How To Write A Short Story: Replied Ariana

     Elisa quickly retreats inside to clean up for dinner, taking longer that usual to clean up. Henry shortly returns to the house to clean up as well, but notices the extra time Elisa must have taken, remarking, “why– why, Elisa. You look so nice!” After dressing, Henry leaves to start the car, and the two leave for town, and Elisa leaves her moment of passionate freedom behind. On the way, however, Elisa spots the cluttered

“It’s okay!” answered Morghan. “You will win. Just think positively.” I sighed. I really wanted to win. I went out and bought an expensive dress and very expensive sparkly gray heels. After the lunch bell I made my way to my boyfriend, Alex, locker. On my way there I stepped on a one of Sally’s posters persuading everyone to vote for her. I shook my head and continued walking to Alex’s locker. I told him that Sally and her boyfriend are running for prom king and queen now. Alex is the head of the football team. Everyone likes Alex. Only issue with winning is that Sally would do anything she can to win. Therefore, me

Priscilla Vanderwaale had never been so humiliated in her entire life. God, how pathetic was she? To think that a pretty dress and a nice party would magically mean something. She had watched too many fucking movies. Set her expectations too high. This wasn’t middle school anymore, she couldn’t buy her way into popularity, not even for one measly night.

My alarm rings, I push open the wooden window shaders to see the early commuters honking and speeding past. The smell of the street bakers and restaurants ready to open for the locals. I get ready to head outside for another busy yet wonderful day. I head outside. I see cars, mums taking their kids to school, elderly at the bakery buying this week's bread and many, many tourists flooding the streets. I feel the hot air on my skin as a light breeze passes by me and the hot sun covering me.

“I’m going to prom why? You can’t go,” said Manyara. Nysasha frowned and was sad. “You don’t even have a dress to wear anyway. Plus it starts in a hour and you have no ride,” said Manyara and stuck her tongue out at her sister. Manyara went back to her room and started getting dressed. Little did she know she could go, but she just needed money, a dress, and a ride.

“Oh, look!” squealed Raven, pointing over in a direction of what looked like a hair salon. “There’s a hair dying booth! I think you should get a red streak.” Unsure, I patted down my bob of brown concisiously. Hair dying? I wasn’t sure Dad would appreciate that. Is this what Raven meant by “shopping?” Completely changing my look around just for her? What was I, not good enough for her? ”I dunno,” I said, “I kinda like my hair now...” Raven rolled her eyes and swatted me gently. “Oh, shut up, Elle. Don’t you want to fit in with ME and my pals? Plus, your hair style is soo immature right now. You look like some kind of girl who does charity work and babysits.” I bite one of my nails. “Um. Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll get one.” I begin shifting around

Once they reached their destination Grete was the first to get up and stretch out her young body. She knew that since the horrible bug that had ruined their lives for the last few months had finally gone, she could focus on more important matters. At seventeen years old it would soon be time to find a good man for her. Someone who would take care of her and protect her from awful bugs. The three of them step off the tram and instantly Grete becomes stricken by a young man that she sees a little ways down the station. While Grete stared at the man, she could feel her cheeks get very warm. “ Grete, are you feeling okay?” asked Mrs. Samsa following Gretes gaze. “ I… I’m fine mother” Grete manages to stammer and reluctantly pulls her eyes away from the man. She

Never had she been so frightened in her life. The way he was angrily starring down at her with both of his hands in fists and bulging veins on his forehead. Would this be the moment that she had always feared for? The day her boyfriend, well now ex boyfriend would lay hands on her? Alina was terrified, she had always heard stories of her ex-boyfriend blacking out and losing control while being pissed off. She didn’t know what had cause him so much anger. Was it the fact that she called him out on all of the shit he was keeping from her like having an Instagram behind her back, talking to other girls in more than a friendly way or was it because she was defending herself instead of letting him talk down on her as usually or was it the fact

“Alia, it’s Portalte. Look at yourself in the mirror.” Portalte responded. He handed Alia a mirror and she looked at herself. She sat there, stunned. She was questioning herself if that was actually her.

They both stopped and she turned and said, “Only you so far.” Christopher barely noticed but she studied him. She started heading back up the stairs and Christopher followed. “Now this is your room,” she said as she opened a door on the third floor, “I do hope you like it Mr. Perkins, is it Perkins?”

Elena looks at her “yea you 're right i 'll just ask him myself”. “Come on let 's go with the boys said Elena” Elena walks over to the boys and grabs michael 's hand “let 's go look for our dresses and suits for the dance” Kayleigh says “yea lets go guys” Elena walks past hollister and goes into Jc penney and finds this beautiful dress and calls kayleigh over kayleigh walks to Eleana Elena

Nancy got downstairs and found a stack of things to do. She was a housewife. Her husband was a corporate boss working in the city and she was the stay at home wife. This was by choice so she could work her magic during the day and while he was asleep at night. Lately things seemed to be dreary in the Brown household. Her husband Quinn would sleep in their bed while Nancy would stay downstairs watching

Ironically, during dinner the girls question me on my plans. They hate leaving me alone and remind me of their ages. Meagan is 15 and Anna is 13. Sadness takes over because she realizes the years are quickly passing. Rachel holds back the tears as she shares her plans. The girls are rejoicing and speak in unison, “Go, Stella! Enjoy life and stop being such a mommy.” Rachel can’t believe her ears! She always thought that her dating would make them think less of her. A sigh of relief escaped Rachel’s lips.

Tonya! Wake up, Ashley is at the door, says Tonya’s mom. Tonya quickly jumps up and runs down stairs to open the door. Ashley looks a bit frustrated being that she waited outside for for Tonya for over an half an hour. I thought we said we were going to meet at the mall, I didn’t know you were coming to pick me up says Tonya. Ashley mumbles and throws her self on to the sofa. Just get dress come on says Ashley. Okay, I’ll only be 20 minutes tops Tonya yells as she jets up the steps to get dress.

Utterly vexed, I stormed out of the office without another word. I heard a sigh from Mrs. Smith and a muttered response from Tara before she came hastening after me. Placing her hand on my arm, she breathed heavily, “Lauren, you’ve got to do it! The game starts in two hours and Gayle has the flu. It’s impossible for her to sing today.” Her round, honey-brown eyes were wide with expectation.