Sofie: A Fictional Narrative

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their faces in the dirt, or stolen their lunches, she had never spoken a word to anyone. Maybe that was the problem? She cared for the other children even though, they were not as intelligent or self-assured as she was. She didn’t degrade them for this, in fact, she wanted to be like them. Margot hated every part of being different. She wanted to forget the sun that she used to see and be like the children.

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

Moments later I could hear the beating drums, and the electronic music sounding from all the speakers, no movement on stage besides the flickering lights. The crowd fell silent, awaiting the moment for Tyler Joseph (the lead singer) to enter the stage. The lights dimmed, the music stopped, the crowd grew stiff and the world stood still. Then, the sounds abruptly bursted my ears. I immediately remembered the song and sang along to it, even though my raspy voice hurt my throat, it was something to add

I come from a place of proud people and independence; a place of worn church houses and of tear stained Bibles. I come from a place of shackles and chains made of coal that held my people in slavery and subjugation; a place of used needles and broken hearts. I come from Appalachia, and I will be heard. My roots run deep within me connecting me to the mountains where I was born. In my times of trials and tribulations. I look back to my roots and the people who worked so hard to get me to where I am. I find hope In those memories, they give me the strength to persevere and work towards my goals.

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer but Maria was a little under the weather I was waiting to see how it would develop.

I wanted to say I'm sorry for the Instagram pages and all of the rude stuff that I had said. I realize that it was stupid and ignorant and that I had gone too far as soon as I made the page. Yeah, we had our issues, but that was over until I had brought it up again and dragged you back into it and I'm sorry for that. I admit that the whole idea was out of anger and stupidity and I acted on it instead of just letting it go or even talking to you if it had really bothered me to the point of all of this. I honestly regret ever making the account and ruining your morning, I'm sorry. If this bothers you after, then if you feel comfortable, we can talk, no drama, no pages, no talking behind backs just talk. If not I am okay with that,

Over eighteen thousand people, of all ages, gender, shape, and size, had assembled for the sole purpose of listening to one band perform. Almost giddy with anticipation, I turned to look at my friend, ignoring the dizzying drop below, and was ecstatic to see the same level of wonder on her face. Concert had been such a foreign word until now. Lights flared from overhead, coupled with the glow of thousands of flashlights that blinked from the crowd. As the once brightly-lit room suddenly went dim, a deafening wave of screams resounded with enthusiasm. The lead singer crossed the stage trying to build up the already intense fervor that hung palpably in the

Maria was at the lunch table one day. As she was about to eat her brownie the school bully walked up her name was Jawanna. She was the biggest and the meanest girl in the grade and she loved picking on Maria. She walked up to Maria and said “let me have your brownie” even though Maria wanted her to eat it she gave it to jawanna anyway. So when jawanna walked away Maria’s friend Jessica came and told her “If you don’t stand up for yourself she is not going to stop picking on you” so she told Jessica if I feed her enough dessert she’ll have a heart attack and they giggled. The next day jawanna wanted Marias mechanical pencil so she asked and Maria said no and she took it anyway and gave Maria a cheap wooden pencil at the end of class she gave

I knew the groom-to-be, but I didn’t know his fiancé very well. I thought her name was Missy. Missy sounded familiar, so that is the name I put on the card. To Paul and Missy.

A woman in a bright yellow vest was standing at the entrance of the aisle to help direct people to their seats. We walked up to her and she pointed us in the direction of where we needed to go. Once we saw in person where our seats were located, my eagerness was uncontrollable. Our seats were just a couple rows from the stage. I knew right then that this concert was going to be remarkable. Not only was I going to see my favorite band live but Joe's favorite band, Deftones, was opening for Incubus. So, we were both experiencing seeing our favorite bands

She talked for the first time in what felt like ages. It hurt her voice, but she was determined to find out why she was here, so she asked where she was. The man didn’t understand her because she was speaking Italian, but Marie soon realised that and started speaking English. Marie learned English from school and from her mother, who was originally born in the United States. The man said she was at Virginia Beach, but hidden so nobody would find her. Marie was scared, but she had to find a way out. She thought of a plan and hoped it would work, but it was very risky so she was scared, but it was better than just sitting there, waiting to die.

Margot, I apologize for locking you in the closet. I was so mad at you for saying that I was wrong on how I described how I saw the Sun and that the way you remembered seeing the Sun was correct. I didn’t understand why you acted the way you did over the Sun. I am sorry that you didn’t get to see the Sun. It truly was a beautiful site to see. It was as you described. “It’s like a penny," "It’s like a fire,". I thought I remembered what the Sun looked like. I was wrong. When the sun came out I saw the Sun and what it really looked like. Margot, you were right about the Sun and I am sorry for how I treated

Going to a concert is an experience incomparable to any other. Here it is, the moment, every concert goer has been waiting for, the artist coming onto the stage. Hearts begin to race as the music builds each fleeting second before the artist comes out. Smoke fills the dark stage illuminated by the band's tour video playing. Then, in the center of the stage, doors begin to open revealing four singing boys. Crying and screaming

The man that approached her was not only good looking, but he looked like the kind of guy she could never take home. And that made him perfect. His offer to buy her a drink had her smiling brightly as she could see this being the start to an exciting night.