Rule In A Short Story

“Lydia, let me get dressed. I will wear the white and golden dress. Can you just wait for me?” asked Elizabeth.

Isabella is wearing a black long sleeve and turtle neck shirt, rested dark pink fleece pants, white tennis shoes with some pink color con the back, she is wearing a tiny pony tail in the top of her silky, faded medium brown hair. Isabella has an Olive skin color; she has big and round dark brown eyes, her nose is little and round like a macadamia, and her lips are thin and very similar to her skin color. She looks like a two feet height girl.

Elisa has hope of a more interesting life. She takes special care in dressing for dinner. She stares at herself naked in the mirror. She pokes her chest out and tightens her stomach. She puts on sexy lingerie and a dress that brings out her beauty. She puts make-up on. By Elisa looking more like a beautiful sexy woman, she is stepping into her femininity.

Who’s the cook in the family? Mia’s dad.

Braeden walked through the door expecting to see Allison...not half dressed Allison. When Braeden walked through the swinging door her eyes landed on Allison, then Erica, then back on Allison, who was standing at the stove frying bacon sleepily, in only a black tshirt and striped underwear. Braeden blushed and immediately spun around so she was looking at Erica instead of inevitably gawking at Allisons radiance.

Victoria was sitting across the room from Elizabeth when she asked her mother to look at a sore that had formed on her left foot. Victoria stated it had come from her being underneath the cover. Elizabeth asked her if she had shown her uncle and told her to put her sock back on without actually looking at it. Victoria looked sad for a moment but quickly moved on and continued to watch TV.

After setting the pie on the kitchen counter, Rachael took a seat at the kitchen table, resting a hand on her protruding pregnant belly. “I ordered you a pizza.” She nodded to the box on the

GLENN, her boyfriend for 2 years, sits at the head of the table, staring at a letter which lays on the wooden surface lifeless. Glenn is dressed in an all black gym outfit, with a black t shirt and basket

She dried herself off, toweling off her hair before wrapping the towel around herself. Grabbing her brush off of her counter, she went to her bedroom to search her closet. It wouldn’t take her long to get dressed; she already knew what she wanted to wear. She had an emerald green dress that cut off at her knees and showed off her figure without giving too much away. She brushed her hair as she pushed back all of her work clothes to reach the small collection of dresses she owned.

Hoping to join a company soon, Elizabeth is currently a freelance dancer. In high school, she performed with Verb Ballet’s Peter Pan, Joffrey’s Nutcracker, and Royal Winnipeg's Nutcracker. Elizabeth has competed several times at Youth American Grand Prix in both classical and contemporary categories and even choreographed her own solo. She also is passionate about teaching children to love ballet and shares love for ballet with her students at Elite Dance Academy in Brunswick. Elizabeth is studying to be a clinical laboratory scientist at Cleveland State University.

She's got the black plastic of a cutting knife handle gripped in her palm. Beige-painted fingernails glisten under the scrutinizing lights of our glazed kitchen; a classy and neutral color, like herself. She's grinning in concentration, a thin upward-curving line shaping her lips.

Elizabeth moves the nightstand into the clothes closet and then scurries to the other side of the bed. She looks up and sees the door beginning to crack. She bends over and struggles to push the queen sized bed in front of the bedroom. She tries to turn the armoire to create a barrier in front of the door but she does not do it in time. Derek breaks through the door and pushes until the bed is moved out of the way enough to allow him access to the bedroom. Elizabeth stands in the corner frightened as she hold her hands to her chest. Derek walks over to her and put his face really close to her.

Slowly opening the door, she stuck her head into the room, it was dim and dusty. Sitting on the bed Charles sat, staring at his feet, not recognizing his mother’s arrival. She sat next to him.

Sonny reached for the plates, and then set them near the stove, to which you dished out servings of the meal. The two of you sat at a simple dining table, bringing the scent of the food with you.

Reema headed straight to the closet, where she dressed into her everyday pajamas. She glanced at herself in the mirror and stared for a long time. It was easy to see what she was thinking by the way she was looking