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.

Absorbing the information, Casey felt it didn’t quite fit. “I thought everyone suspected Thomas was the unknown victim on the landing.”

There was still the option that Lacey hired someone to kill Sean. Would their spirit want to remain here to avenge their death?

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.

I didn’t sleep at all last night, even after Felix returned to bed. My new senses and abilities wouldn’t let me. There’s danger everywhere in this place but there’s something else that’s making my senses go crazy and I think I have some idea of what it is. The nuclear bomb. It’s making my senses go crazy. Everything yells danger at me and to run. I know it’s going to blow up soon and that makes me a might bit grumpy. So when Jensen pulled me to the side in the morning, I was not the mood to be lectured, not that he has the right in the beginning.

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

You were walking down the street, hoodie over your head. You quickly looked at everyone on the street, picking out one. You walked to a random girl and told her to follow you, that there was something important. She quickly nodded, following you to a dark, creepy alleyway. You pulled out you're knife and smiled, looking at it. Your gloved hand slipped over her mouth, as you stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. You grinned at her pain. You left her on the floor, to die and rot painfully. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, greenish guy.

I laid back in my hospital bed as my stomach began to growl. I politely called the nurse.

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. It made me feel as bad as Prompto, I didn’t realize I was that jumpy.

John decides it’s time to hit the hay. He ties up his horse up to a nearby tree and John himself climbs into his buggy and wraps himself in his blanket. Right at the crack of the sun John begins to rise his eyes and prepare himself for another day on the open field.

Shelby gripped the balloon handles even tighter. “Actually, I think we were supposed to think too.”

As they walk into class everybody turns, and stares at them. “What are you little bitches looking at?“ My teacher starts saying “Anna I will not toler-” “Oh shut up. You can’t seem to tolerate anything.” I reply. “Later losers, I decided I don’t feel up to learning from a dumb ass” I add. “Anna Seriously don’t act like this.” Alice says. “Well how would you like me to act then, since you’re just the boss of everybody.” “OMG!!!! Then just leave, I don’t flipping care what you do with yourself anymore” She yells at me. Just as I start to say something rude and profound back at her, the superintendent speaks through the microphone. “Anna, please come down to my office” “Later Alice” I say

“Okay,” Ethan said, three minutes later. “I’ve got the address. 820 Swan Street we should be there in a few more minutes. “So, I guess you were right Howie. It really was this Hellhound-werewolf thing.”

I slipped the note into Logan’s locker and walked off. He’s never going to find out that it’s me. He’s way too oblivious, I thought to myself as I walked into 7th hour.

“Remember to watch your sister!” Mom called out as she headed off to the clothes department.