Franki And Adrian: A Fictional Narrative

2895 words - 12 pages

~ Franki ~
For a first date, everything was definitely going smoothly. Alix's comments made her blush furiously, she was with her best friend, and was about ready to get something delicious-
"Food later. I say we do the Fun House first. I freaking love those funny mirror things, where you can look like a midget or a fat man," Capri explained, laughing. And there went the date . . .
Franki gave Capri one of those looks, a small little glance that suggestted the possibility something was wrong. Everyone else seemed please with this Fun House idea. Alix was smiling as he mentioned tunnels. So far everything sounded fun, as the name implied and then Adrian skipped up by Capri, looking up with a laugh at a . . . clown. Good God, this Fun House had to have clowns. Dark childhood days made the "cheerful jokesters" the thing of nightmares. She blamed her parents for taking her to a circus too young and letting too many creepy clowns try to make her laugh when all baby Franki wanted to do was play by herself and sleep. Well that, and the fact some of her older friends out of PHA loved to watch the movie It every Halloween, and torment her by waiting by her bedside in the middle of the night dressed up as the damned clown.
Giggles or Chuckles, or Satan the Clown awaited at the entrance with a painted on smile the color of blood. Avoid eye contact and it won't attack . . .
"Welcome to the Fun House! Surprises lurk in every corner!" it announce in a booming voice that had her giving the man behind all that make up a sideways glance as she bounced back. The group became to walk into the tent, and she quickly scurried after, flashing a look at creep with the red nose.
"Well if that doesn't give you nightmares, I don't know what will," Alix muttered. Franki let out a nervous chuckle, cowering to the back of the group as a narrow hallway with strobe lights extended before them. Her hands brushed against the walls, following after Alix as he made fat jokes and Adrian let out some scoff.
"How could you even suggest such a thing Alix?" Adrian teased from somewhere ahead, shortly followed by a brief string of curses and a yelp. Franki rounded the corner to see another clown with a can of silly string that made her eyes bulge, and an Adrian Brooks flopping around as he flung pink silly string out of his hair and face.
She felt her lips curl up into a smile, winking at Adrian as he looked at her for some kind of back up while Capri laughed and Alix had a smug look on his face that made him about twenty percent hotter.
"Adrian, I like the look. It really hides your face well," Franki beamed, keeping her eyes glued on the clown with silly string as it walked away to attack the next victim while she manuvered around him. "Francesca, darling, you wound me," Adrian sighed dramatically.
"Yeah, I guess that was kinda the intention," she murmured, hurrying up to Alix's side as him and Capri took the lead. Adrian realized he left his woman undefended from silly string...

Find Another Essay On Franki and Adrian: A Fictional Narrative

Sek: A Fictional Narrative Essay

1999 words - 8 pages "Oh, wow. Here I was thinking you would need my help!" I exclaimed when I walked into Haruhi's room. She had hair extensions used to give her curled pigtails and wore a blue, white, and pink dress with pink heels. She even had earrings. "I think the twins' maids came in and attacked me this morning," Haruhi grumbled as she looked in the mirror and ran her hand through one of the pigtails. I sat on the bed. After sighing, she wondered, "Are

Sophie: A Fictional Narrative Essay

1293 words - 6 pages “I don’t care,” she balked as Benny and Elliot as followed her running down the hallway to her front door. “I just want to go home, turn on my laptop to confirm the date. I don’t believe it!” “Sophie Girl!” Elliot’s body cut her off. “I told you. This is the hardest part. Who gives a hoot about taste, gray parts; it’s time that matters. They gave us something at the hospital. It erases time. We’re experiments on time.” “Shut up Elliot.” Benny

Rani: A Fictional Narrative

4049 words - 17 pages rapid fire. They all complained about how the sub sucks. Sam just grinned and try to settle the kids down when a familiar looking kid walked in. The guy that just came in really reminded me of my elementary school crush, Jake. When we were in the second grade, he used to stand up from the kids who used to take my lunch away from me. His eyes were blue-ish green with a tiny scar below the cheek. He was also tall and a little bit chubby. I lost him

Realm: A Fictional Narrative

3287 words - 14 pages making him groan out in his sleep. Matthew stirred and sat up gently, his hangover was quickly upon him. His eyes and head throbbing in pain and the regret of drinking too much in such a small time, was playing on his mind as he began to focus on the two princes’ who looked anything but happy as they stood staring at the two guests’ with woe. “I have been told of the misfortunes of my real life,” the young Amir began, as he looked at Alison coldly

Realm: A Fictional Narrative

4520 words - 19 pages Matthew and Alison arrived back at the school. The alarm bells still ringing and still as loud and annoying as when they departed the school. They stayed in the attic, hiding under tables, hoping not to get caught by the police, who were no doubt walking around the building and looking for the suspects’ who had broken in. Alison sat huddled away in a corner hoping that if anyone came in, then no one would see her. She was still thinking about

Realm: A Fictional Narrative

1843 words - 8 pages faint, but still that deep rumble, like the kettle drum of an orchestra, and it would not let you forget that as you counted how many miles away it may be, it was soon to venture to your own doorstep. Simon gave out a sudden yelp of surprise. The noise and vibration of the thunder was causing the alarms on houses and cars to go off. Simon looked at Alison with fret; however, she seemed unconcerned about the noise, as she continued to watch the TV

Realm: A Fictional Narrative - 2936 words

2936 words - 12 pages in the street waiting for her. “I have no idea where Summer Hill Crescent is,” Alison sighed when she handed the small piece of paper to Simon. “We’ll find it. It has to be around here somewhere. It’s a bit hard looking for things with most the signs being blown up and damaged, though,” Simon groaned as he pointed at a street sign that was lying on the floor. “We have to find it; I feel really awful trying to eat you,” Alison apologised. “Hey

Realm: A Fictional Narrative - 1609 words

1609 words - 7 pages The group breathed a sigh of relief when they came out of the small room, stretching their bodies and taking deep breaths. The sky of lilac and the bright pink sun was shining down on them and making the place feel eerie and sinister. “Why Frinda?” Alison asked her mum, when she was able to fight her way through the small crowd towards her. “That’s the hometown of the spirit. To get him to the other side, we need to get him to the place of his

Realm: A Fictional Narrative - 2693 words

2693 words - 11 pages Alison was not sure if she was to close her eyes, or stare at the people around her. She felt silly lying there with everyone looking transfixed to what Carla was saying. She could hear her mum speaking, it seemed a strange language; louder and louder she spoke, the others looking at her, each holding hands around the table. No facial expressions showing amongst them. Alison stared up towards the sky, the pale lilac sky looking back down at

Realm: A Fictional Narrative - 2102 words

2102 words - 9 pages all the hours you can get. Get dressed and come down for breakfast,” Carla said as she walked out of the room. Carla was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, drinking her coffee and reading the Sunday newspaper, when Alison entered the kitchen with a frown. “So what’s so important for me to be getting up so early on a Sunday morning?” Alison asked, looking at her mum’s gleeful face. “You are to go to Onbrier with Simon, Robert and Sarah, that’s

The Witches: A Fictional Narrative

1394 words - 6 pages Elizabeth wakes up in a dank, dark cell. She looks around, wandering where she is. She tries to stand but realizes she is chained to a cold, damp wall.) Elizabeth: Where am I? How did I get here? ( She thinks hard and tries to remember. When she can't remember, she slumps against the damp wall.) Elizabeth: I can't remember! I don't know what I did! How long have I been here? (She gets up and tries to pace the cell but the chains stop her

Similar Essays

Hope: A Fictional Narrative Essay

2327 words - 10 pages It was a strange night, there seemed to be a chill in the air: my skirt tangled around my soot-covered legs. I tightened my grip on Iris’s Hand. I felt her tense up as we walked thought the ashes. It created a white fog as we stepped closer to the photo. The corner of the frame stuck out of the dust and ash. Burnt tables, furniture, ceiling are scattered around. I picked up the frame slowly, brushing of the debris. The gold frame was still

Tattoo: A Fictional Narrative Essay

2197 words - 9 pages I woke up feeling exhausted and wondering what the day has in store. The giant sun rose into the sky-high above and the sea shimmered in the sunlight as the first rays of morning sun tiptoed through the sand making its way towards me. The light ran furiously and parched my closed eyelids as it poured in a white image. The sounds pounded my head like a construction site. In between this time, I prised open my eyes and saw a bottle of VB lying on

Vignette: A Fictional Narrative Essay

1348 words - 6 pages Vignette # 4 I was wrapped in my blanket like a Butterfly in its cocoon. As soon as I began to have conscious thought of my crush, dancing, and my dreams turning into a reality my eyes opened as if I was facing Bruce Lee himself. Then I jumped out of my bed if I was running with gazelles in sub Saharan Africa. I smoothly landed into a crouched position on the ground I got straight into

Blurb: A Fictional Narrative Essay

699 words - 3 pages Although she said this will all seriousness, Fredgar grinned widely, exposing a set of crooked, yellow teeth with some missing or chipped. Armaila noticed that his teeth in the corners—his fangs—were sharper and pointer than a Humans'. It wasn't until now that Armaila really studied him; he wore brown pants that ended between his knees and ankles, a shirt mad of some rough material, like an old sack, and a greenish brown vest without buttons