Personal Narrative Fiction

June picks out a $10 bill for the chicken but can’t find the extra $2.68. Scrambling in her purse, the line behind her fills up.

Scarlett awoke to the sound of her alarm and a pounding at the door, "Turn that blasted thing off!" her aunt Beatrice bellowed from the other side. Groggily, Scarlett sat up and groped around her side table for the alarm clock. She shut it off and sat in place for a few seconds to collect her bearings. Scarlett swayed slightly as she stood from the bed and walked slowly towards her door, noting the fact that her aunt was gone, she headed to the bathroom. Doing routine things like; peeing, brushing her teeth, and combing her hair into two pigtails at the sides of her head. She then headed back to her room and dressed for school in her white tank top and red hoodie. Grabbing her ipod, headphones, and school bag she sat down at the front door

It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else

The fireworks had just ended leaving large smoke clouds in the sky, and the large swarms of people made there way to the front gate. Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to check the time. She clicked the lock button on the side a few times before realizing I had died. She sighed heavily knowing she had probably missed Camila’s good night text. Something they had done every night around the same time for the last 4 years.

I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.

Matt responded, "Don't you remember, we have to get up to Ripping Hill before the eighth graders,if we don't were going to get creamed, don't you remember", Matt asked.Anna got out of bed, walked over to her window, and opened the curtains.At

Morning. Lin awakens on the floor of her new apartment. A cloud of amnesia fogs her memory. Last night feels like a vague dream. Perhaps she drank too much...

“Fine.” Lyla slammed Tacey’s door closed. Tacey didn’t understand what it was like for Lyla at school. All the other kids asked whether Tacey was alright, but not kindly. Just yesterday, a boy had asked whether Tacey had committed suicide yet.

Nick sighed and lifted Calum carrying him across the room towards the mattress on the floor. He sat beside the boy and reached into his pocket pulling out a sliver wrapped package. Calum's eyes widened when he realised it was

Amber started her morning the way she always did. She rolled over in bed to shut off her alarm clock that now shined a red light showing 9:38 a.m. Most would consider this sleeping in, but for Amber it was just another day. She got out of bed, slipped on her slippers and a sweater, and headed out the door to grab her morning coffee from a little shop down the street.

"Take her away she's worthless if you want her have her." my "father" says drunkenly. They take me away as I am kicking and screaming and crying. My heart jumps as I wake up realizing it was a memory. I look around noticing the the hard concrete walls and floors, the smell of mildew and the medal bars, made me realize I am in a cell now. At least I am away from the monster who took me. I heard people coming down so I layed down and closed my eyes listening to there conversation. " Alpha says she's special and she'll help us with the humans and vampires." Man 1 said. " How can she be that special she looks like all of his other fuck toys." Man 2 said.

“It’s ten, mom, where did dad take Jasmine.” says James, starting to have a worried look in his eyes.

When I woke up, Dean's arm was wrapped tightly around me. Dean's breathing was steady, telling me he was asleep. He jerked mindlessly and his breathing sped up rapidly. I could hear his heart pound through his chest and I knew he was having a nightmare. He whispered my name over and over again and his eyes were shut tightly, as if he were in pain.

The dark side of the great empire, New York, is filled with the obscure Mafia . Over the heights, there are city lights so bright, it blinds you to see what's underneath the plastic appearance of New York.

I blinked, and the world slid into focus. My aunt stood beside the bed wearing a big dark sweater and a very serious face. What? That couldn't be. My aunt lived halfway across the world. We'd skyped last night. How could she be here? As these thoughts rushed through my mind, I noticed the room. It was my room, but the furniture wasn't the same. The bed wasn't in the same place. My dollhouse stood in the corner, the dollhouse that we'd got rid of years ago.