Creative Writing- Conflict

Person vs. Self


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"Comon' Steph! It will be so much fun!" My newest friend Leanna called to me as she headed towards the couch where I was sitting on.

Leanna, Sydney and I were home alone at my place. My parents were out for the weekend, went to Vegas to celebrate their 17th anniversary. Sydney and Leanna were my new and pretty much only friends that I had since moving to this town. My family had just moved here in July, and I surprised myself when I realized that I didn't mind the move much. Maybe I'm just not caring anymore. My mom is a writer and by dad works with the military, and because of my dads job, we move often. Making new friends has been hard for me, and I think I am getting to the point where I had given up on making new friendships. But then Leanna and Sydney found me, in the hallways one day, and even since then we have been friends.

Sure, they might not be my mothers first choice of friends, but I honestly couldn't care less. They liked to party often and of course drinking comes along with that. Who knows what other hobbies they cared for. I don't really mind because they were nice to me and they were also the closest things that I had to a friend in a long time.

"I'm not sure," I replied after a drastically long pause. I had been to a party with them before and it consisted of me drunk for the first time. Long story short, my mom was beyond pissed and I don't want to get in that situation again. 

"I'm not feeling up to it today. I have a headache," I lied.

"Oh please Steph! Stop being pathetic and making stupid excuses," Leanna said as she slapped my thigh which was not covered by my denim short-shorts.

"No but legit guys, my head has been hurting for a while now."

I tried thinking of a better excuse quick, but nothing came. I didn't want to loose my new friends but I didn't want to get my parents, esepically my mother, that upset again.

"Steph, it's okay, your parents wont be home until Sunday! They wont even know that you left! It's all good, you're with us!"

'You're with us', that's the problem I think. I don't want them to get drunk and then forget about me.

"Yeah," Sydney adds, "Your parents wont have a clue! We'll have so much fun and you'll totally miss out! You might even meet some new people there. Isn't that what your mom wants?"

I thought about that for a moment. Leanna and Sydney were right, my parents wouldn't know at all! A jolt of excitement ran though me, but it was also mixed with guilt. I knew that I would be disobeying by parents wishes and that I shouldn't do that because they only want the best for me. But deep down I knew that I wanted to go. I would probably make new friends too, that's what my mother wanted anyways. And when she asks where I met them I'll just say school. Perfect! Nothing to worry about.

"You have to come!"

"Ok fine, I think my head feels better now anyways," I say and stand up with a smile on my face.

Creative reading- character sketch

My character that I created is a 39 year old male named Andrew Bouguar.

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Hi, my name is Kelsey and I'm 14. I have a younger sister, Sam, who is 12. We live with our single mom in our small but comfy side-by-side. Recently, about three weeks ago, my mom met this guy when she went out with her friends to celebrate a birthday.

"You can call me Andy," he had said to Samantha and I when we first met. He seemed like a nice guy, but I can't help but have this odd feeling about him. He looked normal, wearing plain jeans and teeshirt. And I could see why my mom found him attractive. With his short brown hair and deep green eyes, he wasn't all that bad looking, putting myself in my mom's shoes.

Even though my mom and him have been dating for three weeks now, and I have met him several times, I still concerter him somewhat a stranger. Samantha is convinced that he's a spy, and that idea I think is very possible.

Andy says that he is an engineer. Whenever my mom asks how work is, he often says that he can't say because it is top secret. My mom was telling me once that he designs rockets for the government and things like that. He has to go through a bunch of lie tests and has to swear on his life that he won't tell anyone- that's how classified and intense his work is. Very suspicious if you ask me.

Andy was also telling me once that he owns his own business too. It's also something complicated, "making and selling engines," he tried to simply explain to me and Sam.

My mom admires him because he is so dedicated to his jobs and he works hard at them. I call it being a work-a-holic, and him having nothing better to do with his lonely, pathetic life.

He also travels to the states often to pick up parcels. "Things for his company" apparently. Whatever that means, could be bomb parts. Most of the things he orders from online too. Andy has a dual citizenship with Canada and the United States that make traveling that much easier for him.

My mom and him think that it would be a fun experience if we traveled to the states together for the may long weekend. I would prefer to stay at home and do nothing, thank you very much. He suggested this idea over a home cooked dinner one evening, and I almost choked on my chicken.

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That's all for now!