Personal Narrative: Fiction Outing

explaining that the party was supposed to be a surprise and it got out of hand while they

Last night was all a blur. It was definitely one of the most memorable night of my life. Everyone was all done up in expensive and ornate clothing. I felt so plain in my simple party dress. I silently drifted through the crowd choosing to observe the crowd rather than joining in on their festivities. After all, the only way I was able to obtain an invitation was through work. You see, my boss wanted me to write an article on Gatsby’s party. I was refused at first but my boss knows some things about me that I do not under any circumstances want exposed.

It was about 9 o’clock when I left my house for Carnival. When I arrived, there were people already drinking, dancing

I’m grading papers right now and then at about 9 I’m heading to Palmer for a beer and to watch the Eternal Cowboys with a guy from work. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Eternal Cowboys, I don’t know that everyone would like their Punk/ Folk /Country, but I do. Obviously, I would have blown my friend off (and he would have understood) had I been able to see you, but please don’t feel guilty I appreciate the effort. As for tomorrow night, I’m not sure if you and Caitlin have plans, but please feel free to use the Rustic Goat reservation at 7. I don’t

“ Come on! You know you bike every Monday right? Remember I have a meeting every Monday and Friday.” Samuel said.

We then walked round and started making friends. The other patrons were a mixture of a few in the corner who seemed more stuck up and as though they were looking down their noses and us and the people in the middle of the dance floor who didn’t have a care in the world and were thoroughly enjoying a good old boogie to some 'RnB '. Overall, the venue itself looked rather tired and

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.

Typical Saturday nights in Jackson, Mississippi begin with a text saying something along the lines of “______ is having a party” or even just a dropped pin with a time. The night of February 23, 2016 was not the ordinary Saturday night for a majority of Northeast Jackson high school students. Around four o'clock Saturday afternoon, Gracie receives a text via GroupMe that there is a party at eight o'clock at Grayson’s in Raymond. As always, Daniel assembles the carpool, and Mason volunteers to be the designated driver. Daniel and Mason went out to buy the alcohol for the group, and Margaret and Gracie request Barefoot Moscato, Michelob Ultra, and Smirnoff. Margaret and Gracie contribute the Sprite, cranberry juice, bottled water, and crackers.

The party was going great everyone was having a blast! Everyone showed up it was turning out to be the best party of the year. People showed up that we didn’t even invite, so they got charged at the door to cover the cost of the party. As the night went on and it was getting late people were starting to leave, we started to wind down and clean up a little (as well as

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.

Whoever said the early bird catches the worm deserved to be shot. Genevieve pulled the blankets higher over her head after slapping her blaring alarm off. For the time being anyway. Give it 15 minutes and it would be going off again, simply because she knew one alarm would just not cut it. Maybe she could attempt to sleep through the second alarm. Or maybe it was the third? Oh well. Genevieve dozed off again, zoning back into consciousness a full half hour after what was actually her fourth alarm and she kind of panicked for a few seconds before remembering: no school.

“Debbie, how many times do I have to tell you not to hang out with those people it just makes us look poor and plain out disgusting!” her mother said as Debbie slung open the front door and began to run upstairs. “I don’t care what you say; they are and always will be my friends sorry they don’t mean your standards!” She exclaimed sarcastically from the top of the twisting stairwell. I hate this lifestyle; I don’t want to be just another executive’s kid who shuns everyone else just because they don’t live like me. She whispered lying on her bed. “Go away!” she yelled as she heard her dad violently knock on the door. So much for having privacy she thought as he slung the door open. “Why do you constantly go against what we say?” Her father asked

Pa died that night. I can’t remember what time, all I know is that it was past Jessica’s bed time. I stopped crying around sunrise because I knew she would be getting up soon. I walked away from Pa’s cot and started a fire in the wood stove, and began making Jess her breakfast. I got out the good stuff, bacon and eggs and toast, I thought the occasion warranted it. We had more rations than we needed anyway.

“Chick come on tell us!” Mondo yelled at the blonde haired blackmailer as she stood under a tree as the other students ran laps on the track. The baseball star also yelled at her.

Ari slammed the math worksheet onto her desk where she write her name full name, Arielle Queen, at the top. This piece of paper was the only way that she could openly prove that she was just as good or maybe even better than Carter.