Free Narrative Essays: The Epilogue To Lexi's House

“Yes you may.” Edward told him. Michal ran and flung his bag against the wall, then ran in. “He’s going after he goes to the restroom so, we can leave.” Edward and Lexi were alone in the hallway, together. Alone. Edward turned to the first period door and they turned and walked out the door. When they got to the parking lot they stopped. Lexi had a red Toyota pickup truck that was parked up in the front of the parking lot. She leaned against the driver’s door.

When they finally returned home from lunch D was already asleep in the car for her nap time. She usually wakes up around one-thirty, and her snacks are made for her before she is up. Her favorite snack is applesauce so her mother normally put a little bit extra for her with a side of whole grain crackers. When snack time is done her mother put on her favorite TV show on for her called the “Wiggles Gables”. While she is watching her show in the living room, her mother is preparing dinner. About an hour passed there was a knocked on the door, when Mrs., Smith went to see who it was; it was her friends and her oldest daughter returning home from school. D heard her voice, she run to the door and on the door on the door she run to the door with

“Mom knock it off, I’m going to be fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” I said.

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

I saw several examples of nonverbal behavior; pulling out your Bible, and sitting and listening to the preacher. Having your Bible represents shows that you are their to learn. Listening to the preacher while sitting down shows respect and that you want to be learning about God.

“Yeah boo hoo it’s not like my mom is gonna do anything about it,” she said.

We walked out the door one by one, then John had hurdled into the driver’s seat. Brandie went in after him on the passenger side and bounced onto the seat. Brianna and I had bounded into the two back doors of the car. We waited for the all cars to pass us, for it is being ten o’clock at night it was really busy. Then we went and drove off to Rock C’s down the road by mcdonald's also acrossed the street from our home.

She got through and tiptoed over to Daisy’s bed. She grabbed up the dog as fast as she possibly could, then she dashed out the gate. When she got home she opened the door and shoved the dog inside. Daisy was laying down in a corner and Katherine figured she would be fine for the night where she was. Katherine got into bed and quickly fell asleep. She got up the next morning and walked into the living room. Her couch was torn to shreds and the glass tray full of cookies that was on the counter was shattered on the floor and there was crumbs everywhere. Daisy was sitting in the kitchen licking the floor.

"Honey, are you sure you will be okay driving yourself to Ashlyn's homecoming?" My mom asked, with concern laced in her voice.

“Is is this Mrs. Rivers?” I asked “There is a new student coming to school in the Fall and I need the nicest former 4th graders to give him a tour this summer.” I explained.

“Touch your toes, and touch the ceiling. Now sit down and play it right!” My piano teacher has me do this almost every week, and though the process brings me close to tears it has been known to work. Walking into Ms. Ladonna’s house is like walking into an all lavender Bath and Body Works. I have been taking piano from Ms. Ladonna for ten years and I still have to adjust to the overwhelming scent of lavender hand sanitizer. Ms. Ladonna sits on the left side of the piano in a brown wicker chair with a tall back, and I know it’s impossible but it seems like she’s been using the same blue pen to write my notes for years. Her glasses sit delicately on the edge of her nose and are connected to a silver chain that she wears around her pale neck. She is as full of joy as she is stories and she always has a lesson or a testimony to share. Sometimes I forget I’m even sitting at a piano when she begins to rattle off prayer requests or talks about worship. My family thinks I just go in and she

She had, had so many issues with Calahan the last couple of months she never stayed home for that long. Taking a drink of the beer she had the small blonde gulped it down. Getting down she opened the fridge as she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Pulling another beer from her fridge she opened it as she pulled her phone from her pocket. Looking at the screen and the picture of her and Calahan pop up she sighed. "I'm sorry, I've got to take this. I'll be in Jace's room." Bailey spoke as she walked away from the young brunette that everyone called Aspen. Heading down the hallway she answered her phone as she pressed it to her ear. Opening her best friend's bedroom door she walked into the clean room and shut the door behind

Once upon a time… there was this girl named Jenna. She lived in an immense house and had many great friends. Her parents, Jack and Marie had really great jobs. Many of her friends considered her as “rich”. She loved her school and all of her friends and family. She had a brother, Johnathan who was 8 years old. She didn’t talk about him much, because he was sick with a very serious disease. He spent most of his time in the hospital, and so did her parents. The daily hospital trips costed tons of money and so did his medication and treatments. Jenna’s mom and dad took many days off of work because of her brother. One day she overheard her parents talking about a money situation. Jenna felt concerned and worried for her family. Her mom, Marie

Lexi wakes with her sister slashing water into her face,"What was that for?" She asks. "You were having a nightmare, you were shaking and scream NO, NO stop. Are you all right?" Lexi's sister asked. "Yes, just a little shook. I dreamed Logan got shot and it was Samantha's fault." "Well, Logan's fine. Come on you need to get up and start getting ready for your big day," Lexi's sister says as she leaves the room. Lexi sleepily gets out of bed and takes a shower. The cool water down on her face wakes her up a little. When she gets out, all her family and friends our out in her room set up to get her ready. She sits down in the makeup chair and is immediately pampered. About 10 minutes later she has a full face of makeup on and then sits in the

“Good, I could just tell you seemed off at first,” my Mom whispered as we went into our rooms.