Personal Narrative Fiction

I feel a warm presemce on the back of my neck. I turn and find the guy who came in late. He points to my seat, then himself. I shake my head and turn back. Again, he taps me and motion to my seat and then himself. I once again ignore him and return to my conversation with my brother. Before the guy can disturb me again the bell rings and the class starts to empty. I grab my bag and head towards the door.

"So Seavey how did it go?" She said while staring then taking a sip of tea from her thick and vibrant tumbler before she interrupted my next words, "Oh and honey I do have to apologize for leaving you here I know you might not have wanted me in the room but I did want to stay the sitting area in the front. They have so many nice treats up there but... they called me into work and you know how hard it is for me on weekdays." she continued on and began to ramble which actually made me kind of glad. It gave me a little more time to wrap my head around what just happened in that closed welcoming but also terrifying room with one person that has a degree on getting you to spill your heart and soul into a conversation while they sit there and take notes on your traumatic life and judge every decision you make from the moment you

“Everyone turn in your papers! Your time is up!” My teacher announces in the silent

"Up here." Mr. Lockhart waved a piece of paper in the air as his eyes drifted back to his book, cutting me off. God, he was really rude sometimes.

“Well, I'm sorry but this was a timed test. You need to turn it in now please.” Mrs. William says while leaning on her desk.

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.

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

“Sorry,” I apologize and try to think of a way to get him out of this.

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.

“Who am I? Hmm.” He was silent for a long time. “I guess you may call me the ghost of Captain McBride.”

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.

What a prat he was, pulling faces whilst the rest of us were trying to learn. The boy ought to learn how to show a teacher proper respect, especially my Head of House. I nodded as he mumbled an apology of sorts, shifting my attention to the front once more so I could hear the rest of McGonagall’s instructions. A few rows ahead, Little Miss Teacher’s Pet was doing the same.

“I just hand to get away cause I had to go to a classmates house for a class project!”

The only thing I could see was what I thought was just the inside of my eyelids, completely dark, but then it was like I could see a faint white light that grew brighter and greater. In the distance I could hear a voice of a man, and a woman screaming. It’s like I got the feeling to run to the light where I heard the woman screaming. She seemed in great pain and I wanted to do whatever I could to help her. It felt like either the light was getting closer or I somehow was moving towards it. The light was so bright, yet I was able to see some faint objects. I saw the face of the terrible man that I thought was doing harm to the woman. His face was so blurry, the air was extremely cold as if I were in antarctica, and in an instant I felt pain