Mrs. Wehling: A Fictional Narrative

Character is an imaginative person who plays role in a story. (Kennedy, 1983 in Koesnosoebro, 1988). The role of character is very important. Every story must have its own character, as their function are to play the role in a story. Sometimes, it is easy to interpret how the character is. However, most of the time, it is quite difficult to know about the characteristic of them and readers have to analyses more how the character really is. The characters are not fully revealed at the beginning in order to make the readers curious about them.

Cory rolled his eyes. For the last three days, everyone had been treating him like a delicate vase that would shatter if you breathed too hard. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his knees with his forearms. “Listen here, shrink, it wasn’t an accident, as you put it. I meant to shoot the guy. Plain and simple. He was coming at me, so I raised my gun --” here Cory motioned to the pistol lying on the desk between the two men, “ -- and put him on his back with a bullet between the eyes. There was nothing accidental about it.” Cory leaned back in the armchair, fingers tapping on the armrest.

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.

Bang, Bang, Bang. The gun fires shot. Unfortunately, Mrs. Wehling didn't hear the sound of the gunshots because of the pain of having triplets. Her screams could be heard throughout the hospital in Chicago, Illinois. Mrs. Wehling finally had her three babies. She was unaware that her husband sacrificed himself to save the life of their triplets. She was sitting down on the bed, holding one of her babies, when a nurse came rushing into her bedroom. The nurse informed Mrs. Wehling that her husband shot himself and two other doctors not hours ago. Mrs. Wehling was at first in denial but once the nurse suggested she put down her baby in the crib and come to the horrifying crime scene, she dropped down to the floor weeping at the sight of her husband's

Mrs.Wehling had triplets and well there was a population policy she couldn’t keep all three of her babies so what the dad did he first begged if he could keep his babies and Dr,Hitz said no he couldn’t keep all three of them. Then what Mr.Wehling did was kill himself, Dr.Hitz , and the nurse just so his daughters can have a life.They may not have a father, but at least they have life now because there dad sacrificed himself for his daughters. Mrs.Wehling had no idea that her husband killed himself.

I wanted to say I'm sorry for the Instagram pages and all of the rude stuff that I had said. I realize that it was stupid and ignorant and that I had gone too far as soon as I made the page. Yeah, we had our issues, but that was over until I had brought it up again and dragged you back into it and I'm sorry for that. I admit that the whole idea was out of anger and stupidity and I acted on it instead of just letting it go or even talking to you if it had really bothered me to the point of all of this. I honestly regret ever making the account and ruining your morning, I'm sorry. If this bothers you after, then if you feel comfortable, we can talk, no drama, no pages, no talking behind backs just talk. If not I am okay with that,

I make a turn around the building to see Lisa on the floor looking unconscious. I’m freaking out running as fast as I can. Lisa, Lisa can you hear me? I slid on the ground towards her and check her pulse. 1, 2,3 it beats against my fingers. TODDDDD, CRAIGGGGG Lisa’s bleeding a lot! Oh wait look, the bullet hit her arm. Craig go get the car quickly “on it,” he replies. I slowly lift her up and drag her to the car. Step on the Gas Craig!

lost a lot of blood.” “Oh my gosh, she’s that bad?” ask Pam. “Yes, I’m afraid to tell you that she was sexually assaulted multiple times and badly beaten, looking at her wounds, she’s been out in the woods for days because she’s very dehydrated, whoever did this probably thought she was dead, but when she was brought in to us she still had a pulse.” “So, is she going to make it?” “At this time like I said, she’s very critical, we’re doing everything we can to save her, but we have to just pray.” “I can’t believe this, who would do this.” “Well Maam, if you have any concerns or if you need to ask me any questions ask the nurse to page me.” “Thank you Doctor.” “You’re quite welcome.” The Doctor got up and walked away. After the Doctor walked

"I'm Amy, and this is my husband Calvin. He may look grumpy but he's super sweet." Amy tells us as we walk down a long hall. We come to a door on the left that lead to a living room.

As you know, things are not going as Margot and have played out. I things are little rough. I just got a message from work and they want me to go to Texas for week, May 9th -13th.

I realize that this nightmare was finally over, and relax as my father’s loving arms comb through my hair. He tells me that I didn't just fall over because I was tired, and that Jake shot my leg. I had lost a lot of blood, and have a minor concussion, but everything will be ok.

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Whatsit came to visit because she was blown off course and lost here her way in the hurricane. Inside she eats a tuna fish sandwich and Mrs. Murry took off her her boots. just as Mrs. Whatsit was getting ready to leave she said the there was such a thing as a tesseract. Though Mrs. Murray could hide her feelings before this time she was in so much shock that she turned pale and had to hold onto a chair for support. As Meg watched her she knew that something must be very if her mother

Mrs.Nesbitt drove over today around 5. Miranda couldn't remember the last time she saw her as happy and excited as she was. Even a visit from Mrs.Nesbitt was something different than they've had these days. The electricity is pretty much out all day, so they couldn't watch tv or go online. There wasn't any homework for them to do and no one felt like socializing. Which I think could be good for Miranda. Go to a party or something, teenagers are always up to something. I feel like it's always that one group of stupid immature teens that think the world is ending so they should throw a party. Who know the last time they'll see any of those people. I mean, if the world is ending, why no go out in a bang right? It all ended with the big BANG!

It was 2:17 in the afternoon, and Mrs. Cartwright’s bust just kept bouncing. Mrs. Cartwright was our new teacher for our Health class, due to some complications with our old teacher. No one really knows why Mr. Smith was fired, but rumors say he was some kind of Russian spy and the CIA came to find out what he was. Others say he was selling drugs secretly to other students, but in reality no one really knows the true story as to why Mr. Smith was fired. As Mrs. Cartwright continued to lecture us on the worst topic of the year, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

It was a rainy looking day the five year old boy couldn’t find anything to do. His mother suggested the following video games, coloring, helping in the kitchen, and playing “hide and seek.” None of these activities interested the boy everything was “boring.” It was only 1030 A.M., and the forecast was for all day thunderstorms. Thunder and lightening, as well as torrents of rain, were coming down from dark looking clouds.