This is a piece from my English final I wrote 2 semesters ago. Tell me if u like it and I'll post the rest of it. Rose fluttered her eyes open and gasped. “Cole,” she said dreamily, “this place is beautiful.” She gazed at the colossal redwood trees. They looked like rainbows with the multiple shades of red and orange. She then shifted her gaze to the pond at her feet. Coral, tangerine, and salmon colored fish glided happily in the cool water. Their scales shimmered in the sunshine. Closed roses surrounded the perimeter of the pond. Cole sat on a stone near the bank of the pond, and Rose followed, sitting cross legged in the sandy gravel. “Isn’t it amazing?” Cole asked rhetorically. “This has been my secret hide out from the world since I was little. My grandpa lived in this town and I found it when I was about ten.” “It’s breathtaking. I wish I had somewhere to escape to when I was younger. It’s peaceful here, something I don’t get a lot of,” Rose said. Cole shifted over and patted the rock that he was sitting on. Rose stood and sat down next to him. “Well use it whenever you need to get away. Don’t tell anyone about it though. It’ll be our little secret,” Cole told Rose as he smiled. “Okay,” she said, returning the smile. She shivered and scooted closer to him as the wind picked up. “You want my jacket?” Cole offered. “You look cold.” “You sure you won’t be cold?” “I’ll man up,” he joked. Rose laughed and took the jacket. “Thanks.” “Your welcome. Okay, so I’ve known you for over a month now and I barely know anything about you.” “Well what do you want to know?” “Everything.” Rose chuckled. “Everything, huh? Well why don’t you ask me questions and I’ll answer them for you. But don’t think I won’t tell you to answer them too.” “Fair enough. So let’s start out easy. What’s you favorite color?” “Um, blue. How ‘bout you?” “Red. What’s your favorite animal?" “Horse, definitely. And you?” “Dog. They’re man’s best friend ‘member?” “Right. Hmm, what’s your favorite food? I know you’re a guy, but try to narrow it down to one or two please,” Rose teased. “Ha ha, very funny. Um, probably a good ole burger. You can’t go wrong with a classic.” “Very good point.” “Yeah, and how ‘bout you Ms. High and Mighty?” “I’d have to go with either a burger or a nice elk steak.” “Aw no! Deer is way better game.” “Deer’s good and all, but elk owns all. You can’t argue with that.” “I think it’s the fact that you’re a woman that I can’t argue with it. And okay, only if you hunt and cook it yourself then maybe!” “Oh, yeah the store bought just isn’t the same.” “Couldn’t agree more.” “Okay, so what’s your favorite place in the world?” “Hmm,” Cole hummed while looking at Rose, “I would have to say,” he inched closer to Rose. His hand brushed hers lightly and a tingly sensation shot up her arm, but she kept her hand in place. Her palms grew sweaty as butterflies fluttered around, having a party in her stomach. “Right here,” he said, getting closer to her. She could feel his warm breath on her frost bitten nose. “Right now,” he said, then paused and leaned his face close to hers so close that they weren’t even an inch away from each other. “With you.” He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her. She inched closer until their lips touched. He kissed her quickly but gently. Cole pulled away from Rose and blushed. Rose bit her lower lip and smiled at him. “It’s getting kind of late, Cole,” she said as the sun fell into the shadows, hiding behind the hills. The wind picked up even more violently then before. “Yeah, uh, you’re right,” he said. “I should really get you home. And who knows where Aimee and Josh disappeared to.” “Oh, they’re long gone by now. And it looks like it’s about to rain.” She lifted her head to the sky and dark clouds were circling them like vultures. As if on cue, it started to drizzle.
Thanks This is a part from the middle of the story, so I'll start from the beginning once I post it.
Kay ur a rlly good writer haha. Too bad we never write narratives at my school haha. We also do persuasive and research papers.
This is from the beginning. I'll be posting the rest daily. Hopefully lol. Beep Beep Beep rang Rosalie’s alarm clock. “Ugh, morning already?” Rosalie groaned as she slapped her hand around to find the snooze button. She flopped back down on her pillow and closed her eyes again. Minutes flew by and a loud blare came from the alarm clock once more. She jumped and fell out of bed with a thump. “Gosh dang it!” she exclaimed. Sighing and pushing away the pain that was quickly growing in her left kneecap, she reluctantly placed both hands on her bed and hoisted herself up off the floor. “I need to get a better system to wake up,” she mumbled to herself. She looked at her clock and her eyes grew wide. “Oh my gosh! That can’t be the right time! I have only thirty minutes to look perfect now! Eeep!” She danced around her room, trying to find the perfect outfit for the day that lies ahead of her; it was the first day of school. After countless minutes of searching, trying on, and discarding of clothes, she finally decided to wear a pair of jean shorts and a cute purple blouse that she had just bought at her neighbor’s thrift store. To top it all off, she added her favorite pair of cowboy boots. “Dang I look good,” she said as she giggled to herself, then she heard a squeaking noise near the other side of her room. As she swerved around to look, her window was magically opening by itself and then the body of a girl crawled through it. “Aimee!” Rosalie squealed. “Rose! Oh dear girly, your daddy better be prepared to have to fend off a ton of guys ‘cause you are lookin’ hot!” Aimee teased as she strutted her way over to Rose and sat on her bed. “Oh don’t even start Hun ‘cause you know I’m not gettin’ any guy when you’re my competition!” Rose laughed and glanced over Aimee once. Her blonde hair lied perfect across her shoulders and her bright blue eyes shone like stars. She had on a short jean skirt that fit her curves nicely and a low-cut, periwinkle shirt that complemented her fare skin well. “That outfit is killer, and every guy in town fights for your attention, so don’t even start.” “You know that if you’d let me give you a teeny tiny makeover you’d be just as to die for as me. But someone just refuses to let me.” “Yeah, ‘cause I’d rather not me ‘Aimee-fied’ today!” “Tomorrow?” she asked with an eager face, a bright smile plastered from rosy cheek to rosy cheek. “No,” Rose said, point blank. “Fine,” Aimee said dramatically and flopped back down on Rose’s bed. “So when are we leaving for the bus? School starts in like an hour and we still have to walk to the bus stop.” “I’m going as fast as a can, Aimee!” “Well not fast enough apparently, so kick it in high gear before I do it for you.” “I’m going, I’m going, I’m going!” Rose frantically ran around the house looking for her backpack. When she finally spotted it behind her bookcase, she snatched it up quickly and raced for the door. “Thank God we are finally outside!” Aimee exclaimed as she walked out the door, "I was about to yank you by your pretty little brown hair and drag you all the way to the bus.” “We both know you wouldn’t do that, but ok we’ll go with that,” Rose teased. The girls walked as the bright Texan sun beat down on them. There wasn’t much city noise, but occasionally they would hear the crow of a rooster or the whiney of a horse. As they passed Mrs. Peterson’s house they saw a little blob of red hair appear and then disappear several times behind their fence until the fence had stopped and little Caroline Peterson came skipping out. “Well hello Lil’ Miss Caroline,” Rose said sweetly, “How are you doin’ this mornin’?” “I’m doin’ fine thank you.” Caroline said as she smiled at the girls. “Mornin’ Mrs. Peterson,” the girls yelled to the porch where Mrs. Peterson was sitting, reading a book. “Good mornin’ girls. Thanks again Rosalie for watching Caroline the other night.” “Your welcome ma’am; anytime!” Rose said cheerfully, “Well we’re off to school. See yeah Caroline.” Caroline waved a small hand as she watched the girls continue to the bus stop. The girls passed several more ranches on their four mile walk from their ranches to the bus stop on the other side of town. As the walk dragged on, Rose could smell the familiar scent of horses and livestock and smiled. Rose stopped mid step and looked at Aimee. “Hey Aimee, do you think that the new family in town has any kids near our age?” “I didn’t even know that a family had moved into that house.” “Oh, yeah they did. I’d imagine that they have kids ‘cause I thought I saw a couple of toys sittinn’ on the lawn.” “Well don’t ask me ‘cause I have no idea.” “Oh, well guess we’ll guess we’ll find out once we get to school, now wont we?” Rose started to walk again to their destination. They finally reached the bus stop and Aimee collapsed to the ground. “We have got to find somebody to drive us to school someday ‘cause all this walkin’ is gettin’ real tiring.” “Totally. I say we make nice with Josh’s older brother again so that he takes us. He’s got enough room in that giant truck of his. I mean all he has to drive is him and that mutt you call your boyfriend,” Rose teased as she smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Well at least I have a boyfriend. You might think he’s annoying, but I love him, so get over it.” “I get this speech every mornin’, Aimee. You really think I’m gonna start listenin’ now? I mean, he’s cool and all, but you can do so much better.” The bright canary yellow bus pulled to a stop in front of the girls. “Hmm, new paint job I see.” The girls scrambled to get up and walk into the bus. “Mornin’ Miss. Moore. Mornin’ Miss. Arthur,” Tom, the school’s best bus driver the girls had ever known, told them as they climbed to the back of the bus. The whole ride there, the girls chatted about their summer. Aimee had gone to her grandparents’ house up in Colorado. She said it was beautiful there and she wanted to take Rose there next summer. “Good luck with that,” Rose said as she rolled her eyes, “You know that my dad would never let me leave this town. He wants to control my every move. I swear he’s gonna suffocate me one of these days! I’m gonna be so fed up with him that I’ll leave and never look back.” “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here lil’ missy. He could change you know,” Aimee suggested but was only met with a look of disbelief, “Okay, maybe not, but there is that slight possibility! So how bad was he this summer?” “I don’t want to talk about it,” Rose said. She turned her back to Aimee and looked out the window, silently, for the rest of the ride to school. Aimee knew not to talk to her when she was upset like this. It could be dangerous, because Rose’s anger can’t be tamed at times, and she will lash out. The bus came to a stop at the front if a rundown little building. “Well, welcome back to high school, Rosalie,” Aimee said.