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MY EXTRA LOSS
#WritcoStoryPrompt120
Write a story based on the phrase "You will realize a person's worth when they are gone."
I rested against the large steep walls, the huge carpeted halls scram of money. From the flashing light of the diamond themed chandelier to the shiny glazed wall, reflecting the light to a bare minimum. Pieces of clay caricatures and statues ran down the wall, a glass display covering some relic getting between the two once in a while. My large shoes clack was muffled by the red carpet that flowed down to the dinning room.
A picture caught my eye and I turned. A family of three circled around a well tailored cushion. I could still remember the heavy scent of the fur of the artic fox of that day. Trying to get our family higher up the noble pedestal, we joined in in the monthly themed photoshoot. This one was about animals. Matching the white of the couch. My parents and I were dressed in a brownish white suit with pants. A thirteen year old sat at the centre, her face drawn in concentration and upkeeping of poise. I could still feel the memory of how I had managed to sit down so still. My honey brown eyes were slightly squinted.
for my father, his brown locks were slicked back glistening under the immense lighting of that day. His ocean blue eyes were bright and twinkling, his pink lips were curved up in a smile. Not the genuine one but the one that said, "I am better than you so, stay out of my way." My mother sat beside me, her honey brown eyes twinkling also. Her long black braids tied up in a bun, pricklies of pins and needles that had sunk itself into a sack. Her eyes sparkled in calculation. A friendly smile gracing her features, just to cover her other thoughts.
Watching this picture, my lips curved downwards slightly. They'd left two months back and were involved in a crash. My heart boiled in anger as I reminisced. A year and a half ago, I had met a boy whom I liked immensly. His name was Ashton. I had met the boy, a distance from the noble city school.
I had asked my driver to take a deserted road at the outskirts of town just to avoid any forced conversation I would have with any other self proclaimed brat. The car tire had busted thanks to some needles that had coated the road. As my driver was looking to replace the tire, we heard gun shots. I tried to call my parents or the police but the line didn't go through. There was no network.
As we continued to scramble for life, a guy...
Write a story based on the phrase "You will realize a person's worth when they are gone."
I rested against the large steep walls, the huge carpeted halls scram of money. From the flashing light of the diamond themed chandelier to the shiny glazed wall, reflecting the light to a bare minimum. Pieces of clay caricatures and statues ran down the wall, a glass display covering some relic getting between the two once in a while. My large shoes clack was muffled by the red carpet that flowed down to the dinning room.
A picture caught my eye and I turned. A family of three circled around a well tailored cushion. I could still remember the heavy scent of the fur of the artic fox of that day. Trying to get our family higher up the noble pedestal, we joined in in the monthly themed photoshoot. This one was about animals. Matching the white of the couch. My parents and I were dressed in a brownish white suit with pants. A thirteen year old sat at the centre, her face drawn in concentration and upkeeping of poise. I could still feel the memory of how I had managed to sit down so still. My honey brown eyes were slightly squinted.
for my father, his brown locks were slicked back glistening under the immense lighting of that day. His ocean blue eyes were bright and twinkling, his pink lips were curved up in a smile. Not the genuine one but the one that said, "I am better than you so, stay out of my way." My mother sat beside me, her honey brown eyes twinkling also. Her long black braids tied up in a bun, pricklies of pins and needles that had sunk itself into a sack. Her eyes sparkled in calculation. A friendly smile gracing her features, just to cover her other thoughts.
Watching this picture, my lips curved downwards slightly. They'd left two months back and were involved in a crash. My heart boiled in anger as I reminisced. A year and a half ago, I had met a boy whom I liked immensly. His name was Ashton. I had met the boy, a distance from the noble city school.
I had asked my driver to take a deserted road at the outskirts of town just to avoid any forced conversation I would have with any other self proclaimed brat. The car tire had busted thanks to some needles that had coated the road. As my driver was looking to replace the tire, we heard gun shots. I tried to call my parents or the police but the line didn't go through. There was no network.
As we continued to scramble for life, a guy...
