Christmas!

I will not be posting for this week! But after words I will try to have something to show you all!

Have fun on your Christmas!  I actually have a story to share with you all! Hope you enjoy the short story I had to do in Gr. 6! Presenting-Wrong

Wrong

“You are so not fair!” Casey yelled at her dad, Mr. Darna. Casey quickly yelled before Mr. Darna could respond.

“Ever since mom died you haven’t let me do anything! You’ve changed!” Mr.Darna shot his silver/blue eyes at Casey defiantly.

“I may have changed! But only the way I care for you! I already lost your mom; I don’t want to lose you!” Mr. Darna quickly shot at Casey fiercely. Casey stared back.

“It’s just a simple field trip with the school! Nothing will happen! You are too protective! I am 15! I can take care of myself. All of my friends are going; Shelby, Caylee, Lea…” Casey lowered her eyes in anger. She hated arguing with her dad. She knew he was right. She was all he had since mom died two years ago in a horrible car crash. He was also all she had, too.

When Casey looked up, Mr.Darna’s eyes were clouded over with grief.

“I told you once Casey. I’m sorry but I will not let you go on that trip…I don’t care if the school will be there. I don’t care…” Mr.Darna numbly turned and walked away. Casey watched her dad walk to his room. Casey furiously ran outside.

She looked upwards and closed her eyes. Then she felt a drop hit her closed eye. She opened her eyes, dazed. Then she whispered to the sky,

“I know you would have let me go. Mom, no matter what, I will try to get dad back on course… back on course in life…” Casey spun around in contentment. She wasn’t angry any more. She was focused on her new promise.

 Casey looked up at the small house. She saw that her dad’s window was closed and dark. Casey sighed and nodded. She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she needed to do this.

Casey ran inside and grabbed the phone. She dialed Shelby’s phone number. It rang once, then twice, and then she heard Shelby on the other end.

“Hey! Shelby, I need your help.” Casey quickly told Shelby her plan. She then hung up and quietly went to the garage. She grabbed her bike and carried it through the house, as not to disturb her dad and ruin her plan.

Soon she was on her bike, pedaling through the pounding rain. Casey looked around; she was about a mile away from where she was meeting Shelby. Casey sighed then whispered a prayer of hope.

As she was finishing the prayer, tears started to cloud her vision. She tried to shake them off, but then she spun her bike to the left. Casey screamed as her bike fell sideways onto her. Casey slid across the ground, and her bike landed on top of her. She tried to get up but the bike was constricting her, she was having trouble breathing.

 Casey looked around but no one was there. Casey tried to scream but nothing came out. Then she started muttering to herself.

“Maybe this is it. By the time my dad realizes I’m gone, I’ll be dead. Won’t I?” Casey whispered in pure anguish. This was the one time that she wanted her dad to take care of her. She looked around once more gravely. Casey then felt a sharp pain in her head, she breathed in quickly then she blacked out…

Casey woke to here a car speeding up to her. Casey tried to get up, but exhaustion gripped her muscles. Casey strained her eyes in fear. She then relaxed to see the familiar car. The car screeched to a stop, and Mr. Darna stumbled out, his face frozen with terror. He looked at Casey and ran over, Casey looked into his heart-broken face.

“I-I’m sorry dad. I shouldn’t have left. It’s entirely my fault. I’m sorry.” Casey’s words shook as she forced herself to speak. But there was no anger in Mr. Darna’s face.

“Casey. It’s all right. I-I’m sorry to. I was wrong to treat you like that. Especially, if I knew your school would be there. I should’ve trusted you. But I didn’t, and since I didn’t you left in a huge storm, and got hurt. I’m sorry Casey. I really am, but- I think we are even.” Mr. Darna looked at Casey, heartfelt, and slowly lifted the bike off of her. He then carefully picked her up and brought her to the car.

“We are even. Aren’t we? We both did something that wasn’t right. You didn’t trust me and I left in this weather. We’re even. Let’s hope it stays like that.” Casey said dazed. Casey smiled warmly up at her dad. He smiled back.

They both knew that they were wrong. That the past shouldn’t be everything, and never leave in a thunder storm!

By: Casey Dryer