Fictional Narrative

Connie’s story is easily relatable to any young person on the verge of curiosity and excitement. Teenagers grow away from relying solely on the ideas of their parents and general ideology of their known environments as they begin to branch out. They feel as if they have learned all of what they’ve been exposed to and that they must begin to make their own opinions and experiences in life. Through this idea one can strongly connect to the young Connie. She is so bored with a life that she has become accustomed to and hates to think of being as her boring sister June; who their mother seems to adore in an odd comparison often saying things like “June did this, and June did that” (551). She wants to experience things unknown and feels she has no reason to fear what may happen so she goes out on excursions that are driven by her romanticized ideas of what adulthood holds for her in the future. Connie begins to rebel and seek new experiences, but she eventually gains someone’s attention that brings her ideas to reality.

She reached over to the table beside her and grabbed the glass of ice water, sipping it before placing back down where it belonged and diving back into her computer again “Starting when I was around 3, I always had a constant obsession with one boy band or another. I jumped from one teen heartthrob to another over the years. Most of my conversations with my mother from about age 5 'til my early teens revolved around “my future husbands” as I called them.” Her fingers moved nimbly as the story began to unfold, “I would describe the life I plan to lead with them or the children I wanted to have. Within these conversations with my mom or grandma, they always managed to throw in things like ‘What if you bring home a girl instead’ or one would say ‘Well I can’t wait to meet this husband’ and the other would shout ‘or wife’ from the other room. At the time it made me mad and I would always respond with things like ‘MOMMMM I LIKE BOYS STOPPPPPP’ and storm out of the room. When I look back, I often wonder if they were trying to brainwash me or if they just saw something I didn’t, but it was a sweet way of reassuring me no matter who I love they would always accept me. At the time I never thought anything of it, I liked boys, boys were cute and that’s what the world had taught me. Girls like boys, boys like girls, and

I told him that for our purposes I was defining the teenage years from 12 to 20. I asked him what the first thing that he remembered about being a teenager. AA said that he remembered being 14 years old, and buying his first boat with his brother Timothy. He bought a 14-foot work boat so that he could make money raking “Quahogs”, New England Clams found in the bay. He reminisced on the help and vocational training that a neighbor, named Frank, gave him when he got the boat. I asked him what things about being a teenager did he still remember? AA talked about his first truck a 64 International that he had worked to buy. He said he remembered all the antics of his brothers and sisters whilst being a teenager and chuckled a little bit when the subject was brought up. I asked AA whether he perceived his brothers and sisters in a positive way. He said yes, and said they did every crazy thing so that I did not have to do it. AA had an affectionate comment when asked to describe each one of his siblings. He spoke about his Brother Joseph, “he did everything so I didn’t have to do anything crazy”. He then said Joe was the family wild man. He said his brother Joseph performed various antics such as dressing up on an airplane as a gorilla. AA had also said that Joseph also liked to dress up as Jimmy Carter when he went to weddings, and always carried a well of invisible ink, “which was not the best choice” AA

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. “Fuck”, he bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide laugh, “sucks to suck!”

Erza and I faced Malise, Erza was smirking and Malise spoke, “Whats got you all smily?”

Now divorced but barely the same free-spirited person I had grown up around; my cousin’s metamorphosis troubled me. I knew I couldn’t escape this reality, but I wanted to, so I found a way of making everything seem perfect: fantasizing.

He always had more friends than us. He always had a way for us to get into the coolest hangouts. And he never was a careless friend. In fact, he was always there. Especially when I needed his shoulder to cry on. Throughout middle school till now, Andy, Jackson, and Martin were my cherries on the top of my banana split that I’d get every other Sunday at Freezy’s diner, right across from Jenny and I. So yes, I had the best of friends. I had a great job. I was ranked number thirty-seven at the top of my class. My very proud lawyers-, or I mean parents. Made my life as lavish as Jenny’s. I was happy, and content, but this isn’t what I thought I wanted… I wanted to feel desired…

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

It wasn’t for another four years that I began to question my sexuality. I had spent so long manufacturing feelings, tittering about boys I couldn’t care less about, and acting like all my other friends, that anything else was foreign and intimidating. It was disconcerting when I began to notice other girls in a way I hadn’t noticed anyone before. Was this what all my friends had been talking about? A crush? The type of thing described in the television shows that I had only just begun to watch.

one long and dark afternoon, jose patel was lying in his bed contemplating on which sword he could use to overtake the champion owner of the belt, gringo geco. as the door knocked,

Richard McCroskey, 21, was an aspiring horrorcore rapper (who went by Syko Sam) when he met Emma Neiderbrock, 16, (pink hair) online and began a long distance relationship. The two had been going out for about a year when they decided to meet in person for the first time for a horrorcore concert, Strictly for the Wicked Festival; along with another friend of Emma’s, Melanie Wells,18 (black hair). Emma’s parents, Mark Neiderbrock, 50, and Debra Kelley, 53, took the three to the concert and back to Debra’s house in Virginia.

It is also assumed that the act of telling a story can provide insight into past, present and future events (Espinoza, 1997). By going through this process, individuals can find the importance of certain events and assign roles to people who are a part of their story. This act can allow a client to find new meaning and understanding to their reality (Espinoza, 1997). Not only is a

Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room