Allie's Autobiographie: A Fictional Narrative

“We were only eighteen when we wedded. She was the love of my life. I still remember our wedding day like it was just yesterday. She stood there at the end of the isle, looking gorgeous as always. Her gentle, ivory shoulders were exposed through the lace of her wedding dress and her luscious strawberry blonde hair fell in perfect ringlets around her pale, yet flawless face.”

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

Thomas was well traveled; she had never traveled beyond Savannah and Charleston; moreover, as far as she knew, although he was well educated and older than she was, neither had Eli. Allie pouted for a moment, and then her spark returned. All would be well once they were settled in Salisbury. Maybe she could accompany Thomas on some of his trips if the war was not as bad as most seemed to think it was going to be. After breakfast, Thomas left her briefly and then returned. At ten a.m., a carriage arrived to pick them up to take them to her

Arising from her perch, she held out her hand for her date to grace with his lips. There was a slight pause as she did, her brow quirking up expectantly as she held his gaze. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do, since there was something in his eyes that reminded her of his brother. However, in that same breadth, she found herself glancing away -- the memories of the masquerade too fresh, too soon. “Everett,” she greeted, a playful smile ghosting across her lips as she pointedly glanced at her outstretched hand. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. I wish I could have found a more convenient time for us both -- but, in light of recent events, such an endeavor seems more or less

“Later that night when Thomas roller over and lurched into her, she would open her eyes and think of the place that was hers” this proves the point that she cannot even express herself sexually because she does not feel as if she has control in the situation.  Her mind wanders elsewhere, in a place where she is her own master, instead of what is reality. Additionally, the main character’s husband shows some selfish tendencies in the fact that he may not notice his wife’s discontentment with his affection.  However, this may also present the lack of communication between man and wife and therefore may cause a sense of isolation from her husband.

Of course he didn’t…it was late in the night and the coat closet was easy to forget. Except she hadn’t forgotten. She hadn’t forgotten the way he had kissed her, pushed her up against the mint green walls between designer jackets and told her that he had feelings for her. She had reciprocated of course, it was late. Last summer seemed so far away yet so close.

Allie could tell by the look on Eli’s face that it amused him that Jeanette was aggravated with her mother. She hoped they had not made fun of her too, while she was away. She would hate to be the butt of anyone’s jokes. However, no one seemed to be paying her any attention at all, or so she thought. When her eyes searched for and met Thomas Jackson’s gaze, she saw that he definitely had eyes for her. She smiled at him and began walking toward him, Eli, Allen, and now the Ingall’s duo.

September 9, 2015, a baby is born. With black hair, brown eyes, and the face of an angle, she was wrapped in a two blankets and pajamas. The name on the certificate, Elizabeth, and she is born 5 inches tall, weighs 6 ounces, and has a perfectly round head, she looks like a turtle as she stretches her neck. We call her our little lizard, but to be honest she looks more like turtle than a lizard any day. The hospital I go to, to see little lizard, smells like soap and hand sanitizer, it brings back memories of a moment in time 2 years ago when I walked down the same hospital corridors to see my area 51 baby, Evelynne. As I walk down the same hallway to the same room where I first saw my Evelynne I am reminded of a responsibility, a responsibility

Just the thought of him had Piper shaking her head as she trudged across the boilding blacktop. The man always had his heart in the right place, but he had a knack for being one nosey S.O.B. He truly was a great guy, he’d given Piper every break he could find, and when that hadn’t been enough, he’d gone so far as to set up this meeting with Fynn. Piper knew he’d done it out of kindess, but she was also pretty sure he’d done it out of simply curiosity of what would become of it. The moment Fynn smiled, Piper couldn’t help but hesitate and think “here we go again”. The smile was defiantly chamring, but the red-head had seen just at “charming” could turn into in heartbeat If he was another one of those “just pop a few more buttons on your shirt” kind of guy, she may have to punch him. It was just too damned hot for that kind of shenagins. Thankfully, when she met his eyes, they were nothing like those other guys. These eyes were genuinely friendly, if not a bit nervous. Seeing that bit of nerves in him actually helped to calm her own, it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been dreading this meeting. “Pleasure to meet you.” She said with her own gentle smile, unpeterbed by his sweaty palm, knowing she wans’t much better. At least he had a real grip to his hand shake, some of these men she’d met shook hands like a limp fish, and nothing irriated her more. Srunching up her nose as he mentioned the weather, “Yeah, I never knew hell would be so humid.” Shaking her head, a smile still playing on her lips. Piper had to make a mental effort not to look him up and down, she may not have pulled of the sweaty look all that well, but he sure as hell

One hand resting on the small of Amanda’s back, Thomas walked her to the door before answering. “We found him, ma’am, in a hollow log.” He glanced around the restaurant, gauging the breakfast crowd’s reaction to her comment, but they didn’t seem to notice.

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….

They walked through the night. They didn’t stand close to each other at first. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that Gregory would not crowd her so she did not misinterpret his actions. He seemed acutely aware of her fears, as though he could smell them, like some new-age people believed. When she moved closer to him, as they walked through an underpass, he accepted this and moved closer to her. But he didn’t touch her, and for that she was grateful.

“You two stop that this instant!” said Allie, turning away from Thomas. “Eli, I do not need you to defend my honor. I knew exactly what I was about to do, and welcomed it. Thomas has been nothing but a gentleman all night.”

It seems like half of our conversations are about musicals. She, being the most musically talented person I know, usually introduces me to a certain musical and asks me if I know of it. Usually I do not, and she continues to enlighten me. Each musical she describes is full with its own characters, songs, and interesting storylines. I see each musical that she describes like I see her. She has thousands of different layers. Even though we have been best friends for over a year now, I still feel like there’s parts that I have never gotten to know.

The rustling of the leaves and the chirpings of the blue jays brought me back to a time with Daisy before the war, where we shared our first kiss and intimately held each other under the moonlight. Such memories seemed to be just mere fantasies, and showed the absurdity of my dreams of going back to Louisville with her and marrying from her house - just as if it was five years ago. Oh how foolish my dreams were, I should have known it was impossible to repeat the past and to fix everything just the way it was before. As I was reminiscing about the past, I heard footsteps coming from the