When we spoke of Brittany, we never used her name. Sometimes we referred to her as
sister, but mostly we just called her “narc”. Bryan
I watched impassively as she bent down, struggling to gather the books someone had deliberately knocked out of her arms. She looked weary as she straightened up and swept the long strands of red hair away from her face. Even from across the hall, I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. Sometimes I felt sorry for
. I wondered how she found the
strength to come to school every day; how
she managed to come and face all of us. Yes, sometimes I felt sorry for
her, but most of the time I only felt contempt. She had done this to herself, I
reasoned. Being a narc at all was enough to ruin your life, but to rat
out your own brother….well, that was enough to end it! Brittany
What you have just read is an introduction to one of my short stories.
The fact is, I've written several such stories, each "TRUE", based on (MY) life and from (MY) unique perspective.
Utilizing basic story elements, (plot, character, conflict, theme & setting), I articulate my memories carefully, assuring my readers will not only identify with the thoughts and feelings of the author, (ME), but, also find her, (ME), to be the protagonist or good girl!
That being said, I sometimes question the accuracy of my own stories.. For example, at the end of this particular story, I wrap everything up neatly and attractively, and must admit, (I) look pretty darned good in the end....
But then again, that 's only (MY) perspective. I sometimes wonder how Brittany’s version of the story would read????