Evelyn-Personal Narrative

"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

My throat tightened when I thought of Margaret now, the pain she had been through, how I had helped her heal, but how Andrés had more. Frank’s mouth hung open, his eyebrows raised, his comment justified in his world. I stepped towards Frank and pushed my index finger into his hard chest.

What’s wrong? A bark of laughter echoed in the quiet, slightly pathetic in the way that it had hiccuped out of her. The smile on her face somewhat rueful despite how weighted it was with sadness. Before she could answer him, she needed to make sure that she couldn’t see his eyes -- couldn’t be able to see their slow drift from tenderness into something much more damning. So she gently released his hand and settled her arms on his lap, creating a self-made pillow to rest her

“Of course they’re not alright you dolt. Why do you think they’re crying? They probably don’t want some nosy neighbor butting in on their buisness” He hears the crying stop. “Umm I mean. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He shoves his face into his pillow. He hears a shaky voice from the other side of the wall. “Who are you?” says a voice Charlie would guess is male. He lifts his head up. “I’m your new neighbor the names Charlie, but I usuallyy go by Char.” The voice from the other side of the wall seemed to brighten. “Like from the book Ella Enchanted?” Char smiled. “Yeah. Hey, you know your the first one to get that?” There were a few moments of silence. “Really? Thats my favorite book. My mom always made fun of me because i was constantly rereading it. It just gave me hope that someday I could find a prince like that.” His voice cracked and I could hear him start to cry again. “Please don’t cry. Just tell me whats wrong and i’ll try to

The pad of my thumb slides over my cheek, wiping away tears. I step closer, putting my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “I don’t understand,” I admit. “Why are you so upset, Juliet? Why are you overreacting? I went to a bar, drank a little, and kissed a girl.”

As she dressed into her nightgown, she reminisced about the times before, when they first started dating. His handsome face looking at the drive-in movie screen, then turning over to look at her, lovingly and passionately, smiling. Where had that face gone? She wondered. Now it’s gone, and in its place the always tired and bored face that he has now.

Later that night, I was comforting Vinyl at the news she and I got today. We were lying in bed together, our bodies pressing up against each other as we held each other close; I caressed the area around her eyes, trying to help her sleep, hoping that it would dwindle the tension she had within

I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”

She wraps her arms around me and lets me cry into her shoulder. She strokes my hair like my mother would when I was little and scared of a thunderstorm. Violet doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t need to.

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

“Off course Momma E.” I smile to her as we finish embracing. I turn to Eli as he guides us towards the exit. All I can think is how everything went down tonight. Nino telling me he loves is just fill with bullshit to me. Marie confronting Eli that her baby might be Eli’s is heart breaking. I’m waiting for us to get home so we can talk it out about this party. I hope Eli tells me about what happen between him and Marie, because that will tell me if he’s really into me, if he really wants a relationship with me.

“Indeed.” Lily agreed. She flicked her fingers around her stethoscope and checked the clock. “Oh dear,” she fretted, “We’re really flirting with time now, aren’t we? If I’d known that I was going to so long, I’d have planned something nicer, but looks like everything’s shut up.” She peered out of the window to where, far below, the glum, dark cafeteria was sitting, empty and silent.

“She sends us updates almost daily,” Evelyn said trying to persuade me. Seeing Jenna would be wonderful for Evelyn, but not with him around her. Jenna had to play the part of the loyal wife and Evelyn couldn’t stand to watch it. The smiling and touching. As if Jenna cared for him in that way. It was horrible to have to watch it, let alone be an active participate in the relationship. Jenna was the only one who could act out the part beautifully. Freddie was her best friend. Like William had been to Evelyn (minus the physical lust).