Brean A Fictional Narrative

The guys did whatever the Indians asked them to until the seventh day. It was in the middle of the night and everybody was asleep except Daniel. He woke John Stewart and they snuck out of the Indians sight very quickly in hopes of finding their old campsite. They finally came upon there old camp and found that everybody was gone home.

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

“Of course.” I promised. A couple hours had passed and the sleep got to her, so I said another sad goodbye and left her to rest. Only one visit left…

It was one of the times when we were starting a new school, in a new house, and a new neighborhood. One of my older sisters, McKenna, was planning to come and visit us down in Texas. I was starting my new school next week, which was also when McKenna was going to be landing in Texas, and something in my head made me panic. My heart was racing and my head with thoughts. I didn't know what to do, I was running up and down the stairs, going to my parents who were on the couch watching So You Think

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After that they went to bed. The next morning Jimmy and Bob woke up early and went to get food/hunt, berry picking. When they got back the whole camp was trashed, nobody was there and there was a note on the ground that said one the front, “for Jimmy.” Jimmy opened the letter and it read, “Dear Jimmy, I see that you are on a journey for revenge for your father's death. I am really looking forward to it.

the deep gold velvet couch and leaned forward just enough to provide him with an unhindered view of her cleavage as she reached for a cup. “Please, join me for tea.”

I vividly remember how it all started. It was a Sunday night. All of our friends reunited at Alejandra’s house. The television was on, some of us were sitting in the couch and others by the entrance playing cards. Meantime others were sitting at the dinner table eating Chicken Wings and French fries. Wily the oldest of our group

I could hear footsteps, when I opened my eyes I saw my dad shaking me by the shoulder. That day we were had to get up at 4am and make our way to an entertainment park. We were already 5 minutes late. It was a morning of rushing around and a bit of frustration. After a short shower I grabbed a snack and jumped into the car. We had a 30 minute car ride ahead of us. This was not our car, we had rented one because we were on vacation in Costa Rica. I was in 7th grade then. It was the last month of the year and my dad had saved money for months for this trip it was our 3rd day into the trip with 4 days to go. My 2 brothers Ian and Gage came with us, Gage was only 5 years old, Ian was 13. Once we arrived at the Entertainment park we were right on time. The gates opened at 6am giving us just enough time to get some breakfast . Once we got there I sat down in the waiting room and waited for my dad to sign the waiver papers. After he finished signing we walked outside into a small area, there were harnesses

The family set up their tent and brought out all the stuff in there R .V. They brought all the food and put it on the designated food area. Benjamin and Annabelle went to the forest looking for some wood to set up the campfire.

Isaac smiled before she finished healing up Malessica. She checked his body, looking for any bruises on his body. Hugging him tightly, she exhaled sharply. Isaac wrapped his arms around her. She kissed his forehead softly, letting go of him

Denny O’Callaghan woke to see bloodstains on his pillow, his bedsheets. He closed his eyes, groaned and rolled over. Maybe, he figured, he could fall back asleep. Blot out of his mind what he’d just seen. But the back of his head throbbed. He touched it and felt a bump the size of an egg, and his hair was sticky and matted there. His throat was so dry. He coughed. Blurry memories, specters nearly, from the night before flitted about in his mind’s eye. Vaguely shifting images. Incomplete. He’d been drinking tequila shots with the guys from the firehouse. Yelling. And then—nothing. He hoped if he kept his eyes closed long enough, maybe it would all go away.

Finally, the lady announced in the crackling speacker that we arrived at our destination. Phil gets up with a tired yawn and steps out. I grab my coat and bag and move along with Phil out the plane, appreciating the cold fresh wind of california that hit our faces as we walked out.

Erza and I faced Malise, Erza was smirking and Malise spoke, “Whats got you all smily?”

the mall last summer. This is my prized memory because they are truly good friends of mine and we had a tremendous time. First, we went to the mall to shop before school started. After we shopped for maybe two hours we went out for lunch at culver's. Maeonna and I decided to order the same this. Meaonna made me order first and I did not really know what I was doing. The guy at the front asked me if I wanted a single, double, or a dribble patty. I was really confused then he explained it to me better. After we all ordered Henley and Maeonna kept mocking me and still do today. Later we all had basketball