Entwhisle: A Narrative Fiction

After Sandra was called to go into her home, Alfonso went to his house and talks to Ernie about Sandra. Ernie and Alfonso discussed her appearance such as her hair, clothing, and overall beauty. During the conversation,

was awake and had asked “What did you find” prior to Patsy hanging up the phone

“My name is Ada. My mom went missing in action last year, and is most likely dead. I am very nervous about this.” they all went silent including Elizabeth and Kathleen who as Ada noted were very giggly and chatty. The all looked

Okay, let me back up. I had a crush on this girl for about a year and my friend Eli got a hold of this information. Eli was one of those people who would confess to a girl even if he knew the answer was no. I had a fifty-fifty shot and he thought his philosophy was the only true way. I promised him I'd do it this week so he would stop bugging me. I could lie my way out of it. But if I never did this I'd never know right?

“Um, hello.” A voice said. Edward looked up from his sandwich. He must had been too busy to notice Lexi Crooke had walked up to him. She seemed, lonely.

She didn’t say too much of it at first but she did give me a strange look. The expression on her face appeared as if she was wondering why I was asking so many questions. She didn’t seem to be bothered too much because she did laugh. As a result of me having to go to work I didn’t continue to write more notes on her reaction that

“Yeah, it’s basically his dominant feature.” After a few minutes of surprisingly natural conversation, Nicole says what I’ve been waiting for her to say. “Melinda? I’m really sorry. About everything. You were such a good friend to me, and I should have at least asked for your side of the story about what happened at the party. So are we cool now?” She looks at me with a vulnerable expression. I can tell she feels extremely guilty, and wants to be friends again. So I say the right answer.

Isaac’s body heated from the embarrassment. “I kind of forgot to. What were you trying to tell me?”

To tell the truth, I wasn’t entirely sure why I hadn’t told her. It’s not like she would snap at me - heck, she’s always supported me - but there was something holding me back, some deep-rooted fear, some monster under my bed that whispered bitter lies in my ear and told me that everything would not be okay, that I would not be okay, and for some stupid reason I listened to it.

“Well, it’s stupid, but remember that time we went into the woods — you know, to that old abandon house? Well, I just keep having dreams about it and that guy that Justin said he saw. It’s been kind of haunting me — affecting my daily life actually. Anyways, it’s silly, but can you just tell Jason I’m sorry and to call me.”

I sat down at my desk, picking at my mustache while I gave her a minute to calm down, I then told her

Then she said she wonder why this happened to her. I tried to just give her the history and to help her understand.

This was one secret that she had been keeping close to her heart for one long year but now it is out there

Today Miles and I came back to Treegap to spend some time with Ma and Pa. While I was waiting for Ma to come and pick us up, I decided to get a drink from the spurt only to find a particular young girl. Her name is Winnie Foster and her family owns the woods. It is like she knew that I was hiding a secret because the first question she asked me was how old am I. I wanted to tell her the truth, I always want to tell the truth, but the truth is dangerous. She was already so close to the secret by asking how old I am and then she wanted to drink out of the spurt! She must have thought I was a total lunatic when I started giving her all of these reasons why she couldn’t. Then she mentioned her father and I panicked! She can’t tell him! I’m so glad

I teetered whether to tell her what a mistake she was making or deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth... So far I've gone with the latter and I do feel a little guilty.