Kimi Saito's The Girl: A Narrative Fiction

Frantically trying to find her way up the cold, dark stairs she trips over old, dirt covered shoes, dusty ragged dolls who’s dresses have been torn, and moldy glass bottles. As she gets to the the top she pulls trying to open the brown, wooden door, her hope of getting out anytime soon starts to vanish as the flickering light goes off behind her. Never being in the basement for very long , she never noticed how badly it had smelled of insects, and rotting mice. Deliberately she climbs back down the uneven staircase to the cobwebbed entrance.

The silence that blanketed the house and its land was broken by a loud scream filled with anger and frustration, and a girl stumbled out the front door. Her small body was slender and lithe, and her eyes were violet and filled with fire. She was dressed casually, in jeans and a navy blue tank top with song lyrics from

Chirp Chirp the birds are chirping and, Pre is walking home alone from school to her granny’s house since her mom and dad are on a cruise ship to Hawaii. When all of a sudden she heard a baby crying, “waa waa” at 3:00 P.M. In Los Angeles, Beverly Hills California, when she looked back she didn’t see anyone. At that point she was swollen because someone had kidnapped her and hit her with something that felt like a bat. Though she didn’t see anyone who hit her so it wasn’t a person. It was a ghost!! Thun dun thun dun!!!

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

She finds herself standing by the open window of her kitchen. The city’s nightlife booming beneath her. The cold wraps itself around her like an old friend. Now, she finally realizes the cause of his death. It was her all along. Her blamed herself because it was her. Drip, drip, drip. It echoes around her, filling the last of her senses as she leans out the window.

Romeo liked to question everything and everybody. In this way he presented himself as bright, intelligent, and sharp-witted. The thrill for him prioritized proving something or somebody

GIRL (18), a troubled and frightened teen, lives in an abusive foster home and sleeps at night with her door locked and a knife in her hand. Her parents were killed four years ago in a car accident. She keeps a newspaper clipping of the accident that has a picture of young man who caused the crash.

The tour went on and we got to this one part of the building where there was a metal door at the end of the hall and I could only imagine what that room is used for.

That night was tragic for the town. When Lilly went over to babysit, she was feeding the kids when it happened. She said that she started to hear sounds come from outside and she heard the front door knob shaking. Loud pounding on the door echoed throughout

Paris- I can see we both do not want to be in that party, why are you out here?

A chorus of screams goes up into the air as people race to find the nearest shelter. The sirens are just as loud as their yells and beating hearts. A girl ran along-side them, the scent of ashes and sweat clinging to her. A faded locket pounds against her chest as she turns the corner into an alleyway.

The house was dark. All of the windows were paneled with wood, leaving the slightest crack of daylight. However, the sun would soon no longer be in the sky, and the house would be pitch black. While glancing at the windows in the hallway, I heard thundering footsteps rising up the stairs. “Jilliann,” he said forcefully, “Look behind you.” I turned around and saw a little girl standing a foot away from me. She was wearing a long crème dress and all of her facial features were hidden by her knotty black hair. Suddenly, a cloth bag was pulled over my head and I was thrown onto the ground with a powerful knock to the

Getting home, I paced in a circle of obvious cold-feet, more nervous about this than anything else I’ve done. “Are you okay?” my mom asked, giving a confused look. “Well, physically I am, however mentally, and emotionally I’m exasperated. I’m so nervous I don’t know what to say or do, it’s irritating!” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration. She said with a distraught tone, “What could possibly have you in such a hectic mood?” I realized something, that not once did I ever mention Eva, let alone the fact she has invaded my mind all week. “Um, well, there’s this girl--.” “What!?” she said with a gigantic grin on her face. “How come I haven’t heard anything about this?” she added, putting her hands on her hips to display her antagonized

“Bennett!” Someone shouted before I could completely leave the area. I turned around and realized it was Romeo that called my name. He looked like he was going to do something that might break my heart even

Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, which ticked her off. Good looks and money didn’t make him more special or significant than any other customer she reminded herself. Thick, dark brown locks fell across his forehead shielding his eyes. Even without seeing the crystal-clear pools of blue, she recognized him. He shook the melting snow off his black baseball cap before quickly putting it back on and pulling the brim low to hide his identity.