Short Story #1

Abigail. Abigail was the girl's name. She was sixteen years old. She had short red hair and grey eyes. She sat in the back of her classroom by the window. She sat there staring out the window as it rained lightly outside and the cars drove by her school building.

Abigail was an organized girl. She kept a tight schedule almost never going out of routine. She was always prepared for everything and always planned for the unexpected. Always the same meals. Same hairdo. She listened to her music in the same order. Same shoes. Everything was a routine for her. Abigail's room was picture perfect. Nothing ever moved half a centimeter out of its place. Abigail was a very intelligent young girl. She was way ahead of the others in her class. She was part of one of the most rigorous summer programs in the nation. She also was able to maintain a job all year long. A paid internship. She worked at a law firm in the heart of downtown.

Everyone thought that she was happy. She thought she was happy. She never lacked anything. Abigail was not much of a talker. She had a tendency to sit back and watch others around her. Although, she did not talk much she definitely always had something to say about everything. She was very observant of her surroundings at all times. She noticed everything that happened around her. She thought about everything she saw. She would wonder all kinds of things. She would sit and think. She was always by herself because she wanted to be able to think. Thinking about anything and everything was her best quality. Unless it is not a quality she wanted to possess.

As she sat staring at the rain, her thoughts went to her teacher’s voice. Her chemistry teacher spoke of atoms and molecules. Abigail moved her eyes away from the window to look at the screen in front of the room. The diagrams on the screen told Abigail that today’s lesson was about how atoms bonded and the different types of bonds. Abigail had already read the chapter in her textbook that covered this material. After a few seconds of looking at the screen, Abigail turned back to look out the window.

She could hear the voices of her classmates who thought they were unnoticeably quiet. They were talking about the new kid who just moved to Chicago from California. Abigail still had not seen this boy was compared to a god. Abigail was not much for gushing over guys. She thought there was no point if they were not going to notice her anyway.  She thought that they were just being incredibly annoying. Abigail just wanted them to shut their mouths so that later they would not complain about their low grade on the quiz they had on the material the next day.

Abigail had her own thoughts to worry about. She recently went to the doctor. Her mother was worried about Abigail because she kept complaining about her bones in her legs hurting. When the doctor asked about the family history with any diseases Abigail said that there were none. Before Abigail could leave with her mom the doctor asked her mom. She hesitated. Her eyes watered. She felt terrible. Abigail’s mom confessed that a couple family members had struggled from osteosarcoma, a cancer in the bones.

           It had become increasingly difficult for Abigail to keep up with her routines as she waited day by day for the test results. She was unable to keep her mind off the possibility that she may have to struggle with such pain the rest of her life. Abigail’s eyes brimmed with moisture threatening to pour over the edge. Abigail shut her eyes and listened to all the noises around her. She heard Mike tapping his pen against the desk. The girls were still talking about the new boy. Chris’s soft snores could be heard next to Abigail. She was not comforted by the noises going on around her but she forced herself to sleep. Something she never allowed herself to do during class. Abigail was desperate to shut her thoughts off.