Personal Narrative Fiction

Both Ulrich and Georg begin screaming together for their men to help them: “Help! Someone help us! Quick! Vicious wolves are about to attack! Help! Please!”

    “I couldn’t just let you wander off from the group. I am the leader so it is my responsibility to make sure that you are safe from beginning to end.” responds Meriwether

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

“Wolves? There haven’t been wolves in these woods for decades, not since you folks chased them away.” Bender narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and glared at the men.

“How wasn’t going to kiss Quad in a scene and have Nate see something like that? If I were to do that then he…”

“Rebecca. You know whatever I chose you will kill them” You crossed your arms trying to give the boys more time

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

"Well, I've got to go watch over my bunch. They are ferocious today," someone said.

I stirred as I heard my name being called out distantly in the back of my mind.

"I'm... no. I'm never getting used to this," I admitted, following them along on the sidewalk. It took everything in me to keep from wringing my tail again, but at least I seemed to trust Nick and Judy. I had never been comfortable around other foxes, but at least I wasn't letting my tension get to my head this

"Take her away she's worthless if you want her have her." my "father" says drunkenly. They take me away as I am kicking and screaming and crying. My heart jumps as I wake up realizing it was a memory. I look around noticing the the hard concrete walls and floors, the smell of mildew and the medal bars, made me realize I am in a cell now. At least I am away from the monster who took me. I heard people coming down so I layed down and closed my eyes listening to there conversation. " Alpha says she's special and she'll help us with the humans and vampires." Man 1 said. " How can she be that special she looks like all of his other fuck toys." Man 2 said.

All the sudden my phone vibrates. “Speak of the devils” I whisper silently enough that no one hears. I picked it up to see who it was. “Jake.” Jake is my best friend well we're not really friends considering I hate everyone and all things, But Jake he was tolerable to deal with. Jake’s the number one basketball player in the school, also one of the smartest. On the court you would never guess. But off the court he's all books, brain and glasses. That's what I enjoy most about him is he's nerdy side. But It’s also fun talking about the Jack Wasps game when we run out of things to talk about that isn't about my recent break up or if i'm going to survive to my senior

The airplane was crashing, as usual. No matter how many times it played out, she always ended up here, plummeting to her end, pinned against the back of the seat. She never reached the end of the dream; every time she'd jolt awake, just before the plane was crushed into the ground. Whenever she closed her eyes, Emily found herself haunted by this nightmare; alone and terrified. It was worst when she would wake sprawled across the same seat she'd been in while she dreamt. As the wings of the plane tore away branches of the forest below, Em woke with a start. That night, JJ sat in the seat across from her, watching her worriedly.

"Number 33 you're up!" Shrivers went through me as I looked down and realized that was me. As I ran to the middle of the room, I saw how everybody's eyes darted towards me. I cringed under the thought of so many eyes watching me. I followed their eyes and realized they were staring at my skin not anywhere else. Their whispers became like blaring horns as they talked and pointed. My body tensed up realizing how perfect the other dancers look compared to me. I mumbled "I can't do this is" as I pushed my way out the door. The tears that were once held captive by my eyes, streamed down my face. I fell to the floor, knowing I would never be anything with this skin.

Bullets flying, bodies falling, people fleeing. This is the sight I saw when I rounded the corner heading back to my house. I heard men screaming and children running for their parents. I've never seen so much blood flying and heard so many gunshots.