Grey's Changing Experiences: A Narrative Fiction

After Lainey has been chosen as the girl for the bet, Zach tries to approach her for the first time while at school. Lainey completely blows him off and runs away, leaving him standing there stunned and slightly embarrassed. His sister then advises him to make and effort by finding out more about Lainey. For example, what she likes to do, where she hangs out, and who she spends time with.

The next day, Zach’s mom and dad left to go to work. Once they left Zach snuck out the house and was walking to school. One of the neighbors saw him and asked where he was going. He kept

“Look on the flip side we found a lighter that changes colors,” coolly responded Derick.

Michelle grabbed her wallet and her piggy bank, and she and her brother, Donald headed to the center of town. While walking, she noticed a paint store. She was only going to the center of town to find some cool furniture and some new clothes/dresses. But then she remembered how bland her house and shutters were. She went into the paint store she saw and looked around. Her brother started jumping around and picking up random paint cans and making a ruckus. Michelle put Donald, her brother, in a time out and had him sit by the door while she kept shopping. She looked around at different paint cans and decided to get lavender, magenta, turquoise, and aqua. They were all 100 ml cans of paint, she thought they were the perfect size for just what she wanted.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I question. "Your words hold no meaning anymore; you're empty, Vic, don't you see that? You've erased the idea of love from your heart and your mind, and without that, you have practically nothing. You wanna know how to try harder? Leave the other students alone, quit bullying people into doing your dirty work, makeup with your parents for God's sake. Fix your mess, because your mess is messing with me, and I can't be with somebody like that," I explain, tone still loud, but not as loud as earlier.

It was a cool September day. The leaves were starting to change colors. The air was started to get that crispy cool autumn feel to it. I was eight years old. It was my third grade year. My mom and dad both worked so my grandma (who we called nana.) picked me up every day after school. My nana and I always made some type of food every time I would come over. It didn’t matter if we were baking, making an actual meal or just making a snack, we always did something.

It took three hours to relax enough for sleep, but once I did, I kept waking from a recurring nightmare. Charles’s eyes staring at me. Changing colors. Blue. Green. Amber. Violet. The crackle of an electric storm detonating his eyes. I kept hearing his voice. “You are my match.”

“ Beep beep beep beep! “Ugh not today! Out of all the days it has to be Monday” Tye moaned. “Tye it’s school time! Tye’s mom yelled up the stairs. Tye cringed at the sound of school ever since she moved to RiverDale middle school leaving her closest friends in NYC for the unforgiving hot of Dallas Texas. As she carelessly threw her school supplies in the cream color DIY backpack. Tye could see the clock in the corner of her eye and it read 6:39 “Oh No”“ i’m going to be late for the bus!” Running out of her house without saying goodbye to her father. Tye ran down the block, and onto the bus making her way to the back. Bus rides were never as peaceful back in NYC there were usually paper airplanes flying across the bus

They took her into a bone chilling room that had a metal table and three metal chairs. There was paperwork scattered amongst the table. Two detectives took a seat across from her and began to question the identity of the criminal. “Well I could not get to good look at him because he was running so fast and he bolted into his car and left but I did notice that he was tall and blonde, he was also built like a wrestler and jumped into a big red truck. I think I might have seen him around school before but I am not sure.” She exclaimed in a jumbled mess of a sentence. The following Monday police came to the school and searched for a possible suspect. The police spent most of the day combing the old hallways and peering from behind the brick arches. The school day was almost over and the students were all getting riled up to leave, throwing their book bags over their shoulders and running down the halls like they were on a raceway. All of a sudden before anyone actually got the chance to leave the school shut down, all of the doors locked and no one knew

This worker arrived to Brandi’s home at 10:00 am with Jarred and Zoey. Jarred and Zoey walked to the back yard and entered the home through the back door and this worker followed. When the children entered the home they hug their mother and was asked by Brandi if they wanted to eat cereal. The children said yes and Brandi told them she would make it for them soon. While Jarred and Zoey waited for Brandi to make breakfast the family sat and talked for a minute. They talked about serveral things including the game Jarred was playing and they talked about the cats. After a few minutes of interaction Brandi got up and made cereal for the children. In addition to cereal, Brandi also made Jarred bowl of Tortilla Chip.

It all began with a simple phone call one stormy, gloomy night after dinner. “Jake,” his mama yelled up the stairs,”its for you”. “Its Victoria, she sounds distressed.” As he was making his way down the stairs, he was getting more worried. It was too late for Victoria to be calling at this time, he thought. He was also really tired after his work and homework he was looking forward to some quiet alone time, he really just needed to relax and not get roped up into one of Victoria’s dumb fights again.

Faint music played into the ears of the teen from a pair of dangling earphones as he made his way to the fridge and pulled a pack of bacon from it's contents, placing it onto the island counter with a slap. Thin fingers plucked at the wrapper until eventually peeling it open and retrieving a slice from the rest only to waft it beneath his nose. Jackie stood leaning onto the counter with his elbows as he nibbled at the raw meat. The sound of movement coming from the rather large apartment's hall signaled his mother, and her boyfriend, Mark, finally waking up and scurrying to get ready for the morning task of dropping him off. Their tardiness was no surprise to him, but it gave him time earlier this morning to finish packing and get ready without

The boy wakes up, hops in the shower, he barely turns the handle, so only the coldest water can come out. Like icicles each drop hits him waking him up more and more. He needs to be alert, awake , he can't risk to stutter, or twist up his words. He hops out of the shower and grabs the towel hanging on the steel rack next to the the mirror. Dries off, brushes his teeth and combs his hair, similar to to every other morning, but this time with a little more care. He needs to look like a champion if he's going to even attempt to talk to this girl. The boy heads out to the kitchen where his mom has his breakfast waiting for him, they sit down and have small talk. He's too nervous to tell her he is going to approach the girl of his dreams today because he is scared of the what will happen. Almost Simultaneously the girl is at her house. Doing her make up in the mirror, doing her hair and kissing her mom goodbye, skipping out on breakfast to avoid arguing with her father about the belly button piercing she had gotten two days before. She gets into her old rusty silver civic and flips the windshield wipers on and off to to remove the small layer of frost that had appeared over night.

Lexie heard the bleeping of her alarm clock in the distance as she awoke from a deep sleep. She turned over on her side and saw the clock read 4:46 am. She turned on her light and her eyes started to water. All she could see was her green and orange walls until her eyes stopped watering. After she stood there for a few moments, she walked over to her dresser and grabbed a shirt and some blue jeans and slipped them on.

Hurrying off towards the elevators David is pulled along by his father as they swipe their cards in front of the elevator waiting for it to come back down to the lobby. Staring around as they wait David notices how all the sunlight streams into every piece of the building and wonders how everything works with all the large windows. “David keeps your eyes down you know the rules outside of school.” Tells Mr. Evans to his son. “Sorry dad I didn’t mean no harm.” Says David apologetically looking down to his standard issue shoes.