousin smiling at me.
“Get out!”
“Geez, you don't have to yell like that.” My sister said calmly.
“Ha ha ha!” My cousin laughed. “Did you see my story?”
“That’s it! I'm telling mom!”
“Come on, let’s get out of here!” my sister said dragging my cousin along. Both of them were afraid of my mother.
“Finally,” I sighed. “I can have some peace and quiet.”
I deleted the meaningless words and started to write my good short story. But as I read the beginning I felt that the story has a lot of confusions. But at first all my ideas and plots seemed matched!
I deleted the whole thing and started all over again.
I managed to finish one paragraph.
“Hey sis,” I heard a small voice.
I stopped typing and sighed. “What is it now?”
“We had a small fight, so can I stay with you?” my cousin asked in a cute voice.
I was angry, but I can't just say no to my little cousin, “Ok, sit here, but don’t touch anything.”
He smiled and sat on the chair next to mine. For the first five minutes, I managed to write my story without any disturbance, but then the trouble began.
“So, are you writing a story about me?” he asked with a wide smile.
“It’s not about you…but it is a about a small boy.” I told him without taking my eyes off the screen; my good ideas were floating away.
“So, what happens in the story?”
“I don’t know, it’s still on progress…,”I muttered.
“Well you should know the ending.”
I have had it. “Coz, can't you just let me finish this thing?” I know that it’s mean to say that, but I really wanted to finish the story.
He looked at me with a sad expression. “Fine!” he said stomping away.
I felt bad, “Wait!”
He didn’t stop.
I sat down again and tried to finish the story, but my mind felt guilty.
I tried to type, but nothing came out, my mind was empty. Great!
“Hey, is it okay if I eat your potato chips?” my sister asked peeking into the room.
“No!” I shouted getting up. “Don’t you even dare!”
She held my potato chip packet in her hands, “What if I ate just one chip?”
“Give that back!” I shouted. But she ran away followed by my cousin who now seemed to be in a good mood.
I want to get my chips back; I’ll write my story later.
I tried to shutdown the laptop in such a hurry that I forgot to save my half-written story.
“NO!” I shouted. “No, how can I write it all over again?”
Tears filled my eyes, it’s ruined!
My sister and cousin peeked their heads in. I ignored them.
I couldn’t write my story because of them.
My sister tiptoed towards me. “Here, we were just messing around.” She said placing the potato chip packet on my lap.
“Yeah,” My cousin admitted. “Sorry sis.”
I felt angry and sad at the same time. They are still young, what can they understand?
I am their big sister and I really should spend some time with them.
“It’s OK, I’ll write another short story.” I said wiping away my tears.
They smiled. My sister stared at my chips, “So, can we have some chips?”
I smiled, “Sure, let’s eat.”
“Next time, why don’t you write a story about us?” my cousin asked munching a few chips.
“Maybe I will.” I said with a wide smile. “Maybe I will.”
To write a short story(Vindu Jayasooriya)
“Ok, I’m going to do this.” I told myself.
I was going to write a short story and no one can disturb me!
I sat on a comfortable chair and placed my laptop on the clean empty table in front of me.
My mind was filled with good plots and ideas to write the story.
I opened Microsoft Word and stared at the black page for a while, wondering how to start my masterpiece.
“Ok I’ll start with a cool explanation about a gloomy forest.”
But before I could even type one letter my seven year old cousin came screaming into the room.
“What’s wrong?” I asked jumping out of the chair.
“she’s after me! She’s going to catch me!” He shouted hiding behind me.
“Who?” I asked in a confused tone.
He didn’t need to answer, my younger sister came running like a cheetah. Sweat was covering her face and she was wearing a weird crown made out of newspaper, a bend sword made out of cardboard was in her hand.
“Where is that traitor who ran away from the king!” she shouted. “Are you hiding him?”
Anger ran though my veins, so this was some kind of game! My cousin scared me to death! I stopped writing my story to save him from my sister who is pretending to be the king!
“Here you can have him.” I said dragging my bothersome cousin,
“You shall be punished traitor!” My sister shouted.
“Nooooo” My cousin moaned.
“Can’t you two play elsewhere?” I said sternly. “I’m trying to write a story.”
My cousin’s eyes sparkled. “Really? Can I help you?” he asked.
“No.” I said. “Just leave me alone. You’re ruining my great ideas.”
I pushed them out of the room. “Please don’t come here again.”
My sister laughed ironically. “Oh, we will!”
I scowled at her and returned to my chair.
Ok, now I can write my short story in peace! I started to punch a few words. It was coming out great!
As time passed my throat felt dry, I needed a glass of water. So I went into the kitchen to get it.
After a refreshing drink, I went back to write my short story.
I was shocked to see the screen! It was filled with thousands of letters that didn't make any sense.
Instantly I knew who did it, “You two are going to pay for this!” I shouted.
I heard sheepish laughter under the table.
I bent down and saw my sister and cousin smiling at me.
“Get out!”
“Geez, you don't have to yell like that.” My sister said calmly.
“Ha ha ha!” My cousin laughed. “Did you see my story?”
“That’s it! I'm telling mom!”
“Come on, let’s get out of here!” my sister said dragging my cousin along. Both of them were afraid of my mother.
“Finally,” I sighed. “I can have some peace and quiet.”
I deleted the meaningless words and started to write my good short story. But as I read the beginning I felt that the story has a lot of confusions. But at first all my ideas and plots seemed matched!
I deleted the whole thing and started all over again.
I managed to finish one paragraph.
“Hey sis,” I heard a small voice.
I stopped typing and sighed. “What is it now?”
“We had a small fight, so can I stay with you?” my cousin asked in a cute voice.
I was angry, but I can't just say no to my little cousin, “Ok, sit here, but don’t touch anything.”
He smiled and sat on the chair next to mine. For the first five minutes, I managed to write my story without any disturbance, but then the trouble began.
“So, are you writing a story about me?” he asked with a wide smile.
“It’s not about you…but it is a about a small boy.” I told him without taking my eyes off the screen; my good ideas were floating away.
“So, what happens in the story?”
“I don’t know, it’s still on progress…,”I muttered.
“Well you should know the ending.”
I have had it. “Coz, can't you just let me finish this thing?” I know that it’s mean to say that, but I really wanted to finish the story.
He looked at me with a sad expression. “Fine!” he said stomping away.
I felt bad, “Wait!”
He didn’t stop.
I sat down again and tried to finish the story, but my mind felt guilty.
I tried to type, but nothing came out, my mind was empty. Great!
“Hey, is it okay if I eat your potato chips?” my sister asked peeking into the room.
“No!” I shouted getting up. “Don’t you even dare!”
She held my potato chip packet in her hands, “What if I ate just one chip?”
“Give that back!” I shouted. But she ran away followed by my cousin who now seemed to be in a good mood.
I want to get my chips back; I’ll write my story later.
I tried to shutdown the laptop in such a hurry that I forgot to save my half-written story.
“NO!” I shouted. “No, how can I write it all over again?”
Tears filled my eyes, it’s ruined!
My sister and cousin peeked their heads in. I ignored them.
I couldn’t write my story because of them.
My sister tiptoed towards me. “Here, we were just messing around.” She said placing the potato chip packet on my lap.
“Yeah,” My cousin admitted. “Sorry sis.”
I felt angry and sad at the same time. They are still young, what can they understand?
I am their big sister and I really should spend some time with them.
“It’s OK, I’ll write another short story.” I said wiping away my tears.
They smiled. My sister stared at my chips, “So, can we have some chips?”
I smiled, “Sure, let’s eat.”
“Next time, why don’t you write a story about us?” my cousin asked munching a few chips.
“Maybe I will.” I said with a wide smile. “Maybe I will.”
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