Sybil Vane: A Short Story

“No, not at all. Actually, the exact opposite. You said everything right, I think I’m in love with you too.” She exclaimed.

​Lawrence smiled broadly. “I’m glad you did.” He studied her face closely, noticing her brilliant blue eyes. “You look gorgeous. You’re even prettier now than you were then.”

He picked up my hand and kissed it, like a prince. I tried to hide my red face behind my other hand and giggled, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay. We still have a lot to learn about each other, we'll know one another well enough to not make it weird. Anyways, I had a really nice time tonight, cupcake."

I was in a place I was not familiar with, however, I would soon fall in love with. When I stepped off the giant steel contraption, I was greeted with a hot summer’s air. We then got into an old rusty van with the stench of cigarettes. Two hours later we finally reached our destination. Our destination was no resort on an island. Our destination was a small village out in seclusion. We walked around the village meeting the natives. As we was walking, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young lady. I glanced at her feet and noticed the red dirt overtaking the color of her skin. My preacher and I went over to her mud hut and told her about Jesus Christ. As my preacher was speaking, a little girl peaked her head out from her momma’s tattered skirt. I motioned her to approach me and handed her some candy. Her little smooth hands snatched the candy from mine. I welcomed her with a big grin and she returned with the same. Just to see one little girl smile made my entire

“No, no not at all,” I lied “I was just was so happy for you I couldn’t hide the happiness on my face.”

“Alright,” she agreed, her voice dropping to a softer tone. “You know, I never thanked you for that night.”

You sit reclined in the cockroach infested darkness on a bed that is not yours, but you find that actually, it is far comfier than the one that you try to sleep on back home. In your own bed, the rusty springs that dig deep into your ribs serve as a welcome reminder of cold reality as your mind swims in the black waters of blissful agony. Here women scream, children scream but best of all the men scream in a high-pitched symphony of beautifully poised terror.

It had been about ten months since Aileen Mavourneen was introduced to the family. I was never fond of her. She was a dog and since i was a cat, we didn't get along. She always had the attention and Sadie never played with me anymore. The baby was always pulling on the dog's fur, laying on it, playing with it, kissing it. My days are quite a bore now that no one does any of that with me.

She smirked with her pretty eye-smile and replied, "This is why I like you, you know. The only things you say are either with silence or with raw and lovely compliments. But, for real, you're prettier, Reed."

“Trust me when I say this beautiful, there is no competition when it comes to you,” he whispers in my ear making me blush and hug him tight. Sending lovely tingles to go through my body.

It took her a moment to realise that she should be smiling back, seeing as the girl had saved her from a particularly sticky situation. With a huge amount of effort, Coley managed to mouth a mangled thank-you to the extraordinarily gorgeous

"calum!" ashton cut off my ramblings and i bit my lip, "you're really pretty, i mean it." a slight blush crept onto ashton's face, and mine.

Dibby Blackwell is your typical fourteen -year-old middle school girl. This usually means the littlest problem becomes the end of the world. Dibby has long brown hair that is usually in a braid, a forehead dotted with traces of acne, and braces the color of pink cotton candy. About 2 hours of school has passed. At Westwick middle school students always eat lunch with their grade. Later that night there was a seventh-grade dance, so tickets are sold during lunch. Lunch time arrives. Everyone left class early trying to get a good spot in line. Dibby walks to the lunchroom door to see her crush, Mark Angelman standing in line waiting to purchase his ticket to the dance. Mark Angelman is the captain of the bowling team. He has dark chocolate brown hair, olive skin and a smile that could stop traffic. He was beyond dreamy and out of her league at least Dibby thought so.

Critical Events (see Appendix 3): Sybil explains that the most critical events have been when she married her husband Kelly, each time she had her children, and when she graduated from high school and from college. When she earned her social work master’s degree was another important event for her life. She has made it very important that the time she found out she had breast cancer was the most critical event to happen and has resulted in her coming here.