Justine's Mate: A Narrative Fiction

Mattie and Ethan never follow their love due to Ethan's morals and the respect he has for his marriage to Zeena. He wants Zeena to be well and he takes care of her when she is ill. Frome’s feelings for Mattie never oscillate and he wants to be with this woman who is not his wife. Even though Ethan only had one night with Mattie alone, he cannot help but think of what he has done as he sits in the kitchen. Mattie presents minority, beauty, and good health- all of which Zeena does not possess. It seems he favors the more hip, young, and beautiful women than dull, boring, and unattractive women.

The other girls all fear him and are ‘strangely titillated’. This might mean that they all think of him as very handsome, and are fascinated by him and want to stay on his good side.

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

Logan hadn’t noticed. Looking back now, he was mildly embarrassed he hadn’t seen it coming. Ever since summer vacation ended, Eliza had been acting different. She seemed happier, and had the air that she knew something everybody else didn’t. Not in a snobby, “I know something you don’t know and now I’m going to rub it in your face” kind of superiority. It was entrancing, like if you got close enough to her, you would know it to.

Still desperate to win Maxine’s affection, Craig goes and confronts Maxine. Maxine says to Craig, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have two people look at you with total lust and devotion through the same pair of eyes? No I don’t suppose you would, it’s quite a thrill Craigie.” Instead of giving up Craig has become more desperate for Maxine. Maxine has showed us through this statement that she isn’t just desperate for attention, but also control. She has now showed us a peak underneath of her hard exterior and her superficial shell. Maxine ultimately deep down feels scared of the unknown and as if she isn’t good

Luna Christopher mumbles incoherent profanities under her breath, sinking into the edge of her torn motel bed.

With Malcolm gone, her days spent at the office quickly turn into evenings and weekends with Thom. Doris warns her to be careful about juggling two men she cares about, because she could end up alone.

"Oh you must've thought I was playing. Nah, yungin' you and your lil boyfriend ain't 'bout to be bringing any lil rug rats up in here. I am done raising kids."

I'm not your ordinary college student, I don't go out and party, I don't go out and do drugs. I have one goal and that's to finish college before getting my first STD. Most people would think I'm stupid for wanting to do this, but really, I just don't have time for people. I major in Astronomy, and I work all night in a Diner across the city. It was the best paying job for my kind of age. Being 19 does not help in the state of Washington, take note on that.

Ariana was a curious girl, and everything she loved to do revolved around exploring. Ariana was 15 and had hair as red as blood, and eyes as green as the watered leaves of a new plant. She would often explore by herself or with her friends Troye, and Dinah. Troye had eyes as blue as the waters of Bora Bora, and hair as brown as the trunk of a newly grown oak tree, and at only the age of 16 Troye looked older, and hotter than boys his age. Troye was most often the safer person of the group while Dinah didn’t care if she would die doing it, and did it anyways. Dinah was an excited lady, and most times she was the one closest to death when adventuring off into the newly discovered area. Dinah had the greyest eyes which made her often referred to as concrete eyes, and she had blonde hair that shined so bright that when someone waved at her on the sunniest day the light would reflect and hit the other person with the brightest ray of sunshine ever recorded in human history. They all live in a small town called Westerville which is not very far from Liverpool, England.

Marshall and Hazel finally made it onto the jet and told Carson and Alexis to start the engine. “We can’t start it now! Aaron isn’t here yet!” screamed Alexis informing them about Aaron.

I would like to start this presentation by asking you and myself something; what is a real life? I would like you to think for a few seconds, what is a real life for you, is it something subjective or objective, is it something easy or difficult to answer. Maybe, if we go beyond, I can ask you, what is real for you? Indeed, this is a difficult question, but I think that the writer of this story that we are discussing now, made a very close attempt to answer this huge question and she did it just by telling us the story of a simple and ordinary family.