Narrative Essay On The Feeding Room

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

"No." Fred interrupted, turning to face her, "With all due respect, Professor, I'd rather not have her go to Madam Pomfrey."

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”

Hunter swung the door open, his mouth curving into a smile as he admired Alex. She was a small girl, no more than five foot. Coupled with her small waist she looked ethereal sometimes, too delicate for the world she lived in.

The girls sat seperated in two stark, cold rooms. Each of the girls was sat at a table with a clear plastic cup of water sitting at arm’s length from them, both cups untouched. How could they drink when their best friend was no where to be seen? They had been having an innocent night of fun at Mercedes’ house three weeks ago, the first of many planned for the spring break, watching movies on Netflix and eating a pizza they ordered. The night was full of rambling about how classes were, drama floating around the college, and the boys they were talking to. A typical night for three college sophomores.

“My husband is in his office, he will see you there,” she said, pulling distractedly away the hand which I had kept near my thin mustache perhaps longer than I realized.

A chuckle escaped her parted lips when she heard what Octavia had asked her. She licked her lips, pushed down on the bottom and began to speak. “It took some time for me to figure out what need to be done to get back down here, to the ground.” She paused, pulling the radio from her lips. Head tilting off to the side as a laugh escaped her lips. Octavia was probably the only living person left who knew that she was the one that wasted 3 months of oxygen and not Finn. She lifted the radio back to her mouth, “We are here now and ready to get you guys out. It might take use a while.” She mused. “But we will get you guys out of there.” She released the button, lowering the radio she sat it down on a pile of rubble. Dark hues stared at it as she

They don’t notice it at first. Between the cold weather, Rachel’s nervous breakdown and scrounging for as much of Danny’s asthma medication as they can, it’s months of infrequent bathing before either of them notices it.

Cecilia had knocked about three times, before she was about to give up. Vivian had surely been exhausted. Or maybe, she'd even left? Had she gone back to the city, after all? Had she abandoned her again, even thought she promised not to? That thought subsided most of her anger and hatred, turning it into dismay and sorrow instead. But within all of that, was a slight glimmer of.. Hope. Natalia hadn't told her, that Vivian had left, so surely she had to still be there? Natalia never asked for people to pay up front, so she'd know when Vivian left, and paid, right? Vivian would -not- just walk out, in the middle of the night, without paying. She may have done an abysmal thing, leaving Cecilia behind, without even a word, but she was not

“WOW! This van is really something else.” Crystal said as she looked at all the surveillance equipment in the CIA RV. There were city grid maps flashing across one of many computer screens and telephones were ringing. “Are we going to really need all this power doctor?”

“I’m sorry, Sherry, but I don’t.” He remembered seeing a 24-hour Walmart up the highway and drove there.

You settled across from Sean in the recording room in yours and his apartment, set up on his second monitor and sharing a microphone. You were both about to be playing some Gold with Friends with Mark, Bob and Wade, something you had been trying convince Sean to let you do for a while, but he hadn’t finally given in until now. Sean never told you why he never wanted you to join them, and it hurt every time he never gave an answer even though he always swore that it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you, you couldn’t help but think that was the reason why.

Curiously, she took a moment to look at the coat while wearing it. It was old and brown but not to a point where it had tears just a few little scuffs on the sleeves. The zipper was broken, jammed actually. With two pockets where April reached into to warm her hands. Ow… her finger was punctured by a small gadget she pulled out making her bleed. It was a strange machine, unsure of what it was she put it back in the pocket. She thought of turning back around to return it but weariness won her over instead. By the time she got in her car it was around 3 am and she was exhausted. Looking up at her rear view mirror she swore she saw something, a shadow. Maybe, being drowsy and tipsy is not a good combination. She rubbed her eyes, put on her

Next was all the formal questions about what did what or where this or that was. These were just another formality that seemed quite obvious. Who drove a car around for a year, and didn’t learn at least some of the important buttons, and knobs? Surely you had to use your wipers, signals, heating, and lights every now, and then. You must of, right? Well, I’d guess that someone forgot something important one year, and that single outlier changed the whole system. So now, everyone has to know what every single button does, where it is, and God forbid, if you don’t find it within two seconds, then you're most definitely an incompetent driver. Almost needless to say, Jason didn’t follow in the outlier’s footsteps, and he aced the questionnaire.

SMACK! I was on my back, peering up at Josh as he laid on top me. “Gotc....” He begins to say but stopped. The look of victory slowly vanished from his face at the realization of how little space was between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest or maybe it was mine. Because, Josh was now searching my eyes as if he was looking for an answer to a question. His lips were only inches from mine and I could feel the heat coming off of them. Everything inside of me screamed to move away, but my body would not respond. I lay there frozen until my back pocket began to BUZZ “Everbody is kung fu fighting hu ha” BUZZ. Josh immediately was up on his feet and I felt the absence of his body heat.