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A brother and sister discover their dad has been having an affair with their favorite counselor at school.

Judy listens to her dad on the phone from behind the kitchen door. She recognizes the voice of Ms. Fitzgerald, the school counselor, on the other end of the line.

She frowned, listening to the conversation. What she heard was highly disturbing. Her dad was calling Ms. Fitzgerald 'honey'.

SilverSparkle wrote: "She frowned, listening to the conversation. What she heard was highly disturbing. Her dad was calling Ms. Fitzgerald 'honey'."

She knew true and well that something was up, but she just couldn't bear the thought of her father being unloyal to her mother.

She thinks “should i confront him?" Judy shrugged the thought away, believing her dad would never do such a thing.

She goes back to her room pretending that she didn't witness anything, hoping things could return back to normal.

As Judy lay on her bed, she wonders if she should tell her brother about what she'd heard. Surely he would have some good advice.

Judy crept to her brothers room. “Walker , I've got something to tell you"

Walker looks away from his phone and pauses his game. "Yeah?"

Judy stops next to his bed and says softly, "I think Dad's cheating on Mom…..Do you know what we should do? Should we tell Mom?"

Walker thought for a moment, "Do you think she would want to know? Would she even believe us if we did tell her? How do you know anyways?" He asked his sister, putting his phone to the side.

this story really had some potential....

Some one continue this. I want to know what next!!

I liked this story 😂

"I heard dad talking on the phone and on the other line I heard Ms. Fitzgerald, our school counselor. I heard them talk and dad was calling her honey."

"Maybe you misheard the voice?" Walker hesitated as he scrunched his forehead, staring at the door. "Maybe Mom just had a sour throat or her voice was sounding weird? I really don't think Dad would cheat on her; like they love each other."

He hesitated again, playing with his hair this time. He looked up at me again.

"I really don't know, but I would say just act like everything is normal. Don't tell anyone right now, even Mom. We'll see for ourselves if something is off. Especially if Ms. Fitzgerald is acting weird or too nice to us."

I thought maybe he was right. Maybe I was going too far.

"Yes, let's see at school tomorrow." I replied, scolding myself for such an ill thought!

I retired to bed, but was not able to sleep because of what happened downstairs. I thought I was overthinking things and as Walker said, Dad loves Mom. He would never cheat on her.

But, even if Dad was cheating, should Mom know about it? Should her happiness be put on a risk; will she ever smile again like she does when Dad walks in? What if they get divorced, then what happens? Will both her and Walker be forced to spend time with each parent, but not with them being together?

If any of this is true and if Mom knows about this then our life will change for ever. I had to do something. But what?

I thought for a while and then thought about the conversation downstairs. I realized my throat was becoming dry. I switched the lamp on and reached for the jug of water. It was empty. I sighed. I got up, put on slippers and slid down the bed. I was just outside my door when I heard a noise coming from Walker's room.

It was very sudden and loud noise. Immediately I got suspicious; his door was closed and when I tried opening it, it was locked. After a few moments, I got a paperclip and opened the door with it. I heard a few coughs, and was starting to get worried. I opened the door...

I saw Walker spread out on the rug with vomited blood on the bed. I rushed over to him shocked. I tried shaking him, but he barely moved. I had to get help. I got up to call our parents, but tripped on something. It was a small mason jar filled with only a few pills. It was written in bold red letters, 'OVERDOSE MIGHT KILL'.

Seeing that I rushed downstairs, shouting for my parents at the same time. ...

Ohhh..... It's interesting.....

It was a wonder how I hadn't already woken the whole neighborhood. My parents looked tired and were probably wondering why I woke them up at such a late time.

"It's Walker, he..." trying to prevent the tears from overflowing, "he overdosed on sleeping pills. He he is coughing up blood. I don't know what to do."

My parents looked at each other, running upstairs to find a closed door. I was surprised especially at the sight of the door, since I never closed it myself. They barged into his room to find Walker sleeping peacefully, as if nothing happened. There was no blood spots on the bed either.

Yet when I looked around the room, I saw the mason jar, miraculously on the side table, with only a few pills within it...

No, it can't be... There had to be blood, but only the mason jar was untouched after the scene. Why would Walker do that to me? Why would he create such a scene when I was there and then just sleep when our parents came? Why?

I picked up the bottle of pills lying on the table and rushed over to Mom and Dad.

"I-It was lying on the floor when I was here and I swear I saw blood on the bed and the carpet and everywhere I--" I stuttered.

"Honey, it would just have been a bad nightmare." Dad cut me off. "Yes dear, you would have just had a bad night's sleep and yesterday night you watched that horror movie with Walker. It might have been an effect of that. Go to sleep, honey. Good Night." Mom said, and then they left me wondering how come it felt so real if it was a mere nightmare?

They suddenly left the room, leaving me standing in the middle of Walker's room. It couldn't have been a nightmare, could it? I took a quick glance at Walker again. He was sleeping peacefully, a little too peacefully, yet I didn't question it. I waited for a few silent moments before leaving his room.

It took me a while to finally sleep; when I did, I was rudely interrupted by my alarm on my iphone ringing. I looked at the time, realizing it was only 6:30 in the morning and snoozing the alarm a few more times, annoyed whenever the alarm rang but not wanting to disable it. I finally got of my bed around 7:15, still tired, to get some coffee from downstairs.

Oh snizap this is a story

Good job y’all1

(I’m gonna continue this story, cause it seems like everyone forgot about it… PLEASE ADD ON TO THIS!!! even if you don't think you're a good author, it's still fine :)

I was more surprised to see Walker already downstairs. As far as I always remember, Walker would sleep-in till the last possible minute before he had to start getting ready for school. He’s drinking coffee today, though he usually hates it. He seems different today, like a whole new person.

“Walker, why you up so early?”

“It’s ‘Why ARE you up so early. Sheesh, Jude I thought you were smarter than that.’”

Yep, it’s the same Walker. I don’t even know why I thought that. “Whatever, just tell me. And were you up last night by any chance?”

(Also, jude is what her family calls her, not judy, idek, just making things up)

Ahhh.. why is no one else adding on to the story. At this point, I feel like I’m the only one 😢

cause you giys are doing great, i don’t wanna ruin it 😭

It’s fine!!! This is improvisational writing, and it actually kinda helps your writing skills to improve. I think it is really nice to be able to see how different people write. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad it just matters that it makes sense (and has no love triangles or miscommunication or any overused annoying YA tropes).

Naji wrote: "I felt like I wouldn’t do it justice ;-;
I can try though"

You can do it Naji!!!

Walker looks at me, confused. “Uh no? Why would I have been up last night?” My mind flashes back to what I saw, or at least what I thought I saw. Walker drenched in his own blood, sweating and completely motionless. The pills in the jar. “OVERDOSE KILLS”.
I shiver, trying to drag my thoughts away from the horrifying scene from Kate last night. Walker is still looking at me a little strange, clearly having no idea what I’m talking about. Could it be that what I saw really wasn’t real? No one else seemed to know what I was talking about. If I did just imagine it, then what the hell is wrong with me? Am I going crazy? Perhaps it was just my worried thoughts about the phone call between my dad and Mrs. Fitzgerald.
Oh no! I completely forgot about that. I’m
I quickly decided hallucinations I was having later, because there were much more pressing matters to attend to. I knew I would never be able to question my father straight up, so I would have to do some investigating. Snoop around, dig up some dirt, whatever you want to call it.

After realizing I had only 20 minutes to get ready, I rushed upstairs again to get ready for school. After a while, I went back to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. I found my dad already sitting down at the dining table, eating an omelette, while my mom was frantically finding her car keys. "Judy, do you have any clubs today? Do you know about Walker?"

- "Yeah, I have one in the afternoon for track. For Walker, I think he'll be coming by bus. At least that is what he told me."

"Oh okay, your dad can pick you up. I'll be coming back home late today. Bye Judy, bye Marc!" Before she went, she hugged my dad and gave a slight kiss to him.

//Okay, so I was waiting for someone to at least add something before I did, but no one else did, soooooo here we go...
//Also, sorry for being so long!

Though I had been motivated to "investigating" just a few minutes ago, all that went down the drain upon entering the bus. Having had only a few hours of sleep due to the chaotic night yesterday, I was tired (despite drinking 2 cups of coffee.) Walker, who was sitting right next to me, definitely noticed something. "Did you not get enough sleep yesterday Jude?"

"What does it look like to you? I drew dark circles under my eyes to look edgy???"

"Okay calm down Jude. I don't know what is wrong, but stop stressing so much, everything will be fine."

I glared at Walker. I knew he was trying to be nice, yet it was just more annoying than helpful. I sighed, "It's okay, sorry for getting mad at you. I just have a lot on my plate and it isn't helping with everything that happened yesterday. Even having the slight possibility of Dad cheating on mom just worries me so much. It doesn't help that all the finals I have coming up for my classes. And I have the district meet for track UIL today, and I am so scared I will fail in that. It doesn't help either of what I saw you did yesterday. I don't know if it was a hallucination, but I saw you vividly," I paused.

"Go on Jude," Walker encouraged.

"You know those sleeping pills you have? I vividly remember seeing you overdosing on them. Walker please tell me that wasn't true somehow. And, and if even if it is, promise to me, swear it on MY life, that you won't do anything like that!"

"Jude," Walker looked so caringly at me, with water in his eyes. His face was so full of emotion and heartbreak. "I have never done it before and I swear to never do anything like that."

Enamorada con la luna wrote: "I just saw this now— but its really good Yashika!"

Really???? Thank you very much! I think that you write good too.

//Lol, I'm totally stumped to what to write: probably not going to be the best, but let's try!
//Also, I know this is longer than before so sorry in advance!

I suddenly woke up in my bed. My head was all groggy and my body movement felt unnatural. I was still in my bed, yet something felt off, something that I couldn't put my finger onto. I remembered that I had fainted in the bus. Surprisingly when I looked outside the window, it was early morning. Was I really unconscious for a full day? I knew I was quite stressed out yesterday, but not this much. And where was everyone even? Did they even worry about me in my state?

My phone started suddenly ringing, showing the time as 6:30. For once I guess I woke up early. I looked at the date real quick, showing as the 11th of April. I sighed, today was going to be a rough day. Tuesdays were always terrible especially having multiple hard courses and tests all in one day. In addition, I probably had to make up all my classwork from yesterday's absence.

After getting ready, I went downstairs around 7:15 to get some breakfast. I noticed Walker just like yesterday, up already and drinking coffee. "Hey Walker. What happened yesterday on the bus? I think I fainted after talking to you a bit. Was I really unconscious for a whole day? And where are Mom and Dad? And..."

"Jude, just wait for a second. What are you talking about? On the bus? Yesterday was Sunday remember? Did all that crazy talk yesterday get to your head already?"

"Bro, Walker what are you talking about? Yesterday was Monday, the day before it was Sunday. Remember, we both went on the bus yesterday?"

"Jude, did you hit your head today? I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating, but today is April 11th."

"Yeah, I know it's the 11th; it is Tuesday. That's what I was trying to say for the longest time."

"Nah Judy, it is Monday. LOOK properly here: MONDAY APRIL 11th!" Walker was getting quite annoyed, yet I was quite surprised. I was quite sure it was Tuesday today, considering what I had experienced yesterday.

"Sorry Walker, I don't know what's happening even. I'm just so stressed out today. I have a few important events happening. And everything has been all haywire since yesterday. And, I don't know if I was hallucinating again, but yesterday I..." I hesitated, looking down at the ground "I saw you overdose on some sleeping pills. Walker, I don't know what is happening with you or even me, yet promise me that..."

I looked up at Walker in the eye and I started to feel dizzy. Before I knew it, I passed out again.

I woke up very suddenly. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, my heart racing. The sheets were damp from sweat, and the room was dark. I whip my head around to look at my alarm clock. The bright neon numbers read 4:37am. It is Tuesday, April 11th. Again.
What the hell is going on here. What’s happening to me?” I start when someone bangs on the door. “JUDE! JUDE WAKE UP!” I am up in an instant, stumbling blindly through my room until I reach the threshold of my door and wrench it open. It is Walker.

But it is not.

A scream tears through me at the…the thing before me. It has Walker’s same body, hair, pajamas, everything is the same.
Except for the blood dripping from the empty sockets boring into me. They’re just two big, gaping black holes in its head. The thing advances towards me and I stumble back, hitting the floor with a crash. “WAKE UP JUDE! JUDE WAKE UP! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!”
I wake up. I glance towards my alarms clock. It is 4:37am. Tuesday, April 11th. Again.

//Okay, so I had no idea what to do/write... so I might have changed the whole story line itself. You're Welcome.
//Also I just chose a random last name I made up, so if it sounds familiar, it is just likely a coincidence

I had stopped counting after some time. In a way, I got used to it; I knew every single time, I would wake up at 6:30 again. I would always meet Walker, Dad, and Mom, doing the exact same thing every single time.

I officially hated Monday, April 11th...

(To another scene)

Monday, April 11th, 2050:
Dream Corp:

"Hey Marcus, come here"

"Yeah, what is it?" Marcus stared at his coworker, Marie.

"Do you see this red flashing light on the computer? The subject's name is Judy Lunrey, or number 0372. I think that there is some type of glitch in her dreamer machine; not sure why though.

"Okay, so what should I do?"

"Okay, You are going to have to completely reset her "life" again. Listen carefully. First you have to get this chip that I have in my hand and plug it in to the machine. Then you will get a few other messages and then you have to follow those instructions from this sheet here." She hands me a small sheet, full of wiggly handwriting. "It's not that long or bad to follow. Just take the instructions slow. Oh and make sure to not press the "reset" button till you finished every single step."

"Ah wait, what happens if you do?"

"I'm not too sure, but Judy will likely wake up from the dream stimulator, and we will likely have one less test subject for our experiments." She paused and looked up at me. "Okay, now go Marcus and don't mess things up"