“Sister Catherine! You have failed!” A voice boomed aloud as the a chair hung in midair with a frightened nun that sat on top. Without a warning, whatever was holding the chair in place was gone, and it crashed onto the floor. I quickly covered my eyes to hide from the horrific sight. The woman was surely dead and I did not want to see what was remained of her. Alice, a friend I made on my trip in France, started to scream and cry. I pulled out my phone to call the police while trying to drag Alice away from the scene. I told the woman on the other side what had happened and in no time, the sirens of the police were heard. “Did you see the look on her face? She knew what the voice what talking about.” Alice whispered to me. “Is she dead? …show more content…
This is it!” I grab all the papers that had to do with the fire and run out to Alice.”Alice, I figured it out! All of the people dead, they all had to do with the fire! The one in Italy, his name was Mark. He was the person that set the building on fire. The girl that was found in Greece was also part of the arson. The third and fourth one were the firefighters that were at the scene. And Sister Catherine had seen the man go into the houses when she could’ve stopped him. I told you I could solve it!” I looked at Alice’s face, she didn’t look even near as excited as I was.”What's wrong? I thought you’d be happy?” “I am,” Alice said. “Then why do you look like that?” I questioned her. “Because of this.” She pushes today’s newspaper towards me.”The found another body. Her name was Molly.” I sat down next to her, grabbing the article.”Molly...Molly was the doctor that treated the six victims. She could only save one of them.” “Do you know who else was involved in the fire? Maybe if we find out who’s next, we could protect them.” Alice eagerly responded. “Yeah, I do know one person.” “Who then?” She asked. “Me. I was one of the detectives who was hired to be a part of the case.” I looked at her with fear. “I could be
“The cause of death was dust pneumonia, but I think she couldn’t go on without Haydon. When Ma died, I didn’t want to go on,
Hi Alice! How are you doing? Fine? I hope so.
Alice has gone though a lot, but things start to go well for her. She’s with Joel, her family loves her, and she’s friends with kids that don’t smoke or drink. She stops writing in a diary, but dies a few weeks later because of an overdose. Either she was drugged or she started doing drugs again.
Sarah-Alice was in the football field as she smiled happy to be back at Long Beach High after a long summer knowing how that right now this is a new year to start. She then saw the cheerleaders for the first time only to then say,"Alright I need you girls to start doing five laps and then some stretches so we can practice some routines before our Football team comes." She then saw her team start to do her laps while she took her coat only to then show her workout outfit since it was now eighty degrees out. Sarah-Alice then smiled as she ran with her team only to do some stretches until the girls were staring at the team. She then had her eyes caught on one certain god in human form. She knew on the back of his shirt said Winchester so she knew
“Talako, some of his friends, and I may or may not have gotten into a fight which resulted in the four of them on the ground.” I said and smiled as innocent as possible.
(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )
“What?” Cassidy asked as she glanced around for the approaching police. “Who shut us down?”
A youthful girl rushes down a narrow alleyway blanketed with snow; a worried expression on her face. This girl's name is Alice, and she is searching for her sister, Alma, who ran out outside of her house without permission quite a while ago. The sun was setting outside, and she longs for Alma to return home safely before the darkness swallowed up the streets. As she is walking, she notices a chalkboard pressed against a brick wall with numerous names scribbled across. While inspecting it, the girl recognizes Alma's name doodled across its surface. Behind this board lies a quaint little shop, and she determines that it would be beneficial to investigate inside for clues. She dashes towards its door in hopes of finding another indication of her lost sister.
"Do you know anyone yet?" I asked, only somewhat curios, but mostly distracted by the way she looked away and bit her lip when I asked about her.
“Alright! Looky who we have here! Alice. A strong looking girl with emotions. This one could be a softy!”
I am 21 years of age with no one to count on, no hopes for a brighter future, and feeling all alone trying to be the best mother I can be for Abigail-Rose. I’m wondering who can help guide me through my journey of motherhood and as a young woman, where I try to be as visible as possible in covering my emotions through a smile. I’m trying to show that I am a strong young woman, yet I’m scared to do or say the wrong things. I desperately hope no one will ask me if “I’m okay,” because then I’ll burst into tears.
“Help!” A woman screamed, “help me please, someone help! It’s my daughter, somebody’s killed her, please help me” Prudence Witherland sobbed over her daughters body, gripping her petite frame. Shaking her as though there may have been some inconceivable
“How can she be part of that? I mean I even saw the news they said all seven children were executed as well.” Prompto said.
Furthermore, Alice attempts to avoid Marc's ex-wife after she is informed about their past; however taken in by curiosity, she continually looks back at the woman and questions her husband. "'Did she see you? Could she see that you saw her? Will you point her out to me….She's still there, you know'…. [Alice] fanned herself irritably, and cast brief glances at the woman in white" (Colette 2). Alice's body language and conversation shows how one could not help but stare at her husband's past. Alice is very curious about the woman in white, although Marc had indirectly stated that he had no feelings for the woman; however, she could not say the same about the woman. Despite feeling nervous around the woman, Alice eventually finds herself more
Since he didn’t smell alcohol on her breath, he knew she wasn’t drinking. Stumbling around the room in shock, shaking her fist, Marlene kept asking, “Why would anyone murder her? Jerry, my mother’s dead,” she said, as he comforted her.