Spring Break and a short story =)

So far my spring break has been amazing. But I feel the effects of not being with my friends. I don't know why, but I think I'm happier at school then I am at home all by my lonesome... And the worst part is, I’m almost out of Girl Scout cookies :"(

I’m not really in the writing mood, but I just wanted to post something for all of you dedicated followers. (Sarcasm intended) so, until next time TOOTLES!

Alright not tootles yet. I need to talk. About what? I do not know. But I suppose it has something about how I'm so flippin worried about my future and I'm not even out of middle school yet. I mean COME ON! I really want to be an artist. I love to doodle, sew, and write. I'm just so worried that one day I'll be stuck in a dead end job worth less then crap. I super a lot want to be an author, but i can never force a story to come, but i guess there pretty good when they do.. I suppose i just need to elaborate a little on what happens to my characters. Ah well here’s my favorite story that I wrote. I call it
Fading Fast

Her breaths were coming short and uneven. I wanted to tell her that everything would be ok, but whenever I opened my mouth to say something a soft whimper escapes, and we both knew it was a lie. I couldn’t speak the only thing I could do was hold myself together and keep myself from crying. I don’t want that to be the last thing she sees.

“Ethan,” She exhales. And her body shudders with the effort to speak.

“I’m here baby, don’t worry I won’t leave you.” I give her my finest lopsided smile that she loved so much, but despite my best efforts, a tear escapes the corner of my eye.

“You’re crying,” she whispers. She lifts her hand to wipe my tear away, but the best she can do is slightly lift her fingers from the ground and even that slight movement sends her body into tremors. And there’s not a thing I can do to help her. She’s going to die and there’s nothing I can do to stop it from happening. So I burry my face into her neck so she won’t see me cry and I whisper her three favorite words, “I love you.”

She smiles and laughs a little bit, but her laughs turn to coughing and her smile turns into a grimace. She struggles to move. To guide my lips to hers as she always did when I told her I loved her. She manages to lift her head and brush her lips against mine, but soon falls limp again. Her attempts to make me feel better in this situation only break the dam that had held my tears. She always thinks of others, no matter what condition she’s in. I could no longer hide them from her I wanted to see her eyes. I wanted to see the life that still pulsed through them. I pulled away from her neck and looked at her. Her eyes, blue as the sky, her lips, red as cherry’s, her hair curly and brown, but her usually rosy cheeks were pail and colorless.

“I will always love you to Ethan,” and that was that. Her last breath escapes her, the light fades from her eyes, and she dies in my arms with my name on her lips.

ok now i'm just going to say this is copy righted... so no stealing