One Day Narrative

There was agony in my heart, however, as I felt that his affections for me didn't surpass the desire we had so regularly and eagerly tried to fulfill. Suddenly, I felt that it was necessary to apologize to him for loving him so much.

"I . . . love you, too." The difficulty of saying those words overwhelmed me. I had always seen myself as someone with solid, untouchable emotions. At that moment, though, I was in a fragile, quivering state; and I could not believe I had conjured such a false image of myself.

The first day of 6th grade, I was shaking in fear, disliking everything about it. But after 3rd period, I realized it wasn’t too bad. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was about to get one the bus when someone pushed me out of the way yelling, “Move it fatty!” When I got on the bus and found my assigned seat, I was frozen in fear to see that I was right in front of the kid that pushed me. His name was Luke. Luke was an 8th grader who was notorious for bullying the younger kids for his entertainment. “Looks like we got the fatty in front of us!” He yells to his friends as they crack up. I sit there ignoring them, feeling horrible. Luke leans forward and says, “Did you hear me, big boy?” I keep ignoring him as he continues to verbally

We stay at the beach for a day and have a lot of fun together. Dylann's eyes glow and I've never seen him this happy. The whole day was magical.

I couldn't believe as i entered the room that her body was just laying on the floor with four knives in the back of her neck. To get back to this point let me telling how and why we are currently in this situation. Its was a causal day in the life of Alex who attend Triad math and science academy. One day he left his creative writing class and went to the restroom. While in the restroom he got side tracked and began talking to Jasper who also had the same class. Once they knew it already 10 minutes passed while they were talking.

“Hey,” I said, sitting up and touching her ankle to remind her of the anklet. “We will always be together no matter where we end up.”

After 13 years at a private, Christian school, walking onto campus each morning begins to feel like stepping in front of the camera with a mugshot placard reading, “Queer, Agnostic Socialist. Approach with Caution, Attack on Sight.” I’ve worn the sign proudly, refused to cover it up or put it away and even shoved it in peoples’ faces as a sort of challenge. As a boy twice my size confronts me in the doorway to class, I only turn my rainbow-painted cheek. Homophobic teacher? I’ll write and sign him a letter even after he’s gone. Rude questions about my identity slinging through the halls, and I’ll answer with a challenging smile.

When I transferred over to Avery freshman year, and he stayed at Washington Manor, that was what my mother described as, The Beginning Of the End. Now, besides the occasional run in at the end of the curb when we take out the trash, and his dogs never ending mission to ruin my mother's rose bushes, we barely see each other. This is partially due to the fact that we go to different schools, and the fact that Blue is never home.

We all jump out of our seats, a scream releases from my mouth. I turn to my left and reach out to hug him. I falter, my nerves finally returns. He grabs me and pulls me into a hug. "Congratulations Alina." He whispers.

'Now isn't the time to cry.' He thought to himself angrily. 'There is no reason to cry. You're

“It’s okay, everything will be just fine,” My tears started to dry and a little smile came. Embry hugged me and pulled me to my feet.

We've come to an agreement that will make everyone happy." At this point in time the realization hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut. I wasn't sure if I could handle the four words that were about to come out of her mouth.

“You loved him! Didn’t you?” I can hear in his voice he is holding back tears.

“I wish I could live in this world just one day without being terrified for my life every time I stepped out of my house.” At this point I couldn’t say anything, for fear that the tears brimming in my eyes would spill too. He then

I woke up at eight in the morning, being that it was May and spring was in the air I knew that my day would be perfect. As I leaped out of my warm and comfortable bed to put on my Bullwinkle slippers, my stomach nerves began to tighten. I figured it was just a small bellyache and I would get over it soon. I walked slowly to the bathroom not really realizing that the house was not filled with sunshine as it usually is during these beautiful spring days. As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My