Summary Of 'Chil': A Narrative Fiction

She thought that her new look and attitude made everyone like her better. Suddenly Will strutted up to her and pushed her down. “Do you feel guilty for locking me in the closet and stopping me from seeing the sun?” Margot questioned him; almost like a therapist. “Huh?” Will replied with a twisted face. “Usually when people hurt others, they do it out of either resent or guilt, and I don’t see why you would resent me since you were the one locking ME in the closet.” Margot snapped back. All of this anger filled Margot up like a steaming tea-pot about to boil. She took a deep breath and gave Will a moment to reply. She didn’t want to do something she’d regret later. Will started to tremble. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. “Uh uh uh uh… I’m sorry Margot, I’m sorry that I locked you in the closet and then forgot. I feel so bad that I was the one keeping you from seeing the sun, and I'm sorry that I took my guilt and lashed out at you by throwing a book instead of telling you how I really feel. Please, accept my

She knew his words were false, but she basked in the warmth they had provided someone like her. They were the kindest words she had ever heard from any not tied to Mistress Joan’s brothel. Secretly she placed some hoped that Will’s words were told true, but very little. She looked closely at his battered face and began to imagine how he must have looked before this terrible chastisement took place.

“What story would you like to hear today, Chloe” asked Grandma Chica as Chloe walked into the house.

“Hey stop licking me!” A girl with crazy bronze hair says to the wolves that are on top of her. “You guys are so crazy! What am I going to do?” She pushes the wolves off and stands up.

Soto lay down next to her. She could practically see the gears in his turning as he thought of ways to provide food for them.

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

Hamilton planned to confront her, and gain some sort of compensation for the humiliation he felt. Flaunting the letter, he hoped to provoke some expression of shock or embarrassment in her unassuming face. But instead, she had smiled at him. So innocently and in such an unaffected way, that Hamilton could almost distinguish an ounce of sadness in her

The odor of rubbing alcohol stung my nostrils as she soaked a cotton swab with it. New girl wore latex gloves. She ripped open a package and prepared the syringe, her eyes cast downward. “By the way, you said pretty,” she added fixated on what she was doing, her contribution to The Station and to Peace. I had embarrassed her. It showed in her cheeks—a soft dusty rose color. Nope, no black widow there. Only soft perfect skin and burst of color within all the white.

“We will do more than make it work. The three of us will be happy together for all our days. Hopefully more than three of us in the future.”

Standing in front of her full -length mirror turning side to side checking out her outfit, Carmon lets out a long -frustrated sigh. As Carmon changes her outfit for what felt like the hundredth time, Erin her girlfriend comes in and stands in front of Carmon and giggles at her. Carmon turns around with a sharp glare “Why are you laughing at me?” She says with an irritated voice, “You've changed a million times, and a million times you’ve looked beautiful,” Erin says while pushing Carmon's short ombre hair from her face to behind her ear. With a smile Carmon kisses her on the cheek and keeps the outfit on.

The first half of my lifetime took place in Chimbote, which was once the industrial port of Peru. Due to low budgets and no government planning, this resource rich port turned into cesspool of industrial waste. The area of Chimbote in which I was raised, La Caleta, is still underdeveloped and lacks urban infrastructure. Although I was young, I remember seeing the poverty in the rural area around me. Outside of my neighborhood was a pool of waste, and every morning on my way to school I would see children searching through the waste trying to find a meal. The other half of my lifetime took place in Dallas, Georgia. At the time I moved there, the area was still bare and lacked many of the amenities you can find there today. While I was a resident

Spending even a few minutes with my family, it would become clear that my parents are nowhere near considering me anywhere near an adult. The name “chiquitica” haunts me even though I am 5 foot 7 and anytime my dad or brothers see me, I get a “playful” noogie. As for the name Chiquitica, it is not because my dad loves the song from ABBA or the Chiquita banana, although he does really like both. Up until my family moved from Venezuela, everyone who knew me or of me called Chiquitica, which translates to very little one. My guess is I must have been a very small baby, or I’ve always been tall and people called me that ironically. Even though I moved into a different country, I couldn’t seem to shake off my nickname. Sure, it may be a little degrading, but it can’t be compared to how I was treated before I bought my own car. Oh boy was it worse.

When pricey clothing and cosmetics stopped hiding the wrinkles, she obsessed on finding a cure. One day, she believed, she found the answer she had been searching for.

My eyes drifted around the room before settling on the tea, now lukewarm in my hands. Maudie’s nonchalant face came to mind, and her firm, strong voice commanding Jean Louise and I back into the kitchen played in my head. The sudden news of Tom’s death had upset her, but she revealed nothing as such. She said to Jean Louise to stop her shaking and instructed me to control myself. Maudie maintained her composure, and assisted in upholding mine. I wondered how she had done it, but nevertheless I was grateful.

Once they reached Chibita's home, Chibita was about to reach into his pocket and take out the keys to open the door, but Karamatsu was faster and took his hand, holding onto it. Chibita was confused at first when Karamatsu began speaking. He just wanted to get inside his own house quickly, it was starting to get a little chilly outside. He rolled his eyes again when Karamatsu talked about girls fawning over him, but his eyes immediately widened once he heard the other finish his last sentence. What? Did he just say he's in love with me? Did I hear that right? Chibita didn't know what to say, he was caught off guard, and just kept silent. His thoughts were racing endlessly in his head, as he tried to think of an appropriate response.