Adelaide Sullivans-Personal Narrative

I then noticed my mother, who had seen what the horrible kid had done, and was seething with rage in the front seat of the car. She immediately thought to comfort her heartbroken daughter, so as soon as I had opened door, I was met with a barrage of apologetic rampage from my mom. “Honey, I’m so sorry. What that nasty little boy did was unforgivable. I can’t believe the nerve of him! Erggh, it makes me so mad. You were so sweet and adorable, you don’t deserve a kid like that… “ she rambled. She was confused, though, when her fury was met with a completely oblivious grin from the backseat, showing all the naivety of a child, of any young person really. Lost in my world of sunshine and flowers, I had heard nothing she said, and stunned her with my ability to subconsciously ignore anything I didn’t need to hear.

Rita Louis was floating at the oil shop waiting for the spaceship to come when her best friend Shelby Kenny came towards her with two crater cookies. “You know… Ms.Chelsey said you can take one other person to go with you on the trip right?” Shelby playfully said. “Yeah I know but it’s so hard to choose between you or Bret,” said Rita. “Don’t sweat it, it’s okay if I don’t go, I just want you to have fun,” smiled Shelby. “Thanks, shelbs!” said Rita as their tentacles hug. After the ship rolled up and float them to school.

Bailey James Kummet entered my life at the age of eleven. I had met him through a friend, she had forgotten his number and begged me to message him for her later on in the afternoon, I did her the favor expecting that to be the end of it. I would have never thought that this random boy would become such a major part of my life.

Marina Carter was ready to take back her life. She deserved more in life than a loveless relationship and a cheating fiancé’. Without a thought, she packed her bags and escaped far away to a private island to plan her new life. Sun, fresh air, and sandy beaches proved to be just what she needed.

[Chapter ten, page 298. In the original scene Jacob, Emma, Bronwyn, and Enoch have been locked in the ice house with a hollowgast. In the following revision, a character based off myself will appear. Therefore, the scene’s point of view will be my own.]

My best friend is Emilia Grace Lane. I have known her since kindergarten, but we never actually started talking until first grade. We weren't really close friends, we more like acquaintances, I had my group of friends and she had hers. About halfway through first grade is when we started hanging out and playing. I remember during recess we would play "Puppet" and I would basically control her by grabbing her shoulders and walking her through the schoolyard. Halfway through second grade I dropped out of school, and being the great friend she is, she dropped out with me and we homeschooled together. We had days when we did school together, but we didn't concentrate too well. It was very difficult to concentrate when you have a hilarious friend making you constantly laugh. One day when

I’ve always known that i have a big heart… Just the thought of helping people fills my heart with joy, but actually doing the act makes me feel like i am on top of the world….

On a dreadful night, I went up to my mother to try and talk to her about my father’s passing. She was immediately frightful and all I wanted to do was to talk to her about how wrong it was for her to marry my father soon after my father’s death. As we began talking, the discussion became heated. Soon I found myself enraged. I grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the bed. She became frightened and started shouting for help.

Amanda Stanton shared that she is not going to blame editing, but she does say that some stuff was left out. Of course, the fans don't know the entire Amanda and Nick story, but now she is sharing it. Before going on the show, Amanda and Nick did meet a few times and even talked about going on the show. Amanda also shared that she had a bit of a crush on him. When Amanda and Nick talked before the show, he did tell her he was thinking about going, but he wanted to meet Jen Saviano.

The week before Anabelle and I moved out into the city, I felt the nerves, the jittering butterflies of happiness, and the warm hugs our parents gave us in the limited time that we had left. The week after we settled and moved into our new apartment If I had known what was to come, however, I never would have departed from my parents. All the good memories I and Anabelle shared throughout our lives, were taken away, all vanquished because of one night. Those hours of darkness that which we spent out, I wish so much that we could take back. It was supposed to be a night of fun, an awakening of our new lives as adolescents, but what happened instead was a tragedy. In the blink of an eye, I was gone. My soul, my body, my entirety, erased. And so was Anabelle’s.

A girl named Alison grew up in a small town with both her parents and had several siblings. She was able to go to school and hang out with her friends whenever she wanted, but there was always something in the back of her head bothering her, the thought that her life was missing something, her life was incomplete. She lived a normal life, she grew up to be a nice young woman, and she even married the love of her life and had three beautiful girls with him. Alison never went through any hardships in life. Although Alison’s life seemed to be better than most, she still felt incomplete. Her, her husband and three daughters always went out and did many things as a family. They went to parties, went on camping trips, and even went to

Amy, for as long as she could remember, always loved going to bookstores. Looking at all those shelves full of books she had yet to read and experience the stories written within, gave her sense of calm and excitement she could not achieve any other way. When she was reading, she felt as if she was being taken into another world, another universe, where she could be herself without the dreading fear of society judging her every move. She felt happy. Happy and not alone. But she knew that feeling would not last. It never did.

“What do you mean he has no mother”, I asked.The lady said “His parents were killed in a storm when he was”.I didn't know if I should be shocked or extremely horrified.Some of the other kids had told me they saw Jerry heading toward the laurel.As I approached the field of rhododendrons, I can see Jerry crouched near a tree.I could not tell if it was raining,or tears dropping down the side of his cheek.”I know you're probably upset with me” he said, “I just thought that if I lied then then you wouldn't have to leave”.This brilliant and magnificent child had lied to me.But not for the wrong reason, he just wanted someone that appreciates him.I knew I couldn't just leave this boy at the orphanage.

Her name is Cindy, Samantha Rose, I see her every week at the hospital I volunteer at. I walk past her on my way to the cafeteria, four times a week when I work as a chef. Cindy sits at the end of the waiting room in a corner by herself, people feel afraid of her, her dark clothes and spiked boots scare other people in the waiting room. When I look at her, all I see is a sweet little girl that's hiding from the cruelty this world holds. A couple of days ago I heard some nurses gossiping about her. I eavesdropped on them--the only humane thing to do. The nurses were talking about Cindy’s medical history. They spoke softly, trying to keep her files confidential. From then on I now know that since the age of thirteen Cindy has been fighting against depression and anorexia.

Not that Beth wasn't trouble because she is, its just Sarah never listened and always found a way to get herself into shit, and as her partner it was Beth's job to get her out of it.