Rhode Island Narrative

“Hello,” the teacher said. The class echoed her monotonously. “I’m Mrs. McEversons. First we’re going to get to know each other.”

Avi, though no longer tense, looked at the girl warily. Obviously, she knew Avi, but Avi struggled to put a name to the girl’s face, though she sounded familiar…and looked

“Good Morning class! Welcome your first day of school. You guys can call me Mrs.Short, you’ll be seeing me every morning for the next three days,” She began, “ Now, i’m sure you guys have many questions, so we’ll just start off with that. Any volunteers?”

"Welcome, to the 200th send off ceremony for our graduating class of 2018!". Mrs Kalani's voice could be heard all over the speakers strategically placed at every corner of the send off hall. "I would like to call up our valedictorian, Valley High's Miss Bishi". I walked over to Mrs Kalani with a huge smile on my face. Of course, I was nervous; a simple test was going to dictate the place I would spend the next four years of my life.

“Don’t be afraid they said. Don’t be afraid,” Annabelle Alfonzo reflected to herself. Annabelle had concealed herself behind an oak that was as big as a skyscraper. The wind whistled around her on this breezy October afternoon. Suddenly, cold, generous tears slide down her plump rosy cheeks. Now, her immense blue eyes were red and puffy from sobbing so much. She felt as if she was just one tiny pebble on a beach full of sand. Yet, she knew that there was nothing she could do to overpower Ella Kingston, her bully. Then, over in the distance, standing by the large brick school stood Ella Kingston. She studied her energetic peers like a hawk. Ella looked like no normal third grader. She was a usual short, slim blonde haired girl. But her face was the thing that made you afraid; that made you turn the other way when she came by. Her head was a rather odd shape. It started off round and full, but as you went lower and lower toward the end of her face, her chin came out into a point as sharp as the end of a

We needed to get ready, put on our dresses and doing our makeup. We all traded dresses, Mckenzie and Isabel pulling on my matching floral dresses; Mac’s was blue with purple flowers, Isabel’s orange with pink flowers. The dresses flowed perfectly on their thin bodies, reminding me of colorful butterflies, twirling around with skirts like wings. I slipped on a soft dress that was the color of the night sky, my hair cascading down my back, and glancing over at Elise looking like an angel in a white

She spent what seemed like an eternity showing me this and that, I spaced out and didn't pay attention at all until she looked down at her clipboard "What was your name again?"

The two girls skipped through the dark, dank forest on a narrow, overgrown path. Both of the girls had long, black hair that had no curl or wave in it; one girl had a ponytail and one had pigtails, with maroon bows tied around them. They had a light tan, as most Asians did, and their skin was very smooth and unscratched. They both wore the same dress, a knee length, maroon dress that had a black sash around their waist. Little maroon boots fit perfectly on their small feet as the stomped through the forest’s mud puddles.

A tall, thin, girl with big brown eyes, freckles, and wavy, dirty blonde hair walked up to me. “Hello, my name is Tori. Welcome to Lincoln middle school. ” Tori said as she reached her hand out to shake mine. I looked at my feet, embarrassed. “I’m Annalise Jones,” I mumbled.

but she thought ‘I didn't expect for it to happen like this….but because of this situation, this face is abidingly mine!’ After then, she visited here and there. As usual, almost people glanced at her. But the type of their eyes is not contempt but charm and fascination.

“I can’t believe this,” Evelyn said in her most irritated tone. Her face crinkled in frustration but the dress she wore was driving me mad. Backless. Long with a slit up her leg. Shimmering pewter grey that almost looked like liquid metal. The metal grey mixed with her orange aura telling me she was very irritated, but it brightened her ash blonde hair and

She tripped and almost fell when a fellow first year student bumped into her, anxious to get into the Great Hall. She cursed under her breath and pushed her brunette hair out of her face. The brunette girl was stuck in stampede of first year students, all of them rushing into the Great Hall to get sorted into their houses.

Brisk footsteps through the hallway led to her locker. Pleated knee-length skirts and letter jackets filled the space. Spray Net laid heavy in the air, along with lingering smoke of cigarettes. Girls smacked Wrigley’s with fire-engine red lips as boys stared into mirrors, slicking back their comb-overs. Flashy posters for the upcoming winter formal scatter the beige walls while paper snowflakes decorated the towering ceiling.

She was a little pale, but it worked well with her long, jet-black hair and dark eyes. She had on a light blue dress, the kind Heidi would’ve worn, along with a white undershirt. There was a small-town prettiness to her much like the waitress at Maybelle’s Diner had and I almost at once felt a kinship to her.

Looking around Alayah didn't know what to feel. She wanted to be home, but also looked forward to something new. She wanted to explore, but she also wanted to go facetime hr friends. The muggy, rainy weather didn't make that decision too hard. Alayah spent the day facetiming her friends, setting up her room, and listening to music. She was quite surprised when her music got interrupted by her mom calling to tell her she had a friend waiting for her downstairs. She was even more surprised when she saw a short, brunette sitting on her couch. ALayah wasn't in complete shock until the girl turned around and Alayah realized who it was. ¨Maddie!¨ Alayah shouted as she hopped off the last step to give the visitor a hug.