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Finish the Story IST challenge

Hey ya’ll! How are you doing? I am doing pretty swell!
okay enough of the weird accent. not that if you have an accent that you are weird, but me doing a fake accent is weird…

Anyhow, Liberty from I’m Story Teller did this awesome thing called Finish the Story!!!
Well, the title isn’t that exciting….but it is still awesome.

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So, I like writing, and I think that the first half of the story (which Liberty wrote) is pretty awesome. The story caught my attention right away, and it made me want to finish it! Well, this is called the finish the story challenge….

Therefore I am going to be finishing this story.

The first half of the story:

I placed him in the passenger’s seat, put myself in the driver’s seat and began to drive. It was hard for me to focus on driving with his body trembling all around the car. I could barely pay attention to the road because all I could think about was all that could possibly be happening.

The drive was quiet for most of the way until Mr. Spence got another phone call, this time from one of his children. I managed to hear “I heard” and “are you okay”.

“Yeah, I’m on my way,” his old voice shuddered. He paused for a second to listen to his child, then said: “One of my students is driving me.”

“I got to go, I’m almost there,” he hung up throwing his phone in his lap. He planted his face in his hands and began to sob.

I couldn’t stop my self from turning to him. He was my professor but I didn’t really have a close relationship with him. I didn’t know much about his life and he didn’t know much at all about mine. I didn’t know if he even had a family. The only things I knew were he was 48, he liked math, and he couldn’t drive. (Which I just figured out today.)

“Is everything okay?” I softly asked, not expecting to get an answer back.

“It’s my wife – my wife’s the one in the hospital.” He cried. That was all he said, then he turned his head to the outside window.

“I’m sorry,” I tried to console him.  I didn’t really know what to say. As soon as I pulled into the hospital we jumped out of my car and before I knew it we were in the hospital room. But as soon as we entered the room, I saw someone I definitely was not expecting.

Second half:

There lying in the bed was Georgia Spence. I was so startled, Georgia Spence, the amazing actress was my professors wife. Mr. Spence, my professor was married to the Georgia Spence. I had dreamed my whole life of meeting her, but never expected to meet her this way.

“May we have a minute alone?” Asked Mr. Spence.

“Of course,” I replied. “I….I didn’t know who she was, I mean she’s…”

“Not many people know.” Mr. Spence said.

I stepped out of the room in a daze to give them some privacy.

“Are you alright Miss?” Asked a nurse a she passed by.

“Who, me? I’m fine…just surprised is all.” I said.

After what felt like a decade, Mr. Spence came out of the room. His face was drawn tight, and I could tell he was trying hard not to cry.

“My wife would like to see you.” He told me.

“Hello?” I said timidly as I walked up to the bed.

“Dear girl, thank you. Thank you for bringing my husband to me.” Whispered Mrs. Spence.

“Your welcome. I didn’t know…I didn’t know who his wife was until now.” I said softly.

Mrs. Spence smiled at me.

“I am one of your fans, but I never imagined I would meet you….especially in these circumstances.” I told her.

“You are a good girl, dear. I wish you well. If you’ll excuse me I need some rest.” She turned her face away.

I stepped back out to Mr. Spence. He looked so upset.

“Mr. Spence?”

He turned toward me in tears.

“Thank you.” He sobbed.

Just then we heard a beep from the room. Nurses came running, and then a doctor.

“Mr. Spence? Sir? We are very sorry, sir. But would you please come say your….please come talk to your wife?’ Asked a nurse.

Mr. Spence more stricken than ever hurried into the room. I heard him say something, but could not understand what he said. Then came a wail followed by violent sobbing. I knew what had happened, and I myself could not hold back tears.

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A couple of days later was the funeral. Mr. Spence kindly invited me to go. I went, although I felt very out of place. After that I never lost contact with Mr. Spence, he was very grief stricken in the time after his wife’s death and somehow I was a comfort to him. Mr. Spence lived only two years longer, in that time we got to know each quite well.

After he passed away, I never treated people I met in the same way. Mr. Spence had taught me to treat every one with kindness and gratitude. Mr. Spence was a great man, and I will remember him forevermore.

The End.

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Well, what did you think of it? If you would like, you may finish the first half of the story also. I would love to see different endings!

-Haley

11 thoughts on “Finish the Story IST challenge

  1. The first part I loved so much because I thought it was cool that she was meeting her role model.
    Then when Mrs. Spence died it was so sad, and then when I read Mr. Spence crying the thought of a 48-year-old man crying made me tear up a little. Then I learned he died two years later I was like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
    however, I liked the ending!

    – Liberty ❤

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    1. I don’t know why, but I wanted to make it a sad story.
      Now that you say that it made you sad, it makes me happy-sad. I am happy because you liked it, but sad because now I realize what a devastingly sad story I just made…
      😦
      -Haley

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