One Day Narrative

“Mandy, your dad and I have something we need to talk to you about.” Being the bright-eyed eight year old I was, I would have never suspected what was going to escape my mom’s lips next.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

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 told you dad I can't " I cried "that's because you closed your eyes Reed " Then with a witty reply I say "no the hand and the brain are not on the same page". And what I am trying to tell him that my left side was useless and there no point. "Let's try this again Reed but this time don't close your eyes". He replied , thinking this is just dumb

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.

We snuck in quietly, and I tensed when I saw Cristy Pines waiting on the counters. She looked like she just got in a fight with a bear with her messy hair and dark stains on her clothes. I wondered what they were and tried to get closer, but then I saw something that made me stop right in the middle of my tracks. Diary, you are probably wondering what it was because I have told you so much already, so I will now explain what I saw and what I did after I saw it.

“HEY MOM HEY DAD! Where did you guys go I was looking for you guys

I said “finally were Home.” Then we brought him inside the house. The reason he came inside was because he was

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.

Suddenly, something tapped your shoulder, causing you to turn around to see Ryan with a note in his hand and a smile on his face.

Donovan had lapsed into silence too, staring out the window. She worried he was concerned about the meeting to come. She reached out and touched his hand. He flashed his eyes at her. She did not read the worry she expected but a boyish humor.

The sequel to Just One Day by Gayle Forman is a novel telling Willem’s side of the one day that changed everything in a matter of hours- meaning that he ran away with a girl he met on a train, spent a day in Paris with her, and never once found out her real name. The next morning, he awakens in a hospital, not knowing who he is or what he did the day before. As his memory comes back from amnesia, everything comes flooding back- the girl, the memories, the idea of being free- But there is one thing he is forgetting- the name of the girl who captivated him, even though the day before, he named the girl Lulu after the actress Louise Brooks. After she is gone, he takes up Shakespeare and acting to mend the broken relationship between them and

To my surprise, he got here early, and when he saw me he stood up and waved. I walk in and he pulls my chair out for me and helps me in. He’s such a gentleman. “Hello, I’m Michael. And you are…?” Michael asks, holding his hand out. I shake his hand. “I’m Brooklyn, but you can call me Brooke.”

I quickly began to spill everything that I had just witnessed. “ Well my dad was hitting my mom, and she was crying and yelling for him to stop.”

My dad heard all of the ruckus so he came in and asked, “What’s going on? What’s all that outside?”