Misty Ellis

Wishing it would stop

it was a cool, dizzily day in July, which was an odd special in itself. Usually bright and sunny, it had just rained the day before. The cool temperature created mist, which lined the streets. On the road, a car was zooming faster than the speed limit, a Kathleen Ellis in the back seat, clutching her stomach painfully.
Will you hurry up Michael!? She yelled, stuffling a scream. The driver of the car stepped on it.
If I go any faster the cops'll stop me Kathleen! Michael tossed back, continuing to speed. Sure enough, the flashing blue and red of a police car broke through the mist. Michael sighed in aggravation, brown hair falling into his eyes.
I'll let them give me a ticket ad the hospital. he muttered, not stopping. The siren got louder, but finally the hospital came into view. Michael turned sharply, his wife giving a scream.
Hurry…up! She wheezed. Michael drove to the emergency room and parked. The policeman pulled up next to him, but Michael payed no need.
Sir…why were you speeding? He mumbled, writing out a ticket. The police officer looked very bored, and just as he said that he yawned deeply. Michael gruffed.
My wife's about to have our kid, that's why! The aggravated man said. The officer glanced at Kathleen, then ran into the hospital building.
Soon afterwards, the hospital workers headed outside with a stretcher. Michael watched, following them and waiting in the room of waiting for awhile. The police offer came over to him.
All right. This's a valid excuse then He said in a gruff voice, then left the building. Michael nodded, then he was allowed in the room.

Hours later, Kathleen held a little girl in her arms. She had her mother's coloring and light freckles, and her father's green blue eyes. She cried. Kathleen glanced at Michael, and he smiled.
What should we name her?" Kathleen asked. Michael glanced out the window, watching the mist roll around. The trees were just behind them, swaying with the wind. It felt nostalgic to watch the trees move so freely.
How about….Misty?" He asked. Kathleen nodded, her short blonde hair sticking to her tired and damp face.
Misty Ellis. Hello, sweetie

Age 11

Eleven years later, living in a very small town in Massachusetts, Misty had grown. She had the long blonde hair of her mother, and the eyes of her father remained. Her freckles shown brightly against the pink of her cheeks. The eleven year old was currently playing with a few dolls, her hair wrapped into a ponytail. She had a grin on her face. Suddenly, a great idea fell upon her. She was going for a walk.
It was misty outside, like her name. Misty headed outside, telling her mother she'd be playing out back. She instead decided to run down the street, all the way to the end. She then turned and darted towards the main district.
Misty wasn't intending on running away, she just wanted to see the town. It was very pretty, the countryside in perfect view past the hills and buildings. She grinned and walked down to the shopping district, watching the people pass her. She felt exhilarated to be doing something she wasn't supposed to.
How much longer? She heard. She slowly turned, her curious and naïve nature telling her to. She crouched behind a red car, watching two men converse.
One more hour. That's when we leave. Now go get a kid! The taller one said. He was a head taller than the other, with dark skin. He wore a white baggy tee shirt, and pants down to his knees. Misty shook her head. The other one had light blonde hair and Caucasian skin, with sunglasses on. He wore regular jeans and a slanted hat. Misty crouched lower.
Like who? It isn't gonna be easy to take a kid out of the blue. he said. Misty thought. takeing a kid? That didn't sound good? She pouted, and went to leave, but she cracked a twig. She froze.
Who's there? The Caucasian one asked, heading towards the car. He smirked, seeing Misty.
Awww. It's a little girl. Pretty cute too. He said. Misty turned sharply. How dare this weirdo call her cute! She puffed out her chest and tried to look as intimidating as an eleven year old girl could.
Now look here, mwister. Misty said, slurring Mister. Who are you? She asked. The boy grinned. The dark toned one walked over and picked Misty up. Misty struggled.
Put me down! She demanded. The dark toned man glanced around.
Jake, if anyone asks, she's your little sister. he said, placing Misty in Jake's arms. Jake tripped a bit. He glanced at Misty, who was looking at the dark toned man.
Korey, why do you want her? He asked. Korey grinned, and played with Misty's hair.
To test something. He said. Misty cowered, grapping Jake's shirt.
Wait, we can't hurt her. Or take her. We could get in trouble! Jake protested. Korey crossed his arms, then narrowed his eyes at Jake. His black hair fell in his eyes, coming lose from the ponytail.
I don't like traitors, Jake. Korey said. Jake backed away, searching for someone to help. He placed Misty on the ground, then knelt to her height.
Get home, kid. He said. Korey scowled, smelling of spirits. (Neomail Meishu if you don't know what I mean) He reached into his pocket and pulled out a nug.(backwards). He pointed it at Jake.
Traitor. He said. Misty blinked, then did the first thing she thought of and ran back up the hill, screaming for help. Korey was too occupied, and Misty heard a shot. She was crying now, as she tripped onto a police officer.
What was that shot? He asked. Do you know? He asked Misty. Misty nodded. She pointed down the hill, and noticed a few police cars driving there. She hugged the police officer, sobbing. The officer smiled, and knelt down. It was the same young officer who chased Michael to the hospital.
I'll take you home. he said. He walked with Misty, as she told him where she lived. She since forgot the exact way. Fortunately he knew.

When she got home, her parents were ecstatic. They thanks the police officer, Michael recognizing him slightly but saying nothing. He and the officer talked, and Misty sat down with her mother and a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
Where were you? her mother cooed, patting her dirty hair. The news was on, and she watched the scene. She pointed there, and there was the small figure of her running off just as the police arrived. She whimpered, listening to the story.
…and so, we've received reports about a shooting here downtown. A man in his late twenties shot a boy in his teens. The shooter is currently being taken into custody. The teenage boy was pronounced dead on the scene. Witnesses saw a little girl with them, roughly nine years old. She was in the teenager's arms. She was struggling, and the boy could have been predicting a taking… Misty shook her head.
No! No! The bad guy is that one. She said, pointing a trembling finger at Korey. He glared into the T.V., as if he could see her.
her was pronounced dead on the scene… The words that haunted Misty for the rest of her childhood

Age 13

Misty was a witness in Jake's murder trial. She was told to say exactly what she remembered, and she remembered it clear as day. She told an accurate story, defending Jake and leaving the parts that he played in 'attempted kidnapping' her. All Misty knew was that Korey was guilty.
We, the jury, find the defendant Korey Taylor guilty of all charges. A spokeswoman for the jury said. Misty smiled slightly, happy that this was coming to a close, finally. It took up 2 and a half years of her life, but finally the trial was over. This sparked Misty's dream to become a lawyer, to put the criminals to justice. She looked at the lawyer who had helped Jake's family file the lawsuit, and slowly walked over. The lawyer was a man, tall with black hair and glasses. She watched him file papers, a nose on the desk. He laughed slightly, noticing her.
May I help you? he asked. Misty glanced up, her parents talking with the judge.
How do you become a lawyer? She asked. The man glanced around the brightly lit room, leaving the oak podium he was using.
You go to law school after high school. He said. You need a college degree Misty thought about this and curtsied to the lawyer. He grinned and headed out the door, Jake's family seated behind Misty and talking. Misty turned to her parents.
I want a law school. She bluntly said. Kathleen blinked, and Michael laughed.
You go to law school, you don't get one. Misty pondered this, and made it her goal to go to law school. She stuck to it, trying harder in school and getting better grades. She managed Honor roll every time, Principal's list every once in awhile. She thoroughly believed she could make it. And she did.

Now

Currently, Misty lives with her mother and father. She still tries to become a lawyer, and she needs a scholarship. Her mother just lost her job, and her dad works two to keep the family afloat. Sure they have money, but not enough to spare for a tuition. She and her family get along great. She still think about the ordeal when she was eleven sometimes, but tries to think more about fixing the world as a lawyer. When alone, Misty thinks of it with a solemn expression. Her clinginess comes from this, the fact she's scared of being alone and having another situation like that happen. Though naïve, Misty gets through it.
Misty considers herself lucky because of her friends. Her allies in the world. And they help her grow up and mature.
Let's see what happens next, shall we?

Besties
There's someone who's always been there for me, and it's you Vicky. You're with me through everything. Even though Seamus and I broke off, you still stayed friends with both of us and Caera. You're amazing, and I hope I can be a good friend like you are.
Even though whatever drama and high school throws our way, I still always want to be best friends with you Esme. You're a really fun person and boys and rumors shouldn't divide us. Hope you feel the same way.
Exz
Seamus, you're still awesome and all, but we just don't clock anymore. I'm really, really glad we're still friends, though. Because even if we didn't work as a couple, we're really good friends. You're cute, and I know there's someone for you out there. Just not me.
Haters
I'm really sorry! I know you're protective of Shay, but honestly Caera, we're friends now. I know we were never exactly close, you and I, but I still look up to you. You may hate me now, and I wouldn't be surprised. I want you to know I'm sorry for ending it with Shay. I had too. He's over it- why aren't you?

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