Katherine Lenado's Stories

The Betrayal with Sadness

2008-04-06T00:01:55Z

It was their tenth anniversary. Josh was out on a business trip in Milan and said he wouldn’t be back for a week. Klaire showed up as a surprise so they could spend the weekend together and celebrate their tenth. But, to her surprise, he was in his bed, but he wasn’t the only one in it.

She walked up to him, she had gotten dressed up and pampered herself for their special night, and smacked him across the face. She looked at him and saw the mark her hand left on his right cheek. Her eyes started tearing up and then she started screaming while tears streamed down her face. Her former husband just stood there, listening. After Klaire was through screaming he said, “Whatever.” Then went back in bed with the bitchy blonde he had slept with.

As Klaire ran down the hallway and into the elevator, she started to calm down. Instead of the betrayal and sadness she felt, it soon turned into anger. From that moment on, she vowed to make his life as miserbal as possible.

The Painting

2008-03-24T15:33:03Z

“How can I help you?” I asked when I saw a man enter my store.
“I was looking for a painting. Something vibrant, colorful, exciting, full of passion. Have anything that fits under that list of adjectives?” the man asked. I stopped sketching and looked up at the man, then back down at my work.
“Of course I do,” I said, “Are you looking for elegant or a piece that is way out there and unexpected?”
“Way out there and unexpected, for sure.”
“Alright then. Walk with me.” I took him into the back room of the store and showed him all of the most lively and sparkling paintings we had. He chose the piece with a child drawing a flower in a vase. The colored pencils the child was using stood out most.
“Any particular reason you picked this one?” I asked.
“My wife loves to draw, and this painting reminded me of her. I think I’ll give it to her for her birthday.”
“Well, I’m sure she’ll enjoy it.” I said.
“Thank you,” he said.
“No, thank you,” and he was off.
I returned to my sketch, and off I worked

Rachel

2008-03-19T00:59:02Z

Her name was Rachel. She was a fourteen year-old girl and live in Columbus, Ohio. Well, actually, her parents lived in Columbus, she was at bording school in Swizterland.

Her parents didn’t exaclty spend time with her. I guess they shipped her off to Switzerland so they could spend time together. She told me one day that she wasn’t planned, if you know what I mean. He parents got drunk at this party, and well, it’s pretty obvious what happened later.

She was alone most of the time. Until one day I noticed she looked extremely sad and talked to her for a while. We’ve been friends ever since. She told me that she saw her parents every two years and got an email or letter every three months. I felt really bad for her. She obviously had a rough life. Even though my parents are divorced, I couldn’t imagine going through what she has.

Ocean Crisis: The Search

2008-03-09T21:28:11Z

After I heard this, I thought terrible and awful thoughts. WHat happened to the girl?, I thought. I asked the boy where his mother was and then helped all the children out of the water. I ran to the mother and told what had happened. We immediately told started searching and called the police.

The mother, police, and I all searched for the missing child for hours. Wondering where she was, and if she was alive.

Someone nearby screamed, the searchers all ran over to her. There, laying in the sand, was the little girls bathingsuit. Oh no,this cannot be happening. Where was this girl? The mother started crying and screaming, frantically. I tried to calm her, I told her her daughter would be found. I hoped so anyways.

Changes for the Future

2008-03-09T02:29:04Z

First, I decided to change my appearance. After my dad died, I always wore my hair down and in front of my face to cover the hurt in my eyes. I asked my mom if she would take me took get my hair cut. She agreed.

I ran up to my room after I got home to look at my new hair. It is gorgeous, I thought. Appearance, check. My second change in life will be, my diet. After my dad died, I ate literally nothing. I suppose it was depression related; for dinner I made lasagna for my mom and I. For the first time in three years, my mom and I shared a few laughs and, finally talked about the memories of Dad. It was a wonderful feeling.

After dinner, I helped my mom clean the dishes and put them into the dish washer. My mom seemed happy, I could tell by the sparkle in her eyes. Later, in my bedroom, I made a list of changes for the future. My next change tomorrow will be, hang out with my friends more often. Yes, I thought, this will definately boost my spirits. That night, I fell asleep peacefully.

Ocean Crisis

2008-03-06T20:58:03Z

I was jogging along the beach. I saw children laughing and splashing each other playfully in the water. It was such a peaceful sight. Some girl scouts were selling leis to raise money for some charity.

I felt the wind in my hair and felt free. The sky started turning colors and the wind picked up. Though I thought nothing of it. It’s probably just going to drizzle a bit I thought. But was I wrong.

The trees started swaying violently, the flowers were losing they’re petals, and the waves were rousing violently. The children were still in the water, _oh god, _, I thought. So I yelled at them to get out of the water. They couldn’t here me. A huge wave was about to topple over them. So I ran into the ocean and tried to save them. When the wave passed and I surfaced, I saw them. Oh thank God, none of them were hurt. I went over to them and asked if they were all safe. The little boy said no, he asked if I knew where his sister was. She was no where to be found.

Sequel to Gleaming Skyscrapers

2008-03-05T22:58:55Z

As the desk receptionist led me towards the interview room, I felt anxious and worried. Am I going to hurl or faint right as I walk in? What if I stutter and the interviewer automatically throws me out? Oh my god,I thought.

I walked into the room and a stoical man in a big red leather chair stared me down and said, “You’re late, Miss Gracie Colmane.” “Yes, I know, and I’m so sorry.” Tears started streaming down my face. O god, no, this is not happening. I grab a tissue off his desk and wipe my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I must be allergic to something in this room.” Good cover, I thought, maybe this won’t go so bad afterall.

The man starts asking me questions about why I think I am fit for this position and what my goals are in life. I answer them as complete and descritply as possibly. He seemed pleased, or maybe it was just my imagination.

“Well, I belive this is all I need. You may leave now, Miss Gracie Colmane.” “Thank you,” I croaked. I left as quickly as possible.

Gleaming Skyscrapers

2008-03-05T03:48:07Z

As I was walking towards the big building, I guess you could call it a skyscraper, I felt like I was going to hurl. I was about ten minutes late for my job interview and was freaking out. I’m so not going to get that job, I thought. There is no way.

I walked through the super clean and shiny revolving doors and then walked towards the elevator. I pushed the up button, and while I was waiting for the elevator to arrive I thought of excuses for being late. I was in a car crash and had to wait for the tow truck, or how about my father was practically dying because he forgot his medicine and I had to rush to the drug store to get it for him? Heh, those excuses would never work.

The elevator opened and I walked towards the office. I pushed open the gleaming door and soon realized that this place was polished to perfection. I went to the front desk and told the receptionist I had a job interview. “Gracie Colmane?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “You’re late,” she stated flatly. “Yes I know.”

Life Twists and Turns

2008-03-04T03:11:46Z

After I had trudged up the terribly long staircase, I dropped my suitcases on the floor and stumbled into my bed. I felt like a huge weight had been dropped on me. My family and I had just moved here. I was in my first year of highschool at Skird Montessori, and I had no friends what so ever.

I felt like an outsider, everyone else in the grade had went to school together since kindergarten. So they already had their own cliques. I walked through the halls alone, ate lunch alone, and walked home alone. It was a continuous routine. It seemed as if no one would even notice if I dropped dead. Yes, including my family. They were to preoccupied with their super exclusive jobs and making millions everyday. Let’s just say, I had a lot of free time.

One day, when I came home from school, I decided to go for a run. Either to clear my mind or just to exercise. As I ran a car started following me, I thought nothing of it until a man jumped out and grabbed me. Oh god, I thought, this is the end.

The Garden

2008-03-04T02:39:03Z

As I walked through the garden, I took everything in. The extraordinary flowers, the birds chirping, and watching the trees sway, gracefully. I always walk through this garden, it reminds me of my dad; he died in a car crash three years ago.
Ever since I have always walked through his garden whenever I needed to think or when something was troubling me. The garden reminded me of him, the fun times we used to have together. We used to always plant flowers together; his favorite was a tulip. Every time a new tulip popped up out of the ground, he would call me over and admire its beauty. He did this all the time during the spring, and even with late bloomers in the summer.
This is where we talked, about all kinds of things. Political and personal thoughts. He would ask me how my day was, and I would ask him the same thing. It was a routine we had. After going through his garden, so many memories lingered in my mind. I walked back to my house and read for a while. Then I finally realized, I needed to change.