I already asked this question, but oh well.How do you like this story for my 9th grade english class?Be honest

Do you like this?It's the first part of my episodic novel for my English class.It's called Solitary.Be honest.

“Conrad?”

“Hmmmmmmm?”

“Conrad!”

“Yeah?”

“Snap out of it! You’re sitting down on the job.”

“Sorry, boss. I was just thinking about…her.”

“Well, quit. Felix is vomiting again. I need you to give him some more medication.”

“Yes, sir.”

Felix is a giraffe in the San Diego Zoo, where I work as a veterinarian, mainly specializing in the care of African animals. I love animals. I have ever since I was seven years old. My family and I went to Africa for a vacation. I was instantly captivated by their splendor and elegance. I worked at a factory farm, too, but quit immediately after I saw the suffering the animals go through just to feed us. I then became a vegan. I also volunteer at the animal shelter weekly. Yeah, animals are pretty much my life, the exception of course, my girlfriend, Trina.

Ah, yes. Trina. Just the thought of her name brings her faultless image into my mind.

“Focus,” I say aloud to myself. “Felix needs your help.”

Soon after coming to Felix’s aid, I return home and call Trina.

“Hello?” her harmonious voice asks.

“Hi, honey. How is it in Pittsburgh?” I ask, elated at just hearing her voice.

“It’s all right, but it’s nothing without you,” she giggles.

“So, when are you going to get a break from your chaotic life as a saleswoman so I can go and see you?”

“Actually, if you get here by next week, we’ll get a whole seven days to ourselves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll go get packed right now!

“Okay!”

“I love you, short stuff.”

“I love you, too, tall one.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

I can’t believe it. I’ve been waiting for this since she left for Pennsylvania, a month ago. I’m nervous and excited and a thousand other feelings.

I need to rest, I think to myself. Wait. What am I thinking? I can’t sleep! This is too important for me too sleep with it on mind. What if she says no? I can’t do this. No, I have to! This is the perfect chance! I’m only asking her to marry me. You’ve been dreaming of this for months. You even have the perfect ring for her.

Exactly five days later, before I know it, I’m shoving all of my junk into the back of my electric car, preparing to leave my beloved home and city. Somehow, though, for the first time in days, I think about nothing but the road, I worry about nothing, and I feel nothing. However, after eighteen cups of coffee, passing through more cities than I cold count and driving for more than twenty hours straight, I am more nervous than I have ever been.

I finally enter a city called Piggott in Arkansas. There’s not a lot of houses here from what I can see, only some business buildings. I drive around for about half an hour and finally cross an inn named Downtown Inn. I pay the hundred bucks a night, groggily make it up to my room, set my alarm for seven ‘o’ clock, and fall immediately into a deep slumber.

I’m in some sort of upscale restaurant. I spot Trina. I rise from my seat and start rushing towards her, except I’m not moving, but she apparently is, although her legs are not moving. She is moving away from me, mouthing a word repeatedly that looks wondrously like the word ‘no’ while I’m just crying out for her as she just gets smaller and smaller.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

This is the noise that luckily woke me from my nightmare. I wake with a start, reliving the nightmare in my mind. I tell myself it was just a dream and turn on the morning news.

“Hmmmmm, that’s odd,” I remark to no one but myself. “Usually the news is on by now. Maybe it’s on a different channel.” I check the other stations, but no luck. I figure the alarm clock is simply wrong, gather my stuff, and head to the lobby to check out of the motel, but, just my luck, there is no one there, so I just lug all of my stuff to my car and decide to check out after I get a cup of nice, warm coffee.

I walk into a nearby Starbucks to find an empty building. There’s no one here. Weird. They’re all gone, nowhere to be found.

I run outside, go to the building next door, and find the same thing; emptiness. I repeat this several times before I figure out that everyone in the town is gone.

I dash to the payphone on the side of the street. I look around again, wondering if I am merely insane. Nope there’s definitely no sign of any human anywhere. There’s empty cars all over the street, most of which had collided with other cars and other objects as if there was no controlling them

Wait, maybe there’s a logical explanation for all of this. Maybe it’s only some sort of bizarre town ritual they do sometimes. They arrange the cars like that, too. Yeah that makes tons of sense. Okay, maybe it doesn’t make any sense.

First, I dial Trina’s motel number, since neither of us has a cell phone. No answer. I try calling my boss. No answer. My parents. No answer. The police. No answer. Random numbers. Still no answer.

“WHERE IN THE HELL IS EVERYBODY?!”

Great. I’m here in this hick town with no one but me. By myself. Alone.I already asked this question, but oh well.How do you like this story for my 9th grade english class?Be honest
I like it, I think it is good. I am being completely honest.
Wow, thats really good.

i wanna know the ending!!! lolI already asked this question, but oh well.How do you like this story for my 9th grade english class?Be honest
Oh I like it a lot. Very good young lady! It has me asking, "what's next?" I hope you get an A for it. How horrible for Conrad. It's a great start to a potential novel. Kinda Stephen King like. Keep up the good work. I am serious! I am glad that I read it. Good luck.
That sucks i could right a better story you souk
that was really good i really want to know the ending!!! you should so get an A on that its really really really goood!
wow thats very good luv it
I think it's fantastic!!
I love it! Can we have the rest?
luv it



A+++++