Mr. Howell: A Fictional Narrative

As I was reading “Out Of My Mind” it occured to me i never thought of what if would be like to be like Melody, I never though about how hard it is for her. “Out Of My Mind” made me think about something that I wouldn’t even think about even for a second. It drew me in and made me feel different emotions, as I was reading the books it made me feel more and more that I am so blessed to be the way I am.

Realism can be defined as view in which the author tries to depict life as truthfully and accurately as possible. The use of realistic or lifelike settings described by the author or narrated by a character, add a layer of realism to the story, even if the story itself is fictitious. The characters themselves are often portrayed as believable as possible, to the point that the character being described could actually exist; they are often depicted as very average people, void of extreme wealth, influence, or astounding abilities. The reason characters and settings are often

“Mom, just relax. Everything is okay; it isn’t what it seems. I’ll explain from the very beginning.”

As high school freshmen, most kids do not get very excited about walking into their College Preparatory Biology class, but I sure did! Everyday I looked forward to Mrs. Wilson's 3rd period biology lesson because she never disappointed. Mrs. Wilson was a special kind of teacher, she was the type to turn boring lectures into a captivating learning tale and had the gift of making tests enjoyable with her creative illustrations. Yes, you read that right, I enjoyed her tests. One day, Mrs. Wilson presented us with a demanding project; “Okay class, I am challenging you to create the BEST “Bunnimoose.” she announced. As we sat there with puzzled faces, she went further into explanation.

My eyes abruptly widened after taking a nap. I frantically looked around my bed for my .

He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.

There are few teachers who are as caring and kindhearted as Mr. John Cox. Mr. Cox is a special education teacher here at Potosi High School and it is safe to say that I have known him for most of my life. I have never had Mr. Cox as one of my teachers personally, but he taught my oldest brother, Floyd, from 3rd grade until he graduated his senior year. Floyd is pretty unique. He has been blind since birth and has developmental delays, meaning that he needs patient, understanding teachers. Mr. Cox is definitely one of those teachers. My family was quite close with Mr. Cox because Floyd (and the rest of our family) loved and appreciated him. I remember several times when I was young, when Christmas rolled around, Mr. Cox would send a gift home

You walk onto the campus, searching for most likely the tallest guy there. Then you spot him walking towards a big building on the left. You run over, "Bobby!" You yell, he sees you coming and a smile spreads across his face.

This graphic novel adaptation of WWI made my history teacher's day. I brought it to school because it's one of my all-time faves. Who wouldn't like a history-packed comic book featuring European countries represented as animals with hats? From the assassination of the Archduke to Germany's surrender, the complete story of the war to end all wars takes center stage in probably my favorite history book ever.

Dan Howell was often considered the life of the party ever since freshman year. Some people found it charming the way that he would dress, talk and party, others found it distasteful and wild. That didn't matter though, all that mattered to him at the moment was the party that he was at and the drink in his hand. Luckily they had plenty of Dan's favorite drink, willing him to stay at the party longer even when it started to fade out. Right when Dan was about to walk out, his cup in hand someone pulled him back in to play seven minutes in heaven. Not a bad group of people, he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the group of people who were playing. Dan was impressed when he saw Phil Lester sitting right across from him with a smug expression

at her for sleeping with Powell. She was yelling back that she wasn’t sleeping with anybody and that you were drunk.” Orson paused and his smile faded. “But what I hated most about it was that despite all the yelling, I sensed that there was still a lot of love between you two.” He nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I hated the most.”

Mr. Miller, my seventh grade homeroom teacher, “strongly encouraged” us to bring treats to class every Friday. He led us to believe that sharing cheap, processed foods laced with exorbitant amounts of refined sugar and saturated fats was the way to make friends. It was, however, quite obvious to a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds that Miller was more concerned with maintaining his lifelong friendship with Little Debbie than he was with helping us get to know one another. A man whose license plate read “Ursa Major,” was more than just a fan of bears—he seemed to be the “Great Bear” himself. Standing about 6’2”, probably weighing in at more than 300 pounds, with a short, yet scruffy brown beard and long pointed snout, this lazy beast

I'm unable to explain this to many people. I don't exactly know how to explain it myself, but I at least have the simple courage to say it to you in a text. This may seem stupid. This may seem pitiful. This may seem silly. And many of you can't even or won't begin to understand this. Some of you may know, youtubers and radio hosts, Dan Howell and Phil Lester. I am incredibly, overbearingly in love with them. I know, I'm too young, they'll never notice me, I'm just another one of those fangirls. I get it. But I'm not exactly sure you do.

Preston Henry had achieved more in the five minutes with the raven-haired girl than he had in an hour and a half at Bottoms Up with the bimbo, Candy, and the pleased expression was genuine as he waved his goodbyes, and stroke in the direction of his dorm room. An invitation to the party, and furtherance of his relationship with the gorgeous Sofia, the conversation could not have gone much better.

“Yes, there is absolutely nothing down here, but a ton of rocks, now pull me back up, please!”