Annie Jane Alternate Ending Essay
A Chapter with Annie Jane
“Reach out and grab my hand Annie!” I shouted to my sister from across the chasm. Her tanned face and glazed, hazel eyes were paralyzed with fear although she tried to smile. Her feet were unsteady on the boulder as she reached out her quaking hand adorned with gypsy rings. A gust of mountain wind ripped past her shoulder length, dusty-blonde hair and tossed her wispy, retro ensemble that hugged her Marilyn Monroe curves. She swiftly retracted her arm. “I can’t!” her voice trembled. “You’ve got this! You’re not afraid of anything!” “Shit-balls! Why am I being such a pussy right now?” She shook her rag doll hands in front of her as if to conjure the courage from her fingertips. “You’ve got this Annie!”
This was the first time I witnessed Annie Jane, named after two gun slinging, Wild West women, …show more content…
“Listen to your body Kriss. Often your body will tell you when you’re on the right track. If it doesn’t feel right in this chapter of your life, you need to make some changes.”
With her assurance I was able to view my situation in a whole new light. I wasn’t walking away from an investment; I was writing a new, beautiful chapter in my book of life. She empowered me emotionally as I took the leap and finalized my divorce.
Thanks to her influence, I started participating in open mic nights and writing music again. I poured my flood of emotions into songwriting and started playing gigs at local venues. My passion was redirected into art, and it felt superbly liberating.
“You’ve got this Annie!” I called out to her again. My voice echoed against the rocks. “It’s not that far down.” I slid down cautiously into the crevasse she needed to cross and stood beneath her. “Look, it’s only a little taller I am. Does it look better now that I’m standing here?” “Yeah,” she giggled. “Much better!” She grinned and leaped across with steady legs as if she had the bravery to conquer the challenge without hesitation all
“Reach out and grab my hand Annie!” I shouted to my sister from across the chasm. Her tanned face and glazed, hazel eyes were paralyzed with fear although she tried to smile. Her feet were unsteady on the boulder as she reached out her quaking hand adorned with gypsy rings. A gust of mountain wind ripped past her shoulder length, dusty-blonde hair and tossed her wispy, retro ensemble that hugged her Marilyn Monroe curves. She swiftly retracted her arm. “I can’t!” her voice trembled. “You’ve got this! You’re not afraid of anything!” “Shit-balls! Why am I being such a pussy right now?” She shook her rag doll hands in front of her as if to conjure the courage from her fingertips. “You’ve got this Annie!”
This was the first time I witnessed Annie Jane, named after two gun slinging, Wild West women, …show more content…
“Listen to your body Kriss. Often your body will tell you when you’re on the right track. If it doesn’t feel right in this chapter of your life, you need to make some changes.”
With her assurance I was able to view my situation in a whole new light. I wasn’t walking away from an investment; I was writing a new, beautiful chapter in my book of life. She empowered me emotionally as I took the leap and finalized my divorce.
Thanks to her influence, I started participating in open mic nights and writing music again. I poured my flood of emotions into songwriting and started playing gigs at local venues. My passion was redirected into art, and it felt superbly liberating.
“You’ve got this Annie!” I called out to her again. My voice echoed against the rocks. “It’s not that far down.” I slid down cautiously into the crevasse she needed to cross and stood beneath her. “Look, it’s only a little taller I am. Does it look better now that I’m standing here?” “Yeah,” she giggled. “Much better!” She grinned and leaped across with steady legs as if she had the bravery to conquer the challenge without hesitation all