Arias Narrative

I felt a sense of comfort when I sat there in silence with Lexie. All I needed was my big sister to keep me sane.

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

The door glided open to reveal the rest of the room. A mother sat in bed, holding her newborn baby in her arms. She smiled as if everything were right in the world.

Coronado had the weirdest dream the last night his dream was aboutfinding the 7 cities

So naturally, nine years old Geneva cried. I know, how pathetic, how pitiful. All I knew was that I wasn’t near my home, and I wasn’t supposed to bike this far. I felt bad for my other friends who were okay with biking this far as they saw the tears streaming down my face. I sat upon the ground stubbornly, refusing to get up from my crouched position. The kids with us argued about what to do. They couldn’t just go back, or let me go

“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

That is true Antonio and wells said. I have a best friend back in Miami and she could con the shirt off your back and you would be non the wiser. She is originally from Chicago, so Id always call her slicker then Crisco. But, I say this to say that she is very intelligent as well as a bright women, and we both graduated at the top of our classes. She would always apply her street smarts to her books and I never could figure out how she did it. She would stay in the office getting into trouble, or for talking back to the teachers. But, in that same breath could answer the questions without any hesitation and get the answers right. I sit back and watch her now with her son and she will always say to me " Girl my son doesn't have the street smarts

Her voice was like a whisper as the jail’s bars slowy closed upon her face. her vision was still dizzy, and she had not eat anything for hours. turning her head back, she tried to walk. clumsy steps were the best she could do, occasionally almost stumbling to reach the bed, or at least what seemed like a bed to her.

Saturday afternoon , Sam and Colleen arrive at the hospital to visit Erika. Henry leaves to run some errands and give them alone time together . Erika's skin looks pale from her accident , her eyes and mouth wide open , she takes a deep breath every two minutes. Her mom Mrs. White sits in the chair next to her holding on to her hand as she cries. “ Is she gonna be OK?” “ I don't know , the doctors say she's in a state of shock , something scared her to where she is like this .” Sam goes up to Erika holding her hand . “ Erika its me Sam , we miss you , I miss you.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear. “ I'll get Scratch for this , even if it takes my last breath.”

‘Aria Reed, is Aria Reed still here?’ came a booming voice over the loud speaker. With that, I receive a rather enthusiastic tug on my arm from my friend, Hanna.

"Don't say that," Alison said. "I'm sure your parents love you, you're theirs! And if they don't, then your friends are your family. I can tell that Spencer, Aria, Toby, and Hanna all love you. That's all you need sometimes."

“She’s in pain!” Lizabeth shouted, when her mother winced after trying to sit up. “Can’t you see that? Do something! Get the doctor!” she snapped at the attending nurse in Room #152 at Outer Drive Hospital.

“God, I miss you so much Kris,” Analeigh Remington whispered softly, standing in front of her twin sister’s headstone. Tears were quickly falling and mascara was running down her pale face as a sob escaped her lips. She didn’t attempt to hide the tears and she definitely didn’t care how she looked. Nothing really mattered. Her sister was dead! She looked up at the sky and shook her head before sitting down on the bright green grass. “I... I just want you back,” Ana cried. The fifteen year old brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking back and forth as gut wrenching sobs escaped. Today was the one day every year that she would break down without fail. Usually. Usually she was able to make it home before

In the first couple of days she had fought too, but even now she was running out of hope, of patience. Her time here had taken a toll on her, too, maybe that was their intent... 'as if living out there wasn't hard enough' her thoughts turned dark as she lifted her hands, looking at her naked arms, at the pockmarks from needles and the tiny scars from scalpel cuts. She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair - the only tell she had for long long she had been there was how long her hair had grown since they took her. She probably looked like a mess; her captors considered hosing her off sufficient to keep her clean, so her hair was dirty and unkept and her clothing was in tatters. She had once been wearing a pair of relatively nice black jeans on her lower body, a halter top covering her upper body and of course a nice jacket and shoes.

I couldn't hold back my tears as he pulled me in to stand next to him in front of my team, his arm around me he continued,”tonight we thank her for staying with us, and show her we are her family. We play this game tonight for Taylor and we show her how much she means to us!” The girls cheered in agreement and everyone gathered around to hug me. “We love you Taylor. Now let's go win us a game!”