A Girl : A Short Story : My Narrative Story

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

When we arrived on the island, which is about a mile of the coast of Florida. We drove down to our beach house apartment, but when we got to were our SatNav told us to be. We were still a bit lost, so it took us about another 5-10 minutes to find the building we were staying in. Once we found it, we parked, and found the guy who was giving us a tour of the area that our beach house apartment was in. He took us

I looked back at Mom standing at the gate, happily waving. I half-smiled and yelled, “I love you! Bye!”

After the security, which took for ever because my parents had to go through this larger better metal detector which had a long time. Though it took a long time afterwards we had enough time to get some breakfast from this place in the airport. When we were done with breakfast we then went to Starbucks.

God gave us all unique faces, all beautiful in their own ways, so why not have a little fun with them? Why not show off what we love about ourselves, show how we like to display our features, and talk to our friends what we love about them? Wearing makeup gives us a chance to do just that. Society today, though it denies even the slightest notion of it, tells us that if we look and feel good, we should also feel some kind of insecurity. We have the ability to wear makeup in a way that fights against this idea. Makeup has the capability to transform us into confident people, which in turn molds us into braver and more courageous lights for Christ. In addition, makeup can show who and what we are as people, just like a passion

“Bye Reya! I love you!” my mom calls. I run back inside and give my mom and brother a big hug and kiss.

We walked into the kitchen and I saw my mom who smiled and came over to hug me. "It 's so good to see you, Mason."

We walked back inside the house we walked between everyone as they slowed turn their heads to Sarah and me. She stayed in my arms while I said, “I’m going to the

I smoothed down my long skirt and made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's.

I knew something was wrong with that black haired kid. She never spoke and it was like I was the only one who noticed her. I told myself, no matter if my life depended on it, to never look her in the eye.

Speak is often referred to as a classic young adult books. Listed in the English Journals “Bold Books for Teenagers” column as one of the “Best Young Adult Novels of All Time” in 2005, it has won numerous awards including the School Library Journal award for “Best Book of the Year,” (Jackett, 2007). Although well deserving of recognition, for older teens titles such as All the Rage by Courtney Summers and Story of a Girl by Sara Zarr, they are items to keep on the bookshelf. All the Rage deals with a girl from a low socioeconomic background that gets sexually assaulted by the town’s “golden boy.” Branded a liar and bullied relentlessly, Summers’ novel examines the shame young women often have to endure when who you are matters more than it should. Story of a Girl explores the impact one mistake can have on the rest of one’s life, and the struggle to overcome social stigmas.

“Thank you for everything, Mia. I know that it’s going to be hard, but remember, you saved lives today.” She says to me as I walk out her door with

“Congratulations it is a girl”. These are the final words that I told a girl, the last ones she would hear before I took her life. I wanted her to die like this sad, lonely, and in fear. No one would understand why I felt this way. My only friend were the voices that were in my head yelling and ringing like sirens, never stopping making me want to hurt people and do bad things. I wanted to control it, everyday before I go I want to stop myself, but I just can't.

“ Hey Hails! Come in.” Allison said as the door opened in front of me.