Abandoned: A Fictional Narrative
Tyler Paul
English 6
March 8, 2016
Abandoned
There I was, alone in the dark. Nothing but silence lingering through the air. I could hear the traffic from the freeway from afar. I looked down, and there she was, dead before my eyes. I could not believe I saw my mom, lying on the ground. I quickly reached into the back pocket of my ripped blue jeans to grab my phone. My hand was shaking vigorously like I was nervous about something.
“Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?” the operator asked calmly.
“My name is Denae, and there has been a murder.” I stuttered like I didn’t know what to say. “My mom is dead.”
“Calm down, everything is going to be alright,” she replied soothingly. Where are you?”
“I am at Northeast Bronson Drive.”
“Help is on the way.”
Bang! …show more content…
Jacob Ross became my boyfriend that night.
He wasn’t at school the next day. When I got home from school, I told my mom about how I was yelling at my teacher for teaching something that wasn’t true.
“I got into an argument with my biology teacher, but it wasn’t just her. It’s like the whole class gained up on me”
“Why?” she asked.
“None of the stuff she was teaching was true. It got out of control, and I called her a liar, and walked out.”
“Slow down, and tell me how it started,” mom persisted.
“So, we were doing this unit on human genetics, and we had to fill out this chart to figure out what color our kids eyes would be. I told her that’s not true because both my parents have blue eyes, and I have brown eyes. That can happen, right?”
“I don’t know, I guess it can.”
“That must happen because I am not adopted, right? I’m not, am I?”
A pause of mom’s silence made me think I was actually adopted.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean? It’s a simple f***ing question. All you have to tell me is I am not adopted.”
“This is not how I wanted this to come out,” she drawled, “I don’t know how to answer your
English 6
March 8, 2016
Abandoned
There I was, alone in the dark. Nothing but silence lingering through the air. I could hear the traffic from the freeway from afar. I looked down, and there she was, dead before my eyes. I could not believe I saw my mom, lying on the ground. I quickly reached into the back pocket of my ripped blue jeans to grab my phone. My hand was shaking vigorously like I was nervous about something.
“Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?” the operator asked calmly.
“My name is Denae, and there has been a murder.” I stuttered like I didn’t know what to say. “My mom is dead.”
“Calm down, everything is going to be alright,” she replied soothingly. Where are you?”
“I am at Northeast Bronson Drive.”
“Help is on the way.”
Bang! …show more content…
Jacob Ross became my boyfriend that night.
He wasn’t at school the next day. When I got home from school, I told my mom about how I was yelling at my teacher for teaching something that wasn’t true.
“I got into an argument with my biology teacher, but it wasn’t just her. It’s like the whole class gained up on me”
“Why?” she asked.
“None of the stuff she was teaching was true. It got out of control, and I called her a liar, and walked out.”
“Slow down, and tell me how it started,” mom persisted.
“So, we were doing this unit on human genetics, and we had to fill out this chart to figure out what color our kids eyes would be. I told her that’s not true because both my parents have blue eyes, and I have brown eyes. That can happen, right?”
“I don’t know, I guess it can.”
“That must happen because I am not adopted, right? I’m not, am I?”
A pause of mom’s silence made me think I was actually adopted.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean? It’s a simple f***ing question. All you have to tell me is I am not adopted.”
“This is not how I wanted this to come out,” she drawled, “I don’t know how to answer your