Short Story... Sorry, It's Not a DIY

Hello everyone! It's Ariel, and I'm struggling with the time to do another DIY, so I decided I would share a story I've been working on. I know I'm not sticking to my topic of a simple DIY project with this post, but I figured rather than rush to do a sloppy project, I would share something else with you guys! So, I wrote this story in creative writing, and since I'm sharing it with you guys, I'd love some feedback! :)

          “Lena Hansen, please come to the front office.” I hear my name called over the intercom and cringe. Oh great, what happened this time? I don’t remember doing anything bad in the last few days… I sigh and grab my books before standing up and awkwardly stumbling out of the classroom. I can feel everyone’s eyes follow me out of the room and I feel my cheeks heat up with anger and nervousness. I walk down the hallway toward the front of the building. I don’t see either of my parents, or anyone I should be concerned about. I slowly step toward the office desk, where a lady is sitting behind it.

Drawn by me!

         “How may I help you?” She asks in a slightly annoyed tone.

         “I was called to the office. I’m Lena.” I say, sighing a little.

         “Oh yes, you’ve been checked out for a last minute doctor’s appointment.” She says, handing me a checkout slip.

         “What?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.

         “Your father called, he’s waiting outside.” She replies as if it’s obvious. I nod and turn away, then grab my backpack and strut out. 

         “My dad is at work… Why would he be taking me to the doctor’s?” I whisper to myself shaking my head. I push open the doors and walk to the parking lot. An old, beat up truck with blue chipping paint is parked on the curb across the street from the school. I smile as soon as I see the driver and walk towards the vehicle a little faster. I eventually break out into full speed running and finally reach the truck.

         “Hey, darlin’.” The driver says in his thick southern accent and I open the door as fast as possible. I jump in and wrap my arms around him, embracing his presence. The smell of his cologne fills my nose and I smile, sighing.

         “Corbin. What are you doing here?” I whisper into his ear, and I can tell he’s smiling.

         “I thought I’d stop by for a visit.” He says and I pull back. We both stare at each other smiling.

         “Well this ought to be a heck of a day! I can’t believe you’re here!” I continue to smile as I shut the passenger side door and buckle my seatbelt.

He pulls away from the curb and slowly starts to roll down the road before he steps on the gas. The car zooms down the street, and I can’t help but smile like a stupid fool.

         “How’d you get here?” I ask after a few minutes of silence.

         “I drove.” He says simply like it’s no big deal.

         “Oh my God, Corbin! You drove here all the way for me?” I ask my cheeks turning pink.

         “Anything for my little sis!” He says, looking at me smiling. We stay looking at each other for a while, still driving down the road, both too distracted by each other’s presence. I finally turn my head back to the road but am horrified by what I see.

         “Corbin!” I shout, and he turns his head, but a second too late. A car in the opposite lane crashes into our vehicle, sending me flying backwards in the blink of an eye. My seat belt comes unbuckled and my body is slammed into the backseat. The truck rattles and my vision blurs. I look around slowly, seeing that my leg has been crushed under the weight of the back left door, along with Corbin’s seat… Corbin!

         “Corbin! No! Corbin!” I shriek, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I struggle to pull myself out from under the rubble, but don’t get very far. Panic takes over my body and I shake uncontrollably. The edges of my vision slowly fade black and a numbness floods my body. I inhale a shaky breath and slowly close my eyes, falling into a deep sleep. 

         Bright lights shine into my barely opened eyes. I blink a little until my vision becomes less blurry. My eyes focus on a white ceiling. I sit up a little and take in my surroundings. I am in a completely white room, the and there are very few pieces of furniture. Across from me is a closed door, to my left a grey plastic table, and to my right a heart monitor and IV stand.

Well, that's it for my short story! I really hope you enjoyed and I apologize for this not being a DIY project, but I'll be back with a new, and fun project for you guys next week! If you'd still like to try out a DIY project you can check out StudioDIY! Thank you so much for reading, and please leave any feedback! This story also does not have a title so feel free to suggest any ideas! Also, please check out my poll and vote for which project you'd like to see next!

~Ariel