Baby: A Fictional Narrative

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

On my 5th or 6th birthday in Georgia, my parents told me the story of my special birth.

“No we need to go now. Get in the truck,” he instructed me. I reluctantly walked out, telling the kids we will be back soon. So we drove to the doctor, got the news, and drove home. Immediately I walked out to the barn to start cleaning. There hasn’t been a dust storm in weeks, so I was hoping it would last a little longer. I had rejected going to the doctor for so long. I was already a few months into pregnancy. I didn’t know how I could hide it from my children but I didn’t want them to worry about

After talking to Angela Figi, i felt finally we were going to have the family i never had and prayed for. The day he was born was amazing and a bit scary. Like most woman

It’s official. I am Screwed. Anna periodically handed Norman her cell phone whenever too many girls was gaining his attention. It wasn’t the ones who tried to speak with him in passing or with as little attention to themselves and what they were doing. What had caused Anna to use her speed dial button on turbo were the ones who openly, proudly, and loudly wanted to get Normans attention and or an agreement to out out on a date, as friends of course. No one wanted to be responsible for him becoming happily single. Norman no longer batted an eye when Anna passed him her cell phone.

I was putting my things in my locker when I heard Austin approach me. "Hey, uh, soo, um how's your day going?" He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Not as great as yours is going." I said with a fake smile. "Uh, nono um let me explain. L-look, if you're gonna tell Laur-" I cut him off before he could finish. "N-no I-I'm not gonna tell her, I'm not gonna tell ANYONE. H-honestly I just, I wanna forget the whole thing, it was awkward and disturbing, an-" He cut me off this time continuing with his explanation. "Hey, look I'm not that guy okay. I mean yeah I did it, but I was gonna break up with Lauren th-" Austin got cut off again, but this time by Lauren herself. "Ooh, I heard my name." There she goes eating his face again. "What are you

Imagine you're first day at kindergarden in a brand new school bigger city and you dont know anyone. When I started kindergarden I was the new kid because I had just moved here to Mason City. I was always the most nervous doing anything new for the first time, Ive always had really bad anxiety.

During my two pregnancies, BabyCenter L.L.C. has been a frequently surfed guide for my children's developmental milestones. Referring to the site and zealously studying the information served as a litmus test for personal successes of parenting, in addition to my index of "expertise" for engaging in educating conversations with my pediatrician. Currently, my younger son is six-years-old. As a first grader, his teacher requires him to know his age and birth date. However, a favorable assessment considers more than the month and day; he must have knowledge of his birth year also. Therefore, my son's inability to communicate those details would alarm his teacher that he has not reached a crucial milestone in his development. Correspondingly, I

Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize like Yo, my men and my women Don't forget about the dean, sirat al-mustaqim Yo, it's about a thing If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere! It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend

Her eyes opened and there was a bright light. She squinted, looking around the room. All white, everything was white. She sat up and got out of her bed, which was white, the sheets white. She stood and immediately her head pounded, her head searing and the room spinning, and she had a new view, a view of the floor, which of course, was white. Suddenly people were lifting her off of the floor, placing her back on the bed, pulling the white covers over her.

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. Reading seemed like a special power people posessed when they got older, it seemed astonishing to me. The first series I really liked was “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. I’ve read every single book in the series, whenever the next book from the series would come out, i’d get it first thing the next day. I never really read that often after I finished the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series. Those books really entertained me and anything else I read from the point didn't sway me. In fourth grade, I had a really awesome teacher that was really hard on me, but I really believe she helped me the most. I don't remember everything

"I have to admit," Mrs. McCarthy said. "I'm a little freaked out now. But my pregnancy wasn't planed either. In fact, I was only 16 when I was pregnant. My parents ended up disowning me. It was my husband's parents who helped us. Of course, he was my boyfriend when. I'm going to help you two with your baby."

“The first person I told about my pregnancy was my best friend Stacy; she was very supportive through the whole process.” As Stacy would ironically later go through the same thing, they have always stuck together through thick and thin. Even today, nineteen years later, Stacy and Andrea are still best friends. Through the process she then told her boyfriend’s sister-in-law Jennifer and her boss Katherine. As soon as the news was shared, it spread like wildfire through the small town of Springhill, Louisiana. “Suddenly everyone known, I had no time to protect myself and tell the people who really mattered.” Before she even had the chance, her boyfriend and father both had already heard the news. My father was in disbelief and her father was furious about the situation, but even more furious that he had to heard the news from someone that was not his daughter.

“Is he going to survive, what going to happen to him, save my baby boy, what did i do wrong.”

2.The Super Objective is to get the baby from Sandi and get her out of our life, the agreement that singed is to hand the baby to me and when the baby become mine she had to live. Without having any emotional or indifferent to Sandi as mother,