I was a troubled child. Having a mother who blamed me for every bad thing that had been brought upon her. Her rage and abuse penetrated any lingering happiness that had been left. My home was dark and dreary. The shades were always closed blocking any light from entering and any soul from wandering near. My mother was a vicious woman. Many avoided her at all costs being rather frightened by her mere presence. I can remember nary a time but one where my mother had shown me any affection. Gloomy as I was, I retired to my room to read a novel when out of the blue my mother barged in. I had thought surely she was coming to scold me for an undone chore, but instead she reached over placed her hand on my shoulder and said to me "Montressor, why is it you indulge in these silly stories"? To which I replied, "they give me hope for better days mother." She smiled quite smugly and left me alone. Other than this one instance, I remember only the hate I received from her. I knew deep in my heart that I would never please her so in turn I sought love from all those of whom I crossed paths with.
BP#2
My school was located right in the center of town. It was a beautiful building bursting with illuminate colors. Making friends in class was not an easy task for the boy who cane from a troubled home. Most kids were told to stay away from me while others just made fun. No one enjoyed my company and I longed for the friendships I would never receive. My mother noticed my lack of social interaction and insisted that there was something wrong with me. My mother was determined to fix me for I was an embarrassment to her. She sought out anyone willing to look me over and give their diagnosis. Though all the while I wished to exclaim that she was the problem. She would never bring me to a practitioner's office, only to their homes in secret as to hide me away from the gossipers of the town. Their houses always frightened me.
BP#3
The first time I laid eyes on Fortunato was in my final year of schooling. By this time most rumors of me had subsided and it seemed as though things would turn around for me. I finally had been accompanied by some fellow class mates in the school yard. I thought that he too might become friends with me. But that notion faded quickly as he slithered his way into my new found friends life and stole them away from me. He took what little hope I had regained right from underneath me. That was the day I declared I would have my revenge on this Fortunato. For the rest of the school year I sat again alone in misery. As they days drug on and Summer finally came I decided to move away for a few years to live with my Aunt Rosie. My aunt had became my first true friend and I was finally truly happy for once in my life. As the end of my stay neared my aunt went out on the town to buy some groceries. It had gotten late and she hadn't returned I grew worried, when suddenly a knock came across the front door. I opened it to find the coroner with terrible news of an accident my dear aunt Rosie had been in. She passed on the spot and I felt my heart grow cold as I abandoned all the sanity left in me. After my aunt's funeral I returned home to find my mother had become very ill. I spent her last days with her as any child should. Though when she parted not a tear was shed for no real connection had ever been made between us throughout her life, I had never loved her. With my aunt and my mother gone I was left alone. I had the house and enough money to survive the rest of my dreary life but still I was unhappy. I rarely did attend town gatherings until one night I heard my dear Fortunato would be attending. I put on my best suite and went through with my plot without even a stir of remorse. That is the night I will never forget. The night my life changed as Fortunato's ended.
3.06 Writing Narrative Body Paragraphs
by: Kali Schiedel
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