Missy: A Fictional Narrative

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

“I don’t know,” Bass mumbles. “Hasn’t been here since sometime yesterday, thought she went home.”

"Missy," someone yells as I run up the stairs into school. I turn around and see Julia, we haven't talked since the car accident, "Missy, wait can we please talk about what happened, you know I would never want to hurt your brother on purpose." I think, then say "Listen, you were the one driving, were you not?' She slowy nods her hed, " And you were also drunk with my brother and your sisiter in the car right?" "But Mi---" I cut her off, i don't want to hear all of her poor excuses trying to convince me that it wasn't her falt. "I don't want to hear any of it just... just get away from meI I don't want to speak to you aymore." I look and see the pain on her face. but I just can't I cant fall for it again. "Now if you'll excuse me, i

"I mean... she 's probably with some boyfriend in Tijuana, right? Or upstate skiing or something. Had a fight with her parents and she 'll be back when she 's bored." Veronica didn 't know what had happened to Missy, but she was pretty sure she wasn 't upstate skiing, even as she tried to convince Ms. James that was what she thought.

- Missy does a nice job executing on the strong intro with the team member and client, this is good for consistency.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

I really liked Cara as the narrator and protagonist, her point of view on certain events was really refreshing throughout the story. She is one of my favorite kinds of heroines, and that is because she is intelligent but also makes mistakes just like everyone else – but when she makes those mistakes, she analyzes what she did wrong and how to fix it. I love it when a main character is capable of realizing their mistakes and thinking through things in a logical manner, in my opinion, it is so much better than the typical “Mary Sue” who makes no mistakes at all. Cara is also very caring, which we get to see in the way she obsessively tries to help her friends and the other people around her. Another one of my favorite things about Cara, and

“Darlene,” Walker whispered. He didn’t like Tracey, hadn’t from the moment he’d met her when he was fifteen, but she was Darlene’s mother. Some level of respect had to be exercised.

The man that approached her was not only good looking, but he looked like the kind of guy she could never take home. And that made him perfect. His offer to buy her a drink had her smiling brightly as she could see this being the start to an exciting night.

Section M, row one, seat 16, floor. Stage to my left hundreds of fans around me. Sophie and I look around anticipation as the lights dim. The screaming starts but I can barely hear it over the pounding of my own heart. Then I hear it blazing in the speakers the opening song is playing and then there they are. Harry, Louis, Liam, and Nile I'll step out on stage. They all seem to glow a little due to the spotlights on them. It's all very surreal. "that's actually them!" I yell at Sofie. I couldn't believe they were actually right there in front of me and then the singing starts. Everyone in the crowd sings along, or at least the ones that aren't crying (me, I was crying). I see fireworks but I can't hear them over everything else going on but

Mia replied,’’That will never happen go to bed.’’ One night when I was lying in bed and I heard a loud CRASH!! It was like pots and pans falling to the floor. I went to kitchen I saw a small shadow. I got closer and it was dwarf. I just sat there and looked at him he looked at me and stared and finally asked

Not knowing what to do. I just stood there. Silent and still. Leaing my injured body against the concrete wall. Staring into the distance of this pitch black room.

She didn’t know where she was going, but something inside of her told her to run far away and fast.

A vibrating buzz caught our attention. The director reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“Okay. Thank god. When can I see her? I miss her. I want to see her.”