Personal Narrative-Fiction

I went out the place and sat in her car. "Maybe some music will help me consume all of this." Sky clicks the radio on.

I probably just seem like a normal, dumb teenager looking to draw you in with a made up story, just to get a rise. Just to get a few minutes of attention. But my purpose here isn't to make you want to read my story; honestly, I couldn't care less if you stop reading after this point because you think this is all made up stuff. But who the hell would make up something as elaborate as this? Actually, I take that back. A lot of people could fabricate a story like this, probably a better one to be honest. But there's no way I can convince you that I'm telling the truth. I just need to get this story out. So keep reading, or don't. I really don't care.

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us.

Phyllis, looking for another beer moves closer to the target, slowly taping William on the shoulder. Exploiting a special smile, a little cleavage, and the stage is set, tilting the odds skyrocketing in her favor, all part of a routine designed to render her prey helpless. Once the Black Widow catches his attention he reacts as planned, slurring over his Scotch.

“Katherine will come around, she’s just embarrassed.” Irwin was leading Angela down into the downward sloping tunnels. She had to lean backwards as she walked to keep herself from falling forward.

It was August and I went to the pet store to get a new dog. My previous dog ran away and I never saw him again. I knew this was going to be the dog because it was my third dog now so I know exactly how to train them. I showed the nice lady which one I wanted and she got me it. It was a really little chiwowa. I named him Paco because it rhymes with taco.

“Although I tried,” Ed said as he picked up the empty box. “I never learned how to use the thing myself.” “ I would try from time to time, but I finally just gave up, and put in this old box year’s ago.” “I would like for you to take it with you on your journey, who knows, maybe it will work for you.”

Stomping up the stairs Nia yells, “ You’re not the boss of me!” And slams her bedroom door shut. Heavily breathing Nia grasped for air. Trying to control her breathing, she places her hand on her chest. Tears ride down her face quickly like a river flow. Not knowing how to stop Nia constantly wipes her face.

“We'll keep it casual. I'll just drop by the coffee shop a couple of times a week for a visit.”

How did she lose every glimpse of hope in their life? What made her throw in the towel and decide life was too much? When did a drug become more important than us? Did we ask to be brought into this world? These questions were running rampant through my mind, like a stampede of buffalo moving across the plains. I bet she’d have a reason to binge, if I asked her these questions. Our mom left us again this morning to go find food. I know what that really means, but the truth was too painful to fathom at this moment. I needed to get my sister of this filthy sidewalk and find a more discrete home for the night. “Lily, let’s get out of here little one.” She sluggishly rose up with a sad look in her eyes. The poor girl is only four, she’s too young and too tired, but it’s all she knows. She grabbed my hand tightly and we headed out on our aimless walk down the littered streets.

Jade was sitting in the empty dark basement with her friends. Luke, Chelsey and June, they have been friends since the 3rd grade . It was late summer and it was too hot outside to do anything. No one could deny that they were bored out there mind. They were basically just staring at each other. “Well this has been nice...but this is extremely bored.” Chelsey groaned. Jade rolled her eyes. “Then what should we do?” Luke asked, obviously getting more bored. Jade thought about it for a second. “What about a board game?” She questioned. “Ummm.no ofence but bored games are boring hint the name BORD games” Then a dark smile graced upon her lips. “Fine, I know exactly what we could do” The she stood up from her 4 year old bing bag chair. “I’ll go get it”. Then she skipped up

Punka gently took the rat's gift to them, holding the precious candle in their hand instead of shuffling it directly into a pocket. Somehow, the texture felt nice. They just wanted to hold onto it and roll it around in their palm. /How cute!/ they thought. Not as many people were as privledged as them as to recieve gifts from rats. Star was a very special rat, no less. And although they had never seen the full extent of how much magic the rat held, they did know that a rat with any amount of magic was no ordinary rat. /Oh man, I should've brought Clementine along. She would've loved to play with Star,/ they thought. Clementine had asked them to come with, and there wouldn't have really been any trouble in it, but Punka wasn't sure of bringing a human to a witch's meeting. They'd actually felt kinda bad to say no, but would reconsiter for the next one.