Miss Drilly: A Fictional Narrative

“Good,” was the girl’s reply. They walked out of his house and climbed his his run down car. The paint was chipped, and it needed new tires, but he adored it. They had decided to go get frozen yogurt, as a cool treat on a hot summer day. The frozen yogurt shop was packed to the brim with sweaty, smiling faces, in for their favorite flavor. As he sat down next to Paige on the curb with his slightly melted dessert, he thought about all the hard times he had just been

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." I assured her as a bend to whisper in her ear. I pray my words of comfort are correct.

Once we got to the school Chelsea parked her car and got out her heels clicking against the pavement. "Let's go ladies I don't want to be late it's bad for my- our reputation" she says with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes getting out of the car and pulling my bag over my shoulder. "You should put on some mascara" Bethany says pulling out her makeup bag. "I have some on" I quickly respond, "suit yourself, lashes are a big part of looking good" she says shoving her makeup bag back in her purse. Gaby silently exits the car and scurrying over next to Chelsea and Beth.

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

Andrea sat in the break room, waiting for her shift to start at 8:30, her long, crisp black hair covered the back of the seat. Andrea had her face deep into paperwork but, then noticed Mary walked into the room and looked up, took off her glasses and wiped her forehead. Andrea’s porcelain skin, looked like it has barely seen any sunlight, or even touched. Mary and Andrea had most of the day piled up in paperwork, except for their breaks. At lunchtime, Mary added to her stories of sleepwalking into the forest, including the one early in the morning.

Hadlei Smith was a gorgeous teenage girl, with bright red hair. She was five foot, six inches tall, and had a frail stature. Hadlei lived with her parents, and was an only child. She was more of the art type, rather than math or science. As she would always act kindly, she was known for her thoughtful personality. Unlike some red-haired people, Hadlei loved her red hair, and wouldn’t change it for anything. She lived in Houston, Texas, her whole life, which in her opinion, was the best place to live in the entire world. She went to school at Stratford High School, and was halfway done with her ninth grade year.

“No I’m brushing my teeth first.” Steve said and Bucky nodded and went back to the couch When Steve came out he frowned.

It was dark outside and the moon and the stars had already made their way up on the sky. Tonight was a night like any other: Bucky had gone to the bar to pick up a nice dame, only this time he went home a little earlier than intended. He fumbled with the keys once he had reached his and Steve's apartment, stumbling inside with a grin when he had finally managed to open the door, obviously very drunk. As usual, Steve was sitting on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap, concentrated on whatever he was drawing while listening to the radio. Bucky made his way to where Steve was seated and leaned over his shoulder, looking at the drawing.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

It was another busy Friday night at the Slow Hand Saloon, New York City’s hottest country bar. Penelope McKay had been overwhelmed when she had seen the crowd lined up around the corner waiting to get in. She was thankful Cheyenne was helping her tonight, she would not be able to keep up without the help. It seemed each weekend the crowds grew as did the lines waiting to get in, this was going to be a long night. Penelope’s white cowboy boots clunked across the hardwood floor, she had heads turning as she walked back to the bar. The tassels on her white vest swayed with each step and her daisy dukes hugged her hips, showing off lean, tanned legs. Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled, cascading down her back. Penny took her place behind the bar, checked to see if anyone needed a drink and got ready for her shift.

A shallow gasp escaped her throat. “Even if I am—it’s no concern of yours.” She retrieved her

Tony pushed himself up on the hospital bed, rubbing a sore hand against the gauze on his stomach. Bucky looked up at him from the corner of the bed and smiled lightly.

Gwen walked outside only to get a face full of the cool, cold breeze gliding across her face. She had on a lightweight, zipped up maroon jacket that still kept her warm despite its thickness. She also was wearing a dark gray - almost black - beanie her dad had got her the Christmas before he joined the army to go fight in Afghanistan. She’d had it since she was 14. Her somewhat medium-length bright, blonde hair went down just a little past the hood of her jacket. Being 17, Gwen hopped into her bright white 2014 Volkswagen Jetta - not the most spacious car in the world, but it got her where she needed to go. She set off to go pick up her best friend, Lauren, to set off on another adventure. The city of Cleveland was pretty busy this morning, yet it was nothing compared to New York City or Tokyo.

“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.

Olivia hummed a tune to herself, while she sketched the beautiful sunset ahead in her notebook, night would soon be falling. She couldn’t wait until they reached the cabin, although it would still be a few days. Colorado, where the cabin was, was far from her home in Florida. Her and Kadijah had been waiting a long time to see each other. They had made plans to go the cabin for a few weeks together. They were traveling from their home in Texas. Olivia was excited to see her cousin again. They were going to have fun. They had to plan out what they would do. Liv began to make a chart of what people said they wanted to do.