Lisa's Journey: A Narrative Fiction

I called the constituent, Ms Kathryn Chase, she said that is frustrated that nobody helps her to stop her siblings and her uncle stealing her mother's money and jewelry.

I have had many great mentors that have stood out in my life thus far, but I have one lady that really stands out. Her name is Tina; I know her better as Ms. Hicks. She is a kindergarten teacher and Glee Club director at the middle school I attended. I came to know her really well when I joined the Glee Club my sixth grade year. She is so selfless and always puts others before herself. I just began watching her one day and realized that I wanted to be just like her. I began to volunteer in her classroom the last period of the day because I want to be an elementary school teacher as well. I decided why not learn form the best. Throughout the year, I learned so much from her. She taught me that students can learn and have fun while they

I stumbled backwards into a snow drift. Then something incredible happened, the snowman came over to me. He didn't walk he just rolled kind of. The snowman had a kind face. I call out for Charlie, but he had still not moved, it was like he was frozen in time.

This way, if you looked at her face all you would see was a beautiful woman with piercing blue eyes and a warming smile.

One day in Summerville, Lisa Paws was in her room doing homework. Her sister, Penelope Pussycat was watching TV with her little sister Brianna Paws. They both were watching Glimmer Force (that was Everyone’s favorite show). Then the News came on and Penelope yelled, “Lisa! Come down here. It’s really important!” Lisa got out of her room, went down stairs and said, “ what’s going on, Penelope?” “ I want you to have this!” Penelope said. She put up the volume up to 80 and Lisa, Penelope, and Brianna listened. “ Today on ZNN, a famous singer, Gazelle, went on stage and she told everyone that she wants 3 people to come up and sing and dance with her. It will begin on August 21, 2017… “Thats in 4 weeks Penelope. Do you think we should tell sloppy

The protagonist of the story is Becca. All throughout her childhood, Becca has kept storytelling as a value very close to her heart. It was something that connected her and Gemma throughout her childhood and until Gemma’s death. Becca was always the one sister out of the three who would always be willing to listen to Briar Rose, no matter how many times it was told. “But not Sleeping Beauty. A new one.” Shana begged. Becca would then say, “I want Sleeping Beauty. It’s my favorite.” (18.) Storytelling was a really important value to Becca especially when her Grandmother was staying in the hospital. Becca was closer to her grandmother than to her sisters, always making sure to frequently visit her while she was sick. She would lay by her grandmother’s

Moving from the car to the door, I sheathed the key into the lock and turned the doorknob quickly trying to escape the summer heat. Sounds of what was supposed to be the house alarm acknowledging my existence were muted over by whirling hot air, sizzling oil, chopping, and grating pans over the stovetop. Whiffs of fried rice and omelettes greeted me, luring me into the kitchen. The air was smoky and warm sunrays illuminated the room, creating a dazed, heavenly glow. Perched on three-legged stools before the marble island countertop sat my two older sisters, Lillian and Tracey, who were almost mirror images of each other. Both were slim, no taller than 5’2”, and had silky hair ombre-ed from black to a hazelnut brown, that softly brushed the tips of their shoulder blades, which made it difficult to tell who was who, especially from behind. They watched in excitement as their boyfriends prepared the food.

It seems like half of our conversations are about musicals. She, being the most musically talented person I know, usually introduces me to a certain musical and asks me if I know of it. Usually I do not, and she continues to enlighten me. Each musical she describes is full with its own characters, songs, and interesting storylines. I see each musical that she describes like I see her. She has thousands of different layers. Even though we have been best friends for over a year now, I still feel like there’s parts that I have never gotten to know.

Day 2 with Natalie went fairly well. She did not want to greet a table at first but she was sociable with them. She did well on her test and only missed two of the wing sauces. The only issue that we had was when I asked her if she wanted to greet one of my tables and she said yes. She was nervous and the greet and order steps were a little rocky, and by rocky I mean a complete avalanche. She came off a robotic and it seemed forced. So she needs to work on her greet and having more confidence with her tables.

Reflection 4 I watched B.P.’s intake from February 2nd with Chris (pseudo name) and his mother. Watching this session showed me how naturally sounding and productive motivational interviewing can be. Chris mentioned that he does not like authority figures and does not enjoy being asked a lot of questions.

”Mona” Since the divorces I have been struggling to stay above water. I don’t think I can’t continue living without him? I feel like totally giving up on life!”

I expected the knock at the door would come eventually, but I didn’t expect it to happen at midnight. It scared me i didn't know what to do. I thought i was going to die i never thought something like this was ever going to happen to ME. i always here that things like this happen to other people. BOOM! I heard a gunshot i thought they were coming for me i was hiding under my bed i heard footsteps around my house i soon relized that they were with me that i was going to die. They came in my room they serched everywhere in my closets and threw everything out looking for me. They looked under my bed they saw me i started to cry they pulled me out from under my bed by my ear they held me by gun kiddnapped i couldnt run i couldnt move i knew that if i did i would get shot they soon took everyone in my village to this camp it looked like the dump they made us change into these pajamima type clothing and while we were undressed a inspector came in and made sure that we couldent run away.

I wandered past the Foggy park, I could feel the coldness on my skin, I could hear my heart get faster as it tried to pump blood round my body to try and make me warmer, There was no-one else around, apart from some stray cats and foxes. Then suddenly from nowhere I heard a massive scream, it echoed around the park getting louder and louder, I was scared at this point trying not to slow down and look, I held my head up and started running home, knowing that I wasn’t that far, I could see a branch up ahead on the ground and told myself don’t trip over that, even though moments before I had thought about avoiding it, I kept running and for some reason my brain wouldn’t communicate with my leg and I just stumbled as I

Today when I went to P.E, the coach said that I will be doing a floor routine, so I practiced and practiced and could not get it. Later that day, at school, Hailey was walking through the hallways with her best friend Monica(12). “Hi Hailey how was your weekend?” said, Monica. “It was good and yours?”. During class, A’lisha and her friends was talking about gymnastics. Hailey was thinking about how she could not land her floor routine. Later, when class was about to start Hailey and Monica was talking to the coach for a moment and Hailey ask coach can she help her practice and he said “yes” and they went to class. After class ended, Hailey went to go practice, but still could not do it and she tried harder every time. Later at home, Hailey asked her parents may they please take her to the gym? they said later. So

I opened the door to the porch to see that the cookies and milk haven’t been touched, not one bit. The only thing you saw on the glass my a ice coat and on the cookies well they were just stone hard cold. Was this for real, what Nathan was saying about how Santa was real. It just couldn’t be but It looked like it more and more I thought about it. I remember the box from my ice skates and it was from Kendal’s Toy Store. Wouldn’t Santa’s elves have wrapped my gift? It was all becoming a blur, and this was going to be the worst Christmas ever. I ran at out of the house with my warm mittens, coat, boats, and my new ice skates. I didn’t tell my mom I was leaving but I didn’t care about anything at the moment. I found a creek down below by my house and started skating on the ice just crying about all had what happened. Why was this happening to me? All of a sudden I saw a small crack in the ice and it kept getting bigger, bigger, and bigger. Until all of a sudden I caved into the ice falling into the freezing cold