Sarway's Day: A Fictional Narrative

To start off a normal day after school on a monday is actually quite calm, until tuesday hits. After class ends I rush over to VAMF( Basically a geek club at our school) for I happen to be the president of our club. Shortly after I rush home to quickly eat food so I can go to my next destination, scouts.

I woke up, it was Monday the first day of school at Cupertino Middle School. I got up and took in the eye shattering light from the Sun's burning rays, and got ready for middle school being careful to make every little detail perfect like my hair, shirt, and of course school supplies.

afternoon and announced to my mom that I was thinking about skipping school the next day

I was not going to go even if I was late cause I do not need a detention. That will waste my friday night plans. I stayed home and slept the day away. All I knew was eat sleep. Eat and sleep again. I was not able to see my friends from school. I guess I’ll see them tomorrow for basketball practice. After basketball practice, straight fun afterwards. I slept until the next day…

I groaned, “ I really, really do not want to got to school, mom.” I fell back against my headboard and sighed. I hate Monday’s. Especially, when you're loud, annoying brother, is going to the same school as you. Also, when your mom is waking you up only thirty

It was Rowdy and my first day In Reardan.This would probably be the only day where I am actually happy to go to school. I did my morning regular and dad luckily drove me to school and on the way picked up me and Rowdy. I hope this day goes as well as it

“Hey what's going on down here,” dad shouts in confusion.“You guys need to quiet down. It's 4AM and you need to get some sleep.”

The first thing that came up was a girl asking Alexa what the weather is like in Austin and right when Alexa was about to answer, she coughed and was silent, showing that she lost her voice. That right there, makes viewers become interested and curious of what will happen next. Some might be thinking "Wait, Alexa lost her voice? What's going on??" or "What

I am the days of the week that I don’t go to school. If you are this day of the week, please

Sam was walking home from the Morrisville Market with a full bag of groceries. The sun was hot and no clouds were in sight. He smelled the fresh bread being baked in the shops. He felt like nothing could go wrong, and oh how wrong he was about that. The sidewalk was cracked right in front of Lana’s Diner glowed an odd red light. “What the……AHHHHHH!” When a garbage truck pulled up the garbage man found Sam lying face down on the sidewalk with a \

Today was a pretty boring day all in all. The teachers are finishing grading reports and filing papers. In most of my classes the teachers told us to keep it down so that they could chat among themselves. Whatever it was they had been talking about

How come you ain’t in school today? Had to go to the clinic and get my gramma some medicine. So? The day ain’t over. You can still go.

Monday, I was gonna try to study today no games no getting distracted by Tv or music. Guess what didn't happen? If that was any studying or homework then yep! My started with my trip back to Red Deer with tons of leftovers and stuffing. I listened to a ton of Lana Del Rey on my iphone on the Greyhound home. Her music right now just works with my mood just so perfectly. Her music as well as her are both American, in this case I would say this music is better than Canadian music because I have never found a Canadian artist who sings like her. I really need to study, I’m gonna be so overwhelmed tomorrow. At least I stared at a piece of paper for 30min and thought about how much I hate assignments, progress! Well I finished season two of Chicago

There are over seven billion people in the world. Seven billion pairs of eyes with a story behind them, waiting to be told. This number, however, is comprised only of the Earth’s current population. If one were to take into account all life throughout history, since the dawn of time, this number would grow dramatically. Some of these stories may seem simple, and others may seem almost too outlandish to believe. Whatever the story may be, however, there is a lesson to be learned in each one. Of course, one cannot possibly hope to study every life. In order to attain the most knowledge, I believe one must search for the common factor that abides in all stories. Whether they realize it or not, there is one thing that the story of the Norwegian girl from the twenty-first century and the Chinese boy from the fifth century have in common: The Author.

Me: what do u mean why were you late last night? Mom, I am 19 years old. Please take a chill.