The Phone Call - Short StoryHe ran, not knowing where he was going. The only thoughts in his head at that moment were "I have to run! I have to keep going. I can't stop!" He was starting to regret eating the snack earlier. Since he ate almost nothing, the smallest morsel of food could appear as if he had eaten a three-course meal. But if he had known beforehand what was going to happen, he would have lost his little appetite. But he couldn't have known it would become pear-shaped, could he? It had started out as a normal November morning, cold and breezy, with the lazy sun not quite quenching the grass's thirst for sunlight. The girl had gone to school, Cliffmont High School, around 7:00, her usual time. It was only a mile walk to the bus stop, but it took her a good fifteen minutes. He lived on the outskirts of Detroit, in a place known as Plady Way. It wasn't the friendliest area. Getting to school was something the girl greatly appreciated. She liked to make an entrance. As she started up, she could hear the engine whispering softly beneath her, while the heater purred loudly, like a cat being stroked under the chin. At the next stop a girl got on. She had never been to school before and everyone was curious to find out who she was. She was pretty, even if she had unusual features. She had deep, steady blue eyes, a perfect nose and full lips. Her hair was long, a beautiful medium brown. She was thin, with long legs and perfectly manicured hands. Her name was Lilla. Lyla sat down, six rows back, right in front of the girl, and looked at her curiously. "Hi, I'm Lyla!" He declared, and then announced… in the center of the paper… painful, and Lyla was covering her mouth. Lyla reached down and grabbed a pillow from under the bed. The girl wriggled, struggling to free herself. Outside, in the waiting room, the girl's parents had arrived. The nurse was accompanying them. They passed a relaxed, pretty girl with unusual features; wide and fixed blue eyes, a perfect nose and full lips. He was calmly walking towards the hospital exit. The parents continued walking. "I think she's still sleeping," the nurse informed them, "but you can go and sit next to her if you want." All three entered the room. The girl's eyelids were closed, but her chest wasn't rising and falling as it should. The nurse looked at the monitor and saw with alarm that there were two straight lines on the screen. It was making a monotonous sound. Cammy was dead.