Tick Tock Tick Tock. The sharp sound of the ancient clock clicked impossibly loud as Mrs. Varian attempted to get her lecture about the scientific method through our heads. Usually, I was a pretty good student and would try to take notes on what I could make out of her fast-paced lectures, but today was different. As I toyed with my pencil, the questionable conversation I had with Beatrice Rossiter, my close friend, filled my head. She was acting quite weird, as if she was trying to warn me about a terrible storm that was about to crash into my life. The students' chatter was almost deafening in the crowded hallways. Bea and I could barely walk side by side, or rather me walking awfully slow and Bea limping and hobbling next to me. As I moved sluggishly, I took a glance at Bea's deformed body from the car crash that happened a few months ago. I winced thinking at the agony she must've had to endure and also for the torment that the police hadn't "found anything" to who the culprit was. …show more content…
I'm going to get a surgery at John Hopkins! They said they might even be able to restore my whole face the way it was if they can." Bea said weakly, followed quickly with a cough that made it sound like she had a severe case of strep throat. "Some person named 'Amanda Valentino' donated a bunch of money for it." Startled by the abrupt yet wonderful news, I looked at Bea's smiling face. "That's amazing! I can't believe you're getting the surgery you wanted, for like, months! Still, do you know who this 'Amanda Valentino' is? She could be a murder that stole the money and is running from the law right now." A brief smirk appeared on Bea's before she looked at me straight in the eye, and wheezed, "Amanda is a pretty nice person. I've met her a couple of times, and she's been immensely interested in my life story. She's done numerous things to figure out who the criminal is to the
“It’s okay, I’m sure you will get more food soon! Try and look on the bright side.” Nellie said patting her on the back.
Five minutes later we were out the door. Cecile despised us now she kicked us out of her house with no money whatsoever. Now it was just Vonetta, Fern, and I who were three girls out on the dangerous streets with no money. The first thing I knew I should do is to comfort my sisters. It was my fault that I got us into this mess. Then Vonetta cut in and stopped my train of thought. Literally, she banged me on the head. That bang was the kind of bang was the one we gave each other if something bad happened because one of us did something that caused it. “Why didn’t you break up our fight like you always do Delphine?” asks Vonetta harshly. I had an answer but I knew they wouldn’t like it. “ Yeah!” Fern grunted angrily. At that moment because of ...
“Damn Bobby, stop being so suspicious,” Marty answered swatting away his assertions. “She’s just a nice girl who works hard and wants to be a model.”
“When we left for the hospital she ran after me, got into the van, and she was very happy.”
Ms. Jones entered the room expressing unable to sleep, eat, and having a constant headache. She feels guilty and responsible for the shooting at the school.
Vicki: “Well, I just found out that she stole her purse and stole some other things about people.”
All that could be heard was the distant wail of an ambulance siren, which rent the bitter evening air like a butcher’s knife through a carcass. It would’ve been hard to believe that only minutes ago the place had been alive with crowds and commotion and excitement; for now it stood empty. It seemed that time itself had stopped: that every clock, timepiece, wristwatch in the world had ceased to tick.
"What's this 'her' crap? When did you get the operation? Hey, that would explain the subject of your 'short piece of fiction'".
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” declared Alice. “What happened to you?” she asked again.
“Why won’t you let me tell you the rest?” Beverly asked and looked at Marlene with tears pouring down her cheeks.
So nervous I had a bit of a shake to me, a constant shake that I’d almost grown accustomed to. I grab the cold metal door handle and pull it open. I walk through the door with a mountain of stress weighing me down. Stress from senior year, stress from work, and especially stress from not hearing back from the college I wanted to go to. As I enter there are pictures covering the wall to my right, a few more steps and I look to my right and I see Mrs.Sivets old desk, now replaced with a stranger. I continue walking and peer into offices filled with familiar faces, until I reach Coach Knapp’s room.
It was just my luck to be seated in a row chair uncomfortably close to the front. The volume grew, along with the temperature, every second as more students crowded into a classroom, which only had enough space for the population of one class. As the teachers tried to squeeze more people through the doorway, I twisted around in my seat to scan the faces in the room. I sighed internally and slouched down into my seat when I spotted my friends far from my location. I was on my own. I glanced up at the impossibly slow minute hand on the clock. This was going to be a long day.
“Thanks, Ambur, for letting us visit,” said Lucinda. “Please let us know as soon as Honeysuckle goes in labor.”
I pranced my way over to her before beginning my speech. "Hello, Marina." I smiled, "How would you like to make a deal?" I asked my smile growing bigger as I tilted my head and squeezed my eyes