What My Name Means: The Miserable Life of Abner Bright Essay

“Good,” was the girl’s reply. They walked out of his house and climbed his his run down car. The paint was chipped, and it needed new tires, but he adored it. They had decided to go get frozen yogurt, as a cool treat on a hot summer day. The frozen yogurt shop was packed to the brim with sweaty, smiling faces, in for their favorite flavor. As he sat down next to Paige on the curb with his slightly melted dessert, he thought about all the hard times he had just been

The rest of the day passed by, Jayde showed her around and sat with her at lunch. So her worries of a disgusting bathroom disease or being a loner had been for nothing. Jayde, wow, she seemed so quiet but once she started talking she never shut up. She was so bubbly and unbelievably sweet, happy and carefree. It was hard not to be dragged into Jaydes mood, she was like a mirror, and she reflected everything she felt onto you.

It was just for one night, thought she as she closed the window. The wind is howling and the rain is conducting a symphony of drums against the glass. She turns around and starts walking across the room, the white carpet is soft underneath her bare feet, as she walks to her chair, fixing up her mess of long, beautiful black hair into a messy bun. She has the hair of a Disney princess and the school thought she's one of the most beautiful girls in the entire class, with eyes of ice and a heart of gold. Underneath the mountain of clothes she has yet to put away she finds a towel and hands it to Roman. He takes it from her, their hands lightly touch and he flashes that million dollar, white as snow smile. His dad must be drinking again. Why else

It was my first day on the job with Lyric. I was moderately eager to meet him. When I first encounter new clients, I do not know what to expect. I became accustomed to walking into people’s homes blindfolded without expectations. I knocked before I entered Lyrics home at 8PM that Friday evening. I was greeted by the CNA that I was releasing off of her shift. I quickly noticed that the room’s atmosphere radiated an aura of coffee. The smell was quite pleasant and homey. I could distinguish the scent of the coffee beans mixed with vanilla. The CNA stood in front of me as she informed me that Lyric had a great day. I put on my warming smile as I introduced myself to Lyric. He smiled at me and told me hello. After the other CNA left, I provided Lyric with my company and began to get to know him better. Lyric lived in a two-bedroom, two-bathroom suite. The sight of his room was pretty welcoming. The beige curtains matched up well with the brown carpet of the apartment. I ran my hands along the silk curtains as I closed them. The curtains felt so soft and delicate as if they were made from the same material of my silk black gown in my room closet. I sat down on the chair next to Lyric’s recliner that he was sitting in. I watched him as he thought out loud about schedule for the next

I start to think through the whole night, struggling to detangle a story, even a sentence, from my racing memories. Every moment under the stars that seemed so perfect at the time, even that faint trash smell, was a clue I needed to unravel. But all I can see is her face; all I can hear is her laugh.

Crumpled newspapers scattered the table like the bones of dead bodies after war. Windows wiped down of memories huddled between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A whisper of wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering it's songs of misery throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness to fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. My feet dragged along the stone floor like the walking of the undead. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

Anna walked into the church. Her dark brown hair fell down her back in soft waves reaching her waist and she wore light, beige tones on her already pale face; the only eye makeup she wore was some mascara around her hazel eyes. She wore black flats, black slacks, and a red blouse, Melody would have wanted that. She always talked about death so lightly and always said that she didn’t want people to wear all black to her funeral because black was depressing.

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

If we were different people, we'd ask each other how we felt. About the world, and the economy, and that little cafe over on 9th street that makes the colorful macaroons. And maybe, if I were a different person, I'd convince you to take fifteen minutes out of your day to walk with me, so That I might notice the way your face lights up when you talk about poetry, or how your eyes reflect the sun and every emotion I've never experienced before. If you were a different person, perhaps you'd take my coat, commenting on the strange shade of blue, and let me hold the door open for you as we walk into the room occupied by the morning rush. By any chance you enjoyed my company, we might eagerly plan to meet again, and again, every Sunday for three

It felt as though my heartbeat was synced to the constant ticking of the clock. The raw odour of my auburn coloured hair was floating around my nose. Teal and I’s two year anniversary was coming up and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit antsy. “If you don’t have your work in before tonight 5pm, You’ll have a detention with me on Monday. Enjoy your weekend

I held back a soft groan, letting my eyes drift open a crack so I could get at least a fuzzy view of my surroundings. I couldn't make out much, but I didn't recognize anything that I saw.