Persuasive Narrative Script

“Of course they’re not alright you dolt. Why do you think they’re crying? They probably don’t want some nosy neighbor butting in on their buisness” He hears the crying stop. “Umm I mean. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He shoves his face into his pillow. He hears a shaky voice from the other side of the wall. “Who are you?” says a voice Charlie would guess is male. He lifts his head up. “I’m your new neighbor the names Charlie, but I usuallyy go by Char.” The voice from the other side of the wall seemed to brighten. “Like from the book Ella Enchanted?” Char smiled. “Yeah. Hey, you know your the first one to get that?” There were a few moments of silence. “Really? Thats my favorite book. My mom always made fun of me because i was constantly rereading it. It just gave me hope that someday I could find a prince like that.” His voice cracked and I could hear him start to cry again. “Please don’t cry. Just tell me whats wrong and i’ll try to

“Let it go boy,” my father chuckled loudly. “You had stopped my wife’s heart as soon as you mentioned those silk pajamas and started it up again by saying poolside, swimwear and stocked bar. She has the look of having a dry martini in hand and looking through sunglasses wearing a wide brimmed hat like a glamorous movie star. I see the look of concern in your eyes. We won’t take long talking to our neighbors so we can get on the

Dad, I need to talk to you, announced Shameka. Honey, I’m really busy right now. Can it wait?” “Actually, Dad, it’s already waited for 13 years. I think we are way overdue for this conversation.” “Wait a minute,” responded Dad. “I really don’t like being talked to like that. What’s your problem?” “My problem is that I’m not getting any support from you and Mom,” Shameka yelled as she walked across the room and prepared to slam the door. “STOP RIGHT THERE, young lady. You will not talk to me that way and you will not walk away.” Dad paused and then calmly asked “Please, will you tell me what’s bothering you? Obviously, there’s something rather important. What do you mean that we don’t support you” “OK, Dad, I’m sorry,” apologized Shameka? It’s

"Em..." he pants. "Em, what is up with you? Why did you leave?" I don't say anything and look down at my shoes, noting that I was crying. "Emilie Nielsen, answer me. This isn't like you, Kultaseni." He cups my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Blue-gray eyes meet blue-green, and I break. "Because I didn't want you to hate me! I didn't want to ruin your career here in Boston by distracting you. I talked to Farrell and my contract ends Monday. Let me go, Rask. Its best for both of us." I try to push past him, but he holds me back. "Stop lying to me. You and I both know you can't possibly be a distraction because A: I love you and B: we're both always traveling. What's the real reason?" Sighing in defeat, I mumble"... Jag väntar." He sighs in exasperation. "You know I don't speak Swedish." "I'm expecting!" I blurt out. Tuukka's eyes widen. "Y-you don't mean expecting as in-" he stops when he sees the look on my face and takes a step back. "Voi hyvä jumala... You're... When?" I take a shaky breath and manage to wheeze out an answer. "Your birthday. I found out a couple days ago." Tuukka pulls me to his chest and laughs. "And you think I hate you for this?" I look up, extremely confused and look him in the eyes. "But-" "Never doubt my feelings for you. Rakastan sinua, Emilie and I always will." He then leans down and kisses me. I pull away first, placing my forehead against his. "Jag älskar dig." Tuukka kisses the top of my

I’m just a volunteer and I not sure what to look for.” I sighted and just agreed. Ok I’ll wait. Man, at this rate, I’ll never get caught up with my school work. I guess I can’t blame them, is not their fault I am behind with my work. I thought to myself. While I was waiting, my wife was calling me on the phone. I really was thinking not answer the call, but she would just keep calling. Hello. “Did you pick that up?” I’m on my way right now. “That was an hour ago, and Tristan wants you to take him to practice tonight” What! I can’t, I have work to do. Why can’t you take him?” “Sir, my supervisor is back, do you want to talk to her?” Yes, thank you I told the young girl. I have to call you back. Wow! She keeps putting more wood in the fire! She can’t see the pressure I’m under and the importance of this paper. “Hi, I am checking on the status on a missing report for two lost German Shepherds, could you check to see if they are here?” “I’m sorry, but we do not have any German Shepherds here.” “Can I just check, just to get this off my mind? Sure, you are welcome to look around”. “Thank You” I said to

“Yes, it is my eleventh day here and I am still getting used to it.”, “I’m sorry you had to leave your family.” I felt bad for him. “It is ok, hopefully I will see my family again.” He answered. “I have to return home soon, I will pray you see your family again.” I say, seeing that it was about to rain and I needed to get the food and return home. “I wish you stay and talk longer, but I can see it is about to rain. It was nice meeting you… I am sorry, what is your name?”, he asked. “Olla”, I answered, “I am Ishmael, but most people call me Ish. It was nice meeting you Olla, you are the first person, other than my fellow soldiers I have talked to and actually enjoyed.” I laugh a little and before I can say thank you, I say, “Hopefully I will see you again.” “I would like to, I feel comfortable with you.”, he responds. “What does that mean?”, I wonder. “It means you are easy to talk to.”, he answered, apparently, I said that out loud. “Sorry, I don’t know much English. What I do know, I learned from listening to the radio”, I say embarrassed. “It is ok, I don’t know much Italian. Maybe you could teach me your language and I’ll teach you mine.”, he suggested. His eyes lit up when he said that, and I am sure mine did to. “Mi piacerebbe molto.”, I respond. His eyes squint as if trying to figure out what I said. His eyes relax and he smiles. “where can we meet?”, he asked. I am looking around and I spot a bench facing the coast. “There” I point.

“Savannah to the Principal’s office please,” the teacher called. Confusion immediately swept over me. I make my way towards the office with many ideas of what could be happening frantically spinning in my head. I open the door to the office to see my stepmother sitting in the chair her face looking pained as she spoke to me, “Your dad’s leaving today,” and my heart sank deep into my chest.

Start! Or not? Okay, try number 2. Start, again. And once more met with failure. Third time is supposed to be the charm, right? Maybe this time I’ll be able to get further than 2 sentences in before running out of things to say. Okay, and start. If only I could be so lucky. Maybe this isn’t the right topic, I should try changing it and see if I have more success writing about that. But yet again, it’s the same process, start, restart, run out of of ideas before the true writing has even begun. The same, “This topic isn’t good enough,” thoughts run through my head. I’ll change the topic another five, ten, or even fifteen, potentially more, times before finally giving up and hope I can spread out what I have enough to achieve the goal.

So you were born here and then at 1 years old your parents moved to that tiny town in the middle of nowhere to get rid of all the people.” Alexia snapped, “What.” Grandma continued, “ When they moved we had a deal that when you turned 15 that they would move back so I could start teaching you how to take control over our business after I step off the set. So when they died in the crash I sent these two up there because I knew them really good and they always wanted to have kids. So I told them when you're turned 15 they would bring you up here and I would tell you everything.” Alexia groan, “So let me see here I am 15 and suppose to take over some family business that I don’t even know what I have to do. Then why haven’t I been told anything about it and why I have never seen you guys in my life?” Grandma said, “ Yes and here let me tell you our family business and why everyone at school wants to be your friend.” Alexia sighed, “ Okay let's hear it.” Grandma started, “ Okay so you know how there are royals here and how you saw your full name on that royals book. Well you are suppose to be the new Princess.” Alexia gasped, “ What and how is this possible.” Grandma said, “ Well you see your parents moved away so you can have a normal life before you turned 15, but they died and could not tell you so I am doing that for them and now you can get to know me.” Alexia said, “ Okay then when do I start because I always wondered why mom and dad kept me in private schools and always watch me close outside.” Grandma recalled, “ Well your training will start tomorrow right after school and don’t tell anyone at school if they

They had both been working on dinner together. "What's the point? That's more of Aki and Mitsuru's thing then mine." He says and continues to stir the pot of curry in front of him. Minako looks down. "But I would like having you there, senpai. We could meet up in the halls in between classes, skip a few every now and then to hang out with each other. Wouldn't it be fun?" He can see the happiness in her face and doesn't want to disappoint her. "Yeah I guess it could be fun." He says. "But still, I don't even know if they'd let me back in. I'm not exactly a straight A student." Minako smiles to him. "You don't know until you try!" She waves the knife that's in her hand at him as she speaks. "Jeez! Careful with that. I swear Minako." He sighs as she just smiles up at him. "You trying to get me killed?" She laughs and smiles. "Of course not senpai!" He shakes his head. "You're going to get yourself killed if you keep up stunts like

“Urgh” I groaned still a bit tired “what do you want” I said through gritted teeth wishing I could just wallow in self-pity. “Are you Miss Santafye I’m here to talk about your parents will?” he said looking professional. I let him in the house “… here is their will now I’ve told you all the conditions for this situation please come to me in a weeks’ time to finalize the will” he walked himself out while I don’t move the only words my eyes are stuck on are “we leave you everything” burnt in my

“Chi Chi, what are you planning to do tomorrow? Will you be gone during the daytime with Mom and Dad?” she asked, rolling onto her side to face me. “I’m not quite sure. I think Auntie will be taking me, Dad, Lynette, and Mom to the city for lunch tomorrow.” I replied. Her voice suddenly dropped and she slowly spoke. “Let me tell you something about your Auntie.” Her voice quivered with annoyance. “Your Auntie is a bad person. She’s lied and stolen from me over the past few years.” I wiggled uncomfortably on the mattress. What was she saying? Everything that Auntie has done to my family- driving our family places, taking us to expensive restaurants, treating me and Lynette to manicures- what was she talking about?

“ Hey Dad”, Karsyn yelled from her room that was two up from her dad. Her dad rushed to her room thinking something was wrong, because well karsyn never used the right tone. “What’s wrong”, her dad said, still being half asleep. “ Nothing, I know it’s late, but...um… can we talk?” said karsyn after assuring her dad that she was really fine and trying not to awake maddi and aliyah laying in the other bed. “Um, yes dear, but let’s go to my room so we don’t disturb your sisters, we all know that they need their sleep”, her dad whispered trying not to

sweet elderly voice, I began to calm down. You could not be angry when talking to Miss Ava; she was a woman in her late thirties with beautiful golden brown ringlets that sat on her naturally tanned shoulders, she was one of those women -who appear fifteen years younger than their natural age ...but you could see the age in her stone brown eyes that showed she’d seen more than her fair share of the world already, whether good or bad she would never let on. I respected her, even cared for her as if she was an older cousin with whom I’d lost contact with only to reunite with after years with an even stronger bond. I looked at her and felt the tears swells in my eyes...Just another person I’d have to leave behind. “Oh goodness, darling I’ve talked to the principal. Don’t worry my dear you're in no trouble at all, we both know todays much different than you're used to and we understand you may be

It has been one year since my aunt has died.My cousin still misses his mom and my uncle couldn’t be more lonely at home.’’Hey Aleksei when can you come over?’’said Ethan.’’I told you already i’m in school again.My summer is finished,maybe I can visit you on October break?’’I said.”Fine with me.But I have to see you here okay’’he said “Okay’’I said.