Short Story I - 500 Words

This is my 500 word story. It is exactly 500 words (I will admit, it was like 491 when I finished it,  so I added a few words but still) :D

The prompts were:

(word) pencil
(emotion) worry
(animal) fish
(weather) thunder
(emotion) confusion

I remember exactly what happened before I knew about her. I anxiously chewed my pencil, waiting for a knock on the door. This wasn't like my best friend I knew – The Luna I knew was never late, especially for an important day like this. It was our 10 year anniversary of our friendship (I've know her since I was 5) and we planned to go see a movie, eat at a luxurious restaurant then hang out somewhere. 10 minutes late, confusion mixed with anger mixed with worry filled me. Where is she? Why is she late? Is she not going? Is she not allowed to go? Has she just left me? Is she hurt? About 50 questions flow through my mind, picking at me.

I agreed with myself that I should go to her house and ask her mum if she knows where she is. I open the door to find rain forcing it's way down and thunder screaming in my ear, but I didn't care. I wanted to know where Luna was. Pulling out my umbrella, I ran for her house, my fists clenched tightly together. After about 8 minutes I am there, falling on the floor, panting. I manage to get the strength to ring the door bell. No answer. Again. No answer. I knock loudly, in case the door bell broke or something. No answer. Tears begin to fill my eyes as I stare into her window, seeing nothing but her 2 fish swimming around aimlessly. I roll back on the floor, muffling my screaming with my hand. Get a hold of yourself, Taylor, someone might think you are hurt and panic I think to myself, but the truth is I am hurt. Inside. That she would miss something like this. We planned this for weeks, everyday squealing as it got closer. I had one last option; calling her. The reason I didn't do this first is because she never has her phone her her, she told me that she cant be bothered to charge and it always loses it, however I had to give it a shot. This meant a lot to me. I clutched the phone, listen to the ringing. 6 rings and then “You have reached answer phone, if you would like to send a message-” I hang up then. I have lost all hope. I walk home, head down. I hate her I say to myself I hate you Luna.

It had been an hour and I had been wincing and crying throughout the whole time. Then, my phone started ringing. I pick it up with hope and faith, hoping for Luna. Instead I get more tears, but coming from the phone. “Taylor, it's Luna's mother. I'm so, so sorry. ” another burst of crying comes from the speaker “Luna got hit by a speeding car on the way to yours.” My insides start to melt and a sharp pain stabs my heart “I am so sorry honey – Luna is dead.”