Eliza Vargas
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LA, aspiring singer, actress, and writer
Stories (40/0)
The Dog Ate My Homework
The dog ate my homework, and I wish I could say this is the first time it's happened but it isn't and I'm sure it's far from the last. My dog's name is Duck. Why Duck you ask? Well maybe you should ask my little brother Timmy because the only reason I can think a five-year-old would name a dog Duck is either A. He really likes ducks or B. He thinks the dog IS a duck. Either way when he came up with the name neither of my parents had the heart to correct him so now was Duck the dog, our new family pet. My parents got him just a couple of months ago because they figured it would teach my little brother and I some responsibility, but also just because everyone in our family had been dying to get a dog. That is until the eating of my homework started happening. And I know what you're thinking, the same thing everyone else thinks when I tell them the dog ate my homework, that I'm making it up all because I don't want to do my homework. Well, I am sorry to disappoint you but that could not be farther from the truth in my case. You see I am now a freshman in high school and I have always gotten good grades. ALWAYS. And now that I'm officially in high school it's important now more than ever that I maintain those grades so I can get into a good college and never have to see the mean self-absorbed kids at my school ever again. That's not exactly going to work if I fail half my classes and get held back. So of course when this started happening the first week I was horrified. At first, I thought I was imagining things, maybe I lost it, maybe Timmy put it somewhere he shouldn't have, both unlikely since they've never happened before but also not impossible. When I asked my parents about it they said they hadn't seen my homework anywhere and when I told the teachers I lost it they gave me a stern nod but let me make up the work...the first time. Then when it kept happening my mom started asking me if anything was wrong, my dad expressed how he was disappointed in me and all my teachers threatened to give me detention. It was so messed up, I have never done anything like this before and no one believed me when I said it wasn't my fault. That's when I discovered the truth. One day I decided to search the whole house to see if I could find where all my homework had mysteriously disappeared to and there he was. Duck the dog sitting in the corner of the laundry room with paper sticking out of his mouth. The second he saw me he just sat there staring at me because he knew that I knew what was going on. It was the longest staring contest I have ever had, and with a dog at that. Talk about the weirdest moment of my life. "Mom!" I ran to go tell my mom and the dog is running right behind me. "Mom the dog's been eating my homework, that's why it keeps disappearing, he's been eating it. Bad dog, bad dog!"
By Eliza Vargas4 years ago in Petlife
Long Lost Love
One night I was by myself walking home when I looked up and thought I saw a familiar face. At first, I wasn't sure, it was a fairly dark winter night and my eyes had been focused on a screen so long that I had to squint to see anything else. I tried calling out to them, asked who they were, explained my vision wasn't the greatest with them so far away. But there was no response. Surprisingly this more annoyed me then made me feel uncomfortable, but even still I didn't move toward them. The more I fixated on the figure the more I realized I did, in fact, know exactly who it was. In shock, I find myself slowly walking in his direction not believing at all who I was seeing. I thought he was dead, but there he was, right in front of me on the street, smiling at me. My late boyfriend. He died in a bad car accident a few years ago. And today was the anniversary of his death.
By Eliza Vargas4 years ago in Humans
One Thousand Miles Per Hour
I am someone who is always very careful. Since the day I was born nothing I had ever done wasn't methodically thought out or done without the utmost extreme caution. So the day I was selected to go to the moon I had failed. Or something was very wrong. Let me go back and explain.
By Eliza Vargas4 years ago in Horror
Book #1
Prologue Rose is a little girl whose parents could never help but feel that there was something different about her. They didn’t quite know what it was but they knew there was something that set her apart from most people. It wasn’t very apparent at first but over the years it became more obvious something very peculiar was happening. Just like any other baby girl she would wake up crying in the middle of the night, waking her parents with her loud screams. The thing was, her cries and screams seemed too violent at times. No one could understand why but they figured maybe it was normal for a baby. As she got a little older these violent nights continued and seemed to only get worse.
By Eliza Vargas4 years ago in Horror
Allie with the Emerald Green Eyes
The first thing I saw were her eyes. Those breathtaking emerald green eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them, to the point where everything around me just disappeared. She was so close to me that I could smell her perfume from her neck, which smelled like roses and strawberries. Bumping into me, she mumbled sorry, but the second our eyes met, she gave me the brightest smile I had ever seen. She blushed, immediately turning her face, and began to walk away. My eyes couldn’t help but follow her, and then she looked back at me. Now I was smiling like an idiot. Move dude, go get her, don’t just stand there.
By Eliza Vargas5 years ago in Humans
Laughter
Everyone else was laughing. From the moment I walked into the room and I couldn't understand why. Were they laughing at me? Did I walk in funny? Is there something wrong with the way I look that I didn't notice before I left the house? Or did something just happen before I walked in that everyone found hilarious? I approach one of my buddies so I can get clued in to the big joke.
By Eliza Vargas5 years ago in Horror