Feliks Home: A Fictional Narrative

"I wanted to find out more about him, he seems extremely shy, and I want to help"

You live there? There. I had to look to where she pointed-the third floor, the paint peeling, wooden bars papa had nailed on the windows so we wouldn’t fall out. You live there? The way she said it made me feel like nothing” (Cisneros 5).

“Actually, um, yes. There’s a boat leaving in two days,” he said. “But you can telephone them before that.” Winnie was relieved. She didn’t really want to leave Newt and his suitcase, but she knew that she needed to talk to Florence and William, and let them know where she was.

About an hour and a half passed when he saw that he was heading toward a familiar supply store. It was the first sign that he was getting closer to his uncle’s houes. He quickened his step and finally was about 5 yards away when he heard an angry shout come from the closed front door of the store.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

"Can I see you to the hotel?" Milano offered when he went to the door and opened it.

“Tizio’s grandmother invited me too. I thought I’d tag alone with you two unless you want to have Tizio take me. He’s at work and we have a couple of things to finish before I can leave.”

I looked forward to this trip every single year. Driving to get there was almost better than the camping trip itself. The road had big hills that made your stomach drop on the way down, and I always pretended I was on a roller coaster. At the top of one of those hills, there was a wooden sign, painted brown with yellow letters, all in capitals, that said “WICKLUND’S CAMPGROUND”. The driveway was a simple, downhill dirt road that had a bend at the bottom of the decline. Driving around that corner, you could always see the lake sparkling through the thin line of trees because the sun was always shining. It was cloudy that day.

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

“Yes, I was quite surprised to receive the message from Thomas; however, as much as I would love to travel abroad, rub elbows with the Queen and gallivant around Western Europe with you, I can’t go Allie.”

“Okay. Okay. I'm about ten minutes from home. I'm on the way there now. Have you talked to Lester?”

When Hawkins stepped outside, Thomas took Allie’s hand and began walking toward the stairs. “I want to look at the bedrooms,” he grinned. “A comfortable bed is what matters most to me.”

He led me inside, where I instantly warmed up as I stepped inside. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back,” he said as he left to where I’m guessing was the kitchen.

“Because I would like to talk to you, I haven't seen you in a while.”

Once they had made it safely to the Quan’s business plaza, all three vehicles pulled right up to the doors of the pizzeria. Morgan popping Ruby’s door open and jumping out even before Lovienthal had come to a complete stop. “Mom, Dad!” he cried out as he ran for the entrance. But before he had even reached the doors, Kym Quan pulled it open, stepping out and grabbing Morgan in an embrace. “Dad, we got to get out of here. The whole town has gone crazy. People are attacking other people, biting