Comparison Of John And Marcy-Personal Narrative

“-but the one most responsive to change.” She smiles her approval and it feels as if I’m back in school. Her eyes are carefully scanning my face as she says her next words. “What do you think happened when we moved into

Max just nods, like she doesn’t believe her, but she wants to. “Where are we going?”

“What are you saying?” I ask already knowing the answer. She already has tears forming in the corner of her eyes , “I’m saying that maybe we should call off the wedding for now. Just until you have everything sorted out and everything goes back to normal.”

"Okay." I really didn't care. "Does she go to our school?" Now, Nolan didn't meet my eyes. "What's wrong?"

I agree with you in your response to question three. The situation went on way too long. After the janitor was told not to come by the room and he then did it again, I would have called him in and issued a written reprimand for his personnel file.

“Can you go with us tonight?” Nicole asked. “The kids are asleep, and we’ll be home before their parents get back.”

quickly got up rushed and put his clothes on and rushed out the door. When he got to work his

“Do you think.. we.. can find somewhere to stay?” Looking outside, it seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t even know what state they were in at this point.

"~I'll talk to you later~" She dropped her arm and the A.I dissipated. I shook my head and looked to Smithy.

Skylar. Something has changed in her. There’s longing, now, maybe even desperation, as opposed to the thinly veiled annoyance that was her default expression not too long ago. I don’t know exactly what I did do earn this sudden change of heart, but frankly, it’s not the right time. I turn to her and her eyes are puffy and tinted in a watery version of the violet blood running in her veins. She looked like she might cry. I put my hand on hers, trying to reassure her that I’ll be fine. It’s nothing more than a reflex, though, an unconscious reaction to familiar stimuli. Her eyes dart quickly back and forth, searching for something in the set of my features, a confirmation of some feeling or emotion, perhaps. All that’s there is exhaustion. My nerves are raw and frayed and her expression is enough to make my barely contained rage boil over. I imagine for a second, how easy it would be to carve that desperate look off of her face but I know that she is only trying to help me, and I cannot allow myself the indulgence of being like the rest of

“What? So he and his mother weren’t there?” He said, thoroughly confused. He set down the half read paper.

"I’m okay. What about you?" He draws his words out and takes steps back at the same time so she doesn’t notice just how much he’s shying away from her. He wants to keep his distance. He’s still upset. Way too upset to kiss her or even subtly brush hands with her when it’s too dark to make out each other’s features.

Xenovia look away, crying in tears. "I want to show my affection to Terry as well, but I can't make physical intimacy. My abilities the only thing I can give to show my love, but I didn't expect things to get out-of-control."

Melissa, Harper’s mother, entered the room. “What in the world is going on? I hope you girls aren’t fighting.” Melissa said in her soft, comforting voice.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just got into another fight with Copper and I'm really aching for my dad right now. I guess that knowing that I'll never see him again makes this whole process harder for me." I mumbled, belly flopping down on my bed.