Creative Writing Story

For LA class we had to write a story based on a picture and an emotion. We looked at the picture for a little while then we pulled sheets of paper out of a cup that had emotions on it. I got worried.

Worried: I felt like I had been walking for hours. My legs were scorching with pain, but I knew I had to keep going. Mom and Dad would’ve killed me if they had come home and found Charlie gone. I had no idea what a bad idea it was to play tag in the woods, I should’ve known better. Mom and Dad told me that it was my responsibility to watch Charlie, so I knew if I couldn’t find Charlie they would never trust me to do anything ever again. I began to notice that everything around me was starting to look familiar, I felt like I wanted to cry, but I knew I had to keep calm if I wanted to find Charlie. I thought back to the survivor shows I used to watch as a kid, and remembered an important rule that they frequently talked about: Always mark your surroundings. I looked around and picked up the sharpest stick I could find. I went up to the tree in front of me and carved an x into it, it wasn’t easy but I think I was so determined to find Charlie that I was overcome with great strength. After I finished that I started to walk in the opposite direction, I tried to make a map in my head of where I had been when I tripped over something and fell. I had scraped my hands on the twigs when I caught myself and it was burning like crazy. My eyes started to water and before I knew it I was bawling like a newborn baby. I tried to stop, but the tears just kept coming. I sat down on the rock next to me too collect myself and took deep breaths. Finally when I was calmed down I noticed something that I had failed to notice before. Charlie’s blanket. He carried his blanket with him everywhere and he’d had it since he was a wee-little baby. He had to have gone that way so I got up and sprinted down the path, yelling his name. I stopped at an opening where their were 2 paths, I couldn’t decide which one to go down. I started to go down the path on the right when I heard a whimpering sound coming from the other path. I knew Charlie’s cry enough to recognize that he was making those sounds. I ran down that path and found him curled up in a ball, his thumb in his mouth rocking back and forth crying softly. The sound of twigs breaking made his head whip up, his face broke into a huge grin, spreading from the sides of his face. He ran up to me and almost knocked me over while giving me a big bear hug. We both were crying tears of joy. I used the map that I had traced in my mind and the x’s on the trees to find my way back. We walked back in silence, and picked up his teddy bear on the way. When we finally reached the opening in the woods Charlie and I sprinted to our house. I knew that I would probably be grounded for losing him in the first place but I don’t care, as long as he’s home and safe and sound! We had just ran inside and collapsed on the couch when we heard the sound of the garage door opening. Charlie turned to me and held out his pinkie, “if you won’t tell, I won’t.” He said to me, surprising me because usually he would tell on me without a second thought. We wrapped pinkie’s and hugged once again. I guess I won’t be getting in trouble after all! I pulled a twig out of his hair and he laughed, I joined in and we probably laughed only for a couple of seconds when our laughter was interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening, and seconds later. “Charlie, Katie, we’re home!”  We ran up to our parents and hugged them harder than we had ever before, grateful to be home.