Amy Gore: A Narrative Fiction

Like any five-year-old, I burst into tears. Her words kept echoing in my head continuously. Well, I don't! Well, I don't! Well, I don't! What have I done? All this time, I had thought that Amy liked amusement parks and told her to come with us. But the only reason why she came was because I was her friend, not because she liked them. The minute we were at Six Flags, she got angry at me for bringing her to a place she didn't like. It seemed to me like a place she disliked with all her heart.

Then two hours later she comes running home crying. My mother tries to comfort her, but gets no clear answer.

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

" Who the hell let these damn rookies into my crime scene," I demanded in an annoyed tone while striding through the bedroom door of the crime scene.

I look around the living room and see beer bottles on the floor and the tv still on. I grab a trash bag and begin cleaning up her mess like I always have and always

Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.

Alice Smith is a 28-year-old, single Millennium woman, whom is self-assertive. She is a secondary school teacher at Landis Intermediate School in Vineland New Jersey. Alice enjoyed the fundamentals of math, so she followed in her father’s footsteps. And became an 8 grade Mathematics teacher.

Danica walked through the woods slowly, no hurry now. She was never going to Susan’s. And it wasn’t like Aunt Viv could read her mind. She was much too powerful for that. Not that she enjoyed lying to her . She loved Viviana beyond all measure. But Viviana didn’t want her becoming too powerful. That was the way of Esme.

So still clueless to what's going on I'm rushing home to check on her and I get another phone call from her . Saying we need to talk so I come

Anne says that “ I can't always depend on mummy in a childlike way.” Anne is also showing signs of maturity when she said “ if i get annoyed I try to keep my mouth shut and so does mummy.”

"I love you," Iris whispers, drawing a line down his forehead to the tip of his nose. She punctuates the words with a kiss at the ski jump curve. His arm comes hard around her waist and it startles her--

I just wanted to make sure I had the last word. I think I’ve earned that.” This is a fantastic end to the novel, as Nick begins it, by stating he does not know what is happening within her head (Flynn 3). In a way, although the reader followed Amy through this journey, it was evident that nobody will ever know the real Amy, because of the way she hides herself behind stereotypes and trades personas when she needs them. Her “brain is always working” and coiling around itself trying to figure out its next move, as her need for control consumes her (Flynn 3). So, she must even manipulate the way she appears in her own head, to make sense of what she is doing to herself and others. However, through Gone Girl, Amy finally becomes Amazing Amy. At least, a version of herself that she has created, which is a fantastic story that nobody, not even her parents will be able to top. She is finally able to use her own name to make money for herself, and not for others. The way Amy utterly usurps control of her own life and name, and the lives of those around her shows how strong of a character she is. To be able to plan every step of the way and embody different archetypes so utterly, that the reader has no idea who the real Amy is, is terrifying, because that means one will never know what she will do

I tiptoed down the rest of the stairs dodging huge holes in the wood. Before stepping out the door I called “Going to walk Hailey to school.” I paused for a minute waiting for a response from Marissa who was frantically looking through the kitchen drawers for something. She looked up for a second and without saying anything resumed her search more desperate now for whatever she was searching for. She says she is worried for me, and that I would have to accept that Hailey was gone as she she had. I try telling her nothing happened to Hailey. She just doesn’t get it. I hold the door open for Hailey and then shut it convulsing the walls.

“Your not mummy you no do that,” when she says this she sits down in on the couch with her big buggy eyes all teary. I pull her in for a

I look around every blue table, each with 6 seats, there’s only one that catches my eye, where one of the loneliest kids was sitting, Amy. No one sits with her, not a single person. She’s the typical girl everyone considers weird because she’s different. Actually, she isn’t so weird. She’s pretty and nice, but shy. I walk toward her table, place my bag two seats away from her and take a seat beside her. “Hey Amy, how are you