Ok, so this is a short story I wrote a LONG time ago! Ok, well not that long ago...it was my sophomore year of High School that I wrote this. I wrote after we took a walk to a cemetary and had to find a tombstone and then create a story about that persons life. I found one that had a young girl and it just had a last name and the birth and death year on it. I made up my own name and then wrote this story:
Angelina Carter
It was April 3, 1993 when a young couple welcomed a beautiful new baby girl into their lives. They saw her and loved her right away, and named her Angelina Joy Carter. A love that only lasted about a week. Then began Angelina'a awful life. Her father became a raging drunk, and her mom began to spend time on ciggarets and drugs. The couple also began to have raging fights that would get very scary. Angelina just grew up with it, even though some hights would lead to brutal beatings. It was when Angelina turned six that she began to spend time away from home.
One look at her, and all people saw was a small little girl, wearing old, beat up clothes, and had strawberry-blonde hair with blue eyes. No one ever saw the truth behind her frightening nights. Angelina would walk into her old, crumbling, small house, filled with the smell of smoke and a drunks vomit. She would hear the sounds of angry, loud, yelling and try to sneak passed to get to her room without any attacks. But, most nights were unsuccesful. She would get caught, and suffer the consequences. She would be dragged in by her mother, then her father would get into a drunken yell, then he would throw a punch. Angelina would cry out in pain, then her mother would begin to violently shake her to make her get quiet. There would be some more hitting and slapping, and then she would be, literately, thrown out of the room. Angelina would lay here in the darkness, then slowly stand up and walk away to her room in unbearable pain. She would then flop onto her bed and cry herself to sleep. This was Angelina's secret life that no one knew about.
Angelina was only noticed because of her strang quality of lonliness. During the day, Angelina would go to school, and then to town, and then spend the rest of the day at Moon Lake Park. But, she was always alone, and only talked to herself. At school, sh would sit in the desk in the back corner, not talking to anyone. The playground was always a place where she did things alone, and avoided contact with others. Her teacher found this strange, but never could figure out why, since Angelina never talked and know one ever saw her parents out and about. Then, after school, Angelina would go into town. There, she just walked around and looked into the store windows. Everyone who saw Angelina just saw her as lonely, depressed, or lacking in communication skills. Really, Angelina just didn't know who to trust, and who to believe in. After being in town, she would go to Moon Lake Park, and just sit on the bench over looking a small pond with ducks swimming everywhere. At this small park, Angelina felt at peace and almost free. This was the only place that she felt like she could smile and be truly happy. Then, when Angelina was eight-years-old, everything changed.
It was about three months after her eighth birthday, and Angelina had just gotten home from the park. She walked into her house and, immediately, heard raging screams and angry words. They were much louder than normal, making Angelina more frightened than normal. She tried to run and somewhere to hide, but it was no use. Her father grabbed her and pulled her into the kitchen, where and overpowering smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. Angelina's father began to shake her with rage, and yell at her, and blame things on her. He then tossed her to the floor like an old teddy bear. Her mother then began to kick her with anger and frustration. Angelina curled herself into a ball and just took each kick, one by one. Soon as her mom stopped, Angelina stood up and looked around, and saw the room was empty. She quickly ran up stairs, but was then stopped at the top by her parents. They started to yell and toss Angelina back and forth like a base ball. Once again she was thrown to the floor, but this time both parents started to kick and hit her. Angelina cried and yelled in pain with each grueling hit and kick. Both parents then lifter her up and tossed her down the stairs, and watched Angelina tumble to the bottom. They left and Angelina lied there, unable to move and in pain. She soon fell unconcious, and was left at the bottom of the stairs to breath ber last waking breaths. Then, she fell cold and dead as a broken eight-year-old girl.
It wasn't until the following morning Angelina's dead body was found by a police officer that was sebt to check on Angelina by a worried school. Her parents pulled an evil, well put on act of crying and acting torn apart by her sight. The police bought it, and they told everyone that Angelina fell down the stairs and died from a horrible brain injury. All thought it was true, and no one sought to find another answer.
Shortly after all that was decided, Angelina's parents left the state, and that led to suspicions. But, they were suspicions no one sought to find the answer to. Angelina now lies in a casket buried at the local cemetary with a tombstone above her. A tombstone that states her name, date of birth and death, and the words, "A girl full of mystery and a death with a bigger one." Angelina Carter will now never get justice for her terrible ending, and will never to have a chance to live a free life. Good-bye, and enjoy life in heaven, Angelina Carter!
THE END
I know it's kind of deppressing, but just give me your feedback!! Thanks!
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