Charlie's POV: A Fictional Narrative

I’ve read a wild, but a mysterious story called ‘’Charlie’s Point Of View”. This book was created and invented by a brilliant man named Richard Scrimger. This book is a fictional but a great book. As I take you into the journey/wonders of this book, I’ll tell you all about a blind boy solving a mystery with his powerful senses. The boy who was blind was named as Charlie Fairmile. He has two other friends who gave him big help and their names were Lewis and Bernadette.

A couple weeks ago I went to Charlie’s with some friends at two in the morning, it was a night that I will never forget. Around two in the morning, my friends were complaining of being hungry, so we decided that we were going to get something to eat. We decided on Charlie’s after a desultory argument of where to eat since Charlie’s is the only restaurant open at two. The drive to the restaurant was like no other I have ever had. My friends and I piled into my truck and my friends car, and we took off down the street heading toward Charlie’s, racing and blaring our music, so loud that people three miles away could've heard us. Driving down the street with no other cars was a scene that I am not used too. My attention kept getting pulled to

I laid with my heaving chest on the cool, grassy ground, my eyes burning from salty tears. I don’t really remember anything else from that day but i don’t think i ever really stopped crying for the next two years. I guess i should back up a little and explain why i was like this at the time, so that means i’ll start from the beginning. No i’m not trying to tell you my sob story, i’m telling how even some big struggles can still have positive outcomes, it's just all in how you look at things. I believe i was nine years old and it was june, or july maybe, because i was no longer in school and the early morning sunshine was already radiating heat. My mom was always working nights at the local hospital. I hated her job because whenever she was

When Charlie woke again, it was light outside and Jago lay sleeping next to her. Rolling over with a grimace, she pushed his dark hair out of his closed eyes, grateful that he was alive and well. She had promised his mother Georgia that she would care for the little boy as though he was her own, and had been nearly crazed when she found out the patriots had taken him.

A few weeks after her death I walked passed her mother and big brother. My knees went weak like I just stood through an earthquake and my heart stopped beating. Her mother politely asked how I’ve been keeping in a friendly way I said “I’m okay” but deep down I wasn’t. She told me how things have been really tough but she was starting to manage and handle things a bit better. I could tell that her mother was broken inside and so was I. She managed to force a smile as she said goodbye.

Like most stories of youthful pain and suffering, my story begins at Walmart with my mother and brother. As is typical for two children, my brother and I were roughhousing and aimlessly meandering around the store because we were bored. Strongly, my mother demanded we stop multiple times, but neither of us listened to her. Looking back, I wish I had listened to her. When our trip had almost come to an end, we were playing cops-and-robbers in the deli, and my brother clutched my hands behind my back to “arrest” me. I attempted a pulling escape, but he thrust me forward at the same time; I fell flat on my face on the hard-concrete floor. My mother rushed me to the emergency room because she assumed I had broken my nose. Luckily, the x-rays revealed

Everyone knows aliens,Monsters and ghost aren't real.Yet kids seem to always be afraid of something under the bed or inside the closet,but what if only some of us can see them.Only some us belive so that must mean only some of us can see them.Or are they real and they distinguish with every other human on this Earth.Charlie was a 14 years old boy,his friend Justin was always with him.Everyone in town knew they were unserparatable.Their lifes going normal like any other 14 year old School,homework and sports.The two kids didn’t know how special they really were.They always seaked adventure.One day Charlie and Justin were walking looking around for their new hiding spot.The two boys thought they had finally found it after looking around for

Blood is not thicker than water. Any man can father a child, but it takes a special kind of person to be a dad. My biological father walked out on me when I was just one year old. But, that is okay because at a young age I came to face the fact that he was just a sperm donor in reality because when I was two years old my mother met the most amazing man. His name is Charlie. Charlie has been in my life since I was two years old. He has raised me like I was his own flesh and blood. Charlie is the most remarkable, compassionate, and committed person I have ever met.

When Charlies car breaks down on the way to her parents’ house, she fears the worse. Stranded with no car, she takes a ride from the mechanic to her parents’ house. With a winter storm coming in though, Charlie makes him stay the night.

“Wow, time flies when you are having fun.” She looks at me and says, “Well I guess this is goodbye for now.” “I could never say goodbye to you” I say. Her eyes are glossy for moment, but she does something unexpected. She brushes her lips faintly on my cheek. I caress her face and rub the tears from her eyes. “I will see you sometime tomorrow.” “Okay,” she says. I walk to my mother and I kiss her goodnight. She glances at me and says, “Goodnight son.” I lie in bed tossing and turning because I do not feel at peace without her. After an hour of no sleep, I finally was able to shut my eyes and

Hours passed. I worked on homework while she slept. Her foster parents asked me some questions at first, trying to figure out why she would attempt suicide. When they realized I didn’t know anything, our conversation slipped into strained silence.

I’m a twenty-three year old named Ella that still lives with my parents and is hated by them. I was sleeping comfortably in my bed on a Monday morning until I heard my mom screaming at me. This was a typical morning.

Just like all great things it had to come to an end, and so I offered to walk her home. We quickly reached her apartment and then we said our goodbyes.

All the sudden I have woken up in a little tight room. I start screaming for help, but no one can hear me. I relies I can’t move. My hands are all chained up. There’s a wooden bar around my neck. I start crying more and more. I start screaming for my mom. I then get louder and louder. Until I relies no one can hear me. No one is going to save me, not this time. My body still shaking I can’t focus. I can’t

The end had been coming near. It was 2052, and we all had been on the edge of our seats for years. We knew that it wouldn’t take very long before we were gone. We just didn’t know it was going to be so soon. We also hadn’t expected the fact that we