Interview with Sally Girouard!

Sally Girouard's Awesome Story!!

1. What is the moral you are trying to teach through your story?

A. I’m trying to teach that happiness is achieved by oneself and that’s it. No one else but yourself. I am trying to send the message that no matter how happy a person makes you, you cannot rely on them all the time. Unlock your own happiness in short.

2. How do your supportin characters support?

A. My supporting characters mainly set up the seen and help shed light on the moral of my story and my characters personalities.

3. What challenges do you characters face?

A. My character, Ann, not only faces the death of her her mother, but the struggle of finding herself and being herself even without her mother around. Her struggle is internal and overcomes her shyness, ironically, after the death of her mother.

4. What skills and resources do they use to over come them?

A. She uses her heart and mind and will power. She uses memories and examples her mother set for her. She also uses what inspires her to unlock her outgoing personaility..

5. Who is your antagonist? What do they do?

A. The antagonists are her brothers and father who in reaction to her mothers death go about their lives and try to pretend it never happened which was their way of copping. This interfered with Ann's

6. Where does your story take place?

It takes place in Boston.

7. When does your story take place?

I never put thought into that but ill say the 1990's.

8. Is there a love interest?

No, just a bond between mother and daughter

9. What ages are your characters?

Ann is 15 at the beginning of the story but 17 when her mother dies

10. Do you characters go to school?

Yes, she goes to high School. High school however is not her favorite place due to her self conscious and shy attitude.

11. Did you base your story off any real events?

Not directly, but similar, yes.

12. Are your character based off any real people?

You could say that, but not completely. Definitely some characteristics.

13. What age group is your book directed at?

I would say anywhere from 5th grade and older. It has a good lesson.

14. What form is your book?

It is a novel.

15. How do you start off your story?

I start off my story with a scene of Jane and her daughter in a car highlighting the bases of their relationship

16. What are your characters intentions?

My characters intentions are never negative. The intentions of my characters are to fill the hole in their lives and recover. The main goal is to overcome their loss.

17. Are there any big complications?

Yes the biggest one would be breast cancer... Then after that the struggle within to change for the better.

18. Where did you come up with the idea for your story?

I honestly don’t remember, i just was running ideas through my mind and this one was the one i was most passionate about.

19. What are your characters activites?

I don’t really understand how to answer this ....

20. Do they all become friends again?

No one reallt stops being friends. But yes Ann reconnects with her brothers and father.

Emily's Mistake

Introduction

“Emily, just drop it, ok?”  My mother asks as she slams her fork down on the table, “Just drop it!”

I gave her a puzzling glance, “Why? I am just trying to help with the situation.”

“I think you’ve helped enough, we wouldn’t even be in this situation if it wasn’t for you.”

“It wasn’t my fault! I wasn’t even really a part of it. I know that I made a mistake trusting Ryan, but what else do you want from me? I’ve spent every second trying to apologize and make this right, but nothing I do seems to be enough for you.”

She takes in a deep breath and sighs, “You cannot just fix everything with a simple apology Emily, you hurt a lot of people, and you betrayed both your father and I. How are we supposed to trust you after that?”

I quickly dropped the subject and looked back down at my plate, this way she wouldn’t be able to see the tears that were quickly forming in my eyes. I took another bite of my mashed potatoes, but they were beginning to lose taste.

Silence echoed throughout the room, I could tell that neither of us know how to approach the conversation from here.

I tried to calm down quickly so that she wouldn’t see that she upset me again, I know that she has been doing her best around me lately.

“Now just listen, the worst is behind us now” she said slowly, peering across the table at me, “All we have to do from this point on is just learn to deal with the consequences of what has happened.”

“What do you think I have been trying to do? What else could I possibly do to prove to you that I have accepted the consequences of what I did and have been trying to move past it? I have done nothing but apologize and try to help fix this mess, but every time I try either you or Dad get mad at me and we always end up in a worse place than where we started!”

If that even is possible, but I can’t blame her. I’ve been trying to do everything I can to gain her forgiveness and acceptance again. Although, after you have to watch your daughter go through trial for I understand that it takes some time before you can look at them the same again.

The Convientent Store (One year previous)

I stumbled into the store, physically shaking in my shoes. I knew that if we were going to successfully get away with this than I would have to calm down and act as if this were normal. I quickly put on my best fake smile, pretending that today was no different from any other.

I walked to the back of the store to look at the drinks. All I had to do was get something to distract the store manager. Without even looking I reached into the freezer and grabbed  out the first bottle that my hand came in contact with. I pulled out a Fruit Punch Arizona, funny, that was Ryan’s favorite drink. Maybe that was an encouraging sign to prove that this was all going to work out and there is nothing for me to worry about. We had been over this plan it seemed like a million times, it seemed flawless, but then again isn’t that what everyone thinks before their plans fail.

I slowly walked up through the snack isle, passing the Bugles and Doritos, after taking a left at the Beef Jerky I approached the front counter. I stand at the counter looking around, so far no one is in sight. Taking a quick glance out the window I double check that Ryan’s blue van was still there, I feel reassured when I see it still sitting just one space outside the front door, I can see Sam through the drivers side window, sitting as solid as a rock, but ready to leave at any given moment.

“Hello, are you all set?” I turn back around as the store manager looks at me waiting for a response.

He is an older man, maybe around fifty-five, a plump man, he was wearing a stripped blue shirt with a pen in the pocket, with a nametag, “Harold”. I just stop and stare at the man, now all I can see in my neighbor Harold Thomas, the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I slowly began to walk away from the counter.

“Was there something else that you wanted?” He gives me a puzzling look.

“Yeah, I think that I am going to go get a candy bar or something.” I turn around and head straight for the candy isle.

As I pass the door Ryan catches my eye, giving me a quizzical glance, I can tell he is unsure of what I was doing. This wasn’t part of the plan, I was supposed to stay at the counter until he and Jamie came in.

I turned down the second isle just as they started walking in, while avoiding eye contact I turned around, pretending to look at a package of Mike n’ Ikes, stared up at the counter.

What happened next, it’s hard for me to remember, it is more like a blur.

Ryan stepped forward to the counter, first checking around him making sure no other customers were approaching, then he turned back to the counter, “Give me all the money this place has got.”

Right as Harold was about to call the police, Ryan opens his coat pocket to take out a gun. I see the fear settle in on Harold’s face, clearly he has never dealt with anything like this before, Harold stumbles back a few steps and glances around the store. At this point I had taken cover behind the display of M+M’s, next thing I know there is some kind of struggle, a few boxes filled with lighters, and tiny candies, fall to the floor. The next thing I hear I never expected, it was not part of the drill at all, this was not how today’s plan was supposed to play out. I hear Harold’s body hit the floor, the door slam, and the tires of that Blue van screech out of the parking lot. I slowly edge around the corner and peer over the front counter, a slight squeal leaves my lips before I fall to my knees on the floor.