Stairs river pink cooked nervous
I remember the last text message conversation I had with my best friend. Sad is the only way to describe it. I said hi, she said bye. I wondered why and then called her. I asked her what was going on. She said she was nervous. I asked why and then she said she was at pink river, the only river in town. I walked down my stairs and cooked myself a fritter still talking to her. She eventually said bye. The line went dead. I called her again, voicemail. Again, voicmail. Again, voicmail. I knew what had happened. Pink river was known for it. It hard currents were hard to beat. My best friend has gone. Forever.
She hated me. She HATED me. I bet you’re wondering why. Let me tell you; Friday. My favourite day of the week. Well not anymore. My and Ellie, we were best friends. We did everything together. We went to the ice-cream shop together, did homework together, watched T.V. together, we even read together. I hate fights. So I now hate Fridays. She just ignored all our history and in the blink of and eye ditched me. Just like that. And now I bet your wondering why she ditched me. And here’s why, no reason. I did nothing. Nothing at all. What did I do to deserve this. Nothing.
Prompt:…Flame Ice Lime Regularly Clock
As I stared at the clock, I couldn’t help but thinking “where is she.” She was regularly on time. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped the teddy bear tighter in my hand. Finally. She pulled up in the driveway.
I opened the door for her, she held the tiny flame in her hand. “Are you ready for this,” she asked.
“I sure am,” I replied and just like that, in a matter of seconds, my house was on fire. I smelt the burnt lime juice coming from the kitchen, I heard the sounds of my neighbors screaming and calling 000 saying I was an out of control child. I didn’t care. My heart was as cold as ice at that moment. I now regret it. Big time.