Mary Sue: Personal Narrative Fiction

I really rooted for her to save her brother and was surprised at at all the plot twists. The varying point of views can be a somewhat confusing but as the novel progresses, it helps the reader piece together the story. I really liked how the point of views all tied together in the end too. The characters are all very realistic and have their flaws, which helps the reader relate to them. One of my favorite quotes of the book is “Cruelty isn't a personality trait.

I personally thought Juliette was a strong character. I liked that she stuck to her gut even when Warner tried to get her to do different. Towards the middle of the book it goes back and forth between Juliette and Warner which got to be a bit much. Adam was also a strong character, and I like that the book told the history behind Juliette and Adam. It helped me see the connection and made their relationship more realistic. I like Kenji who was one of Adam’s army friends. Kenji was funny, and had a good sense of humor. I look forward to more of Kenji in future books in the series. As the story progressed and so did her relationship with Adam. As a reader I learned that he (Adam) can touch her, Adam was the first person to show her compassion.

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

She is one of my favorite kinds of heroines, and that is because she is intelligent but also makes mistakes just like everyone else – but when she makes those mistakes, she analyzes what she did wrong and how to fix it. I love it when a main character is capable of realizing their mistakes and thinking through things in a logical manner, in my opinion, it is so much better than the typical “Mary Sue” who makes no mistakes at all. Cara is also very caring, which we get to see in the way she obsessively tries to help her friends and the other people around her. Another one of my favorite things about Cara, and something I can relate to very easily, she is both a dreamer and a lover of books. The fact that she is a dreamer and someone who loves to read leads to really interesting responses when “magical” things begin to

The walls of the dumpster return and close in on Marcus. Collapsing his world, compacting it into a dark and dirty hovel.

The character that I seem to admire is Rosaleen because she's not annoying like Lily. Rosaleen is cool because she doesn't care and says whatever she wants. She doesn’t lie like Lily. I first thought she was cool when she stole the fans because she didn't even care about what the church would say. Rosaleen is cool because the story needs a “normal” person, nobody is realistic. Lily is a lying sensitive baby that somehow is brave enough to run away from home, August is kind of realistic but she’s too nice and she knew the whole time that her mom stayed with them and didn't tell her, most people would just tell them instead of keeping it a secret. Also, every story usually has 2 main characters that are opposites because it can lead to unique

"Imara!" I moaned in pain and felt my head. "Imara!" I dug into my pockets and pulled out my flashlight. I turned it on and shone it around. "Where am I?" Alister sighed in relief. "Why didn't you answer me? I thought you died." I was currently sitting in a half circle room that led only one way. "I don't know. There's only one path." I stood up expecting pain but my leg felt normal. I patted my arm and again everything was fine. "How long was I out?" I pointed my light into the tunnel. "A while."

"Take her away she's worthless if you want her have her." my "father" says drunkenly. They take me away as I am kicking and screaming and crying. My heart jumps as I wake up realizing it was a memory. I look around noticing the the hard concrete walls and floors, the smell of mildew and the medal bars, made me realize I am in a cell now. At least I am away from the monster who took me. I heard people coming down so I layed down and closed my eyes listening to there conversation. " Alpha says she's special and she'll help us with the humans and vampires." Man 1 said. " How can she be that special she looks like all of his other fuck toys." Man 2 said.

I really liked Arlie as a main character. She is strong and loyal, but living with and acting as care taker to an addict has damaged her severely (as it would). Also,  her mother's death has left her with all these confused, angry emotions roiling round. She reminded me of a hedgehog - all prickly and curled up into a ball to protect herself from the world. She does some pretty dumb things on occasion, but on the whole she was a great main character.

You were walking down the street, hoodie over your head. You quickly looked at everyone on the street, picking out one. You walked to a random girl and told her to follow you, that there was something important. She quickly nodded, following you to a dark, creepy alleyway. You pulled out you're knife and smiled, looking at it. Your gloved hand slipped over her mouth, as you stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. You grinned at her pain. You left her on the floor, to die and rot painfully. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, greenish guy.

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. It made me feel as bad as Prompto, I didn’t realize I was that jumpy.

John decides it’s time to hit the hay. He ties up his horse up to a nearby tree and John himself climbs into his buggy and wraps himself in his blanket. Right at the crack of the sun John begins to rise his eyes and prepare himself for another day on the open field.

Harry was running the final diagnostic’s on the FTL drive, everything was looking good, “Elle, run your tests on the engines and FTL drive.”

Seven. I have seven days left. One week, 168 hours. I count down the seconds that are passing by and watch the sun turn your black hair purple. You laugh and the sound travels throughout the entire park. The dogs run with their owners, the birds fly, children play, and the water trickles in the creek, but I watch your throat move with every drink of water, the white gold locket moving with each drink. Your tiny hand closes the bottle. The temperature is starting to rise, the hottest July of I can remember.

“Get well soon honey, see you later!” My mom went off to work as I laid in my bed. The cramps got worse every time. Yes, I was on my period and I hated it. Why does it have to be me? Everybody was at school, so I couldn’t call anybody to hang out. I stood up and there it went, a waterfall, that’s how my mom usually calls it. When I’m on my period, I’m always hungry. Always. That’s why I went down to the kitchen, but of course there wasn’t anything ‘unhealthy’ inside the fridge. I sighed and sat on the couch in the living room. I laid down and closed my eyes for a little while. Until my phone, which was in the pocket of my sweatpants, began vibrating. Scott was calling me. We’ve been best friends for a long time. When he was bitten by a werewolf,