Agent Walker-Personal Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

When you parents tell you not to do something do you just do it anyways. Well I do and this time I think I learnt my lesson. It all started on a normal Saturday and we were gonna go on a hike, but none of us wanted to go somewhere so we just did it at home. We got our bags and water ready and busted for the trail. I thought it was gonna be a normal day and we would all have fun, but I got proved wrong. The trail itself is about three miles and a couple of extra steps,but with the surprise we only walked a mile of it.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

I was in 11th grade, and I was taking Latin, which many considered to be a rigorous. I enjoyed Latin because my teacher made it extremely fun, so I was always excited to be in class. We were taking an exam, and my friend was attempting to communicate with someone and I thought she had called my name. As a result, I looked up and nodded my head. After the test, my teacher asked us both to step out and accused us of cheating. He explained that he did not want to embarrass us in class that’s why he asked us to step out after the test. I was immediately offended. I have never cheated on an exam, and after knowing him for over a year and a half I was extremely upset that he would even think that I was capable of cheating.

When I was 13 years old I went to school in Waycross,GA. I went to Waycross Middle School. My school was one of the top schools in Waycross. I was 3rd in my class, and I had all A's and B's.

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

I dove through the cold currents, feeling my hands create an opening through the water. I closed my aching eyes and let the water submerge me, pulling me in. The sun cast shadows on the floor of the pool, shifting every now and then. I could feel the warmth of the sun as I swam further. I sighed, deeply content.

Once when I was going through high school, it was my senior year and people constantly asked me. What profession I was going to do? I always said I do not know what I am going to do. Then a friend came and said that the A&P mechanics were always hiring. Therefore, my friend and I started talking about planes. I had always been interested in planes; I always wanted to be in the air force, I could not join the air force because of my glasses and medical conditions. When my friend found out that W.A.T.C. was teaching A&P mechanics. He influenced me to join W.A.T.C. to get my license to become an A&P mechanic.

The latest 1963 Cadillac roars down the cliff side of State Road 1, and in its driver seat sits Herschel Hunt, a man who could’ve won the prize for smallest eyes in the world if only it were a real contest. Glenfidditch Malt Whisky drips from his auburn moustache back into the opened bottle in his right hand. The moonlight leaking into his car is taken over by headlights breaking around the bend, and off a single span concrete bridge. Hunt struggles to widen his little eyes against the light streaming in. He manages to peek out his pupils, keeping the color of his iris a mystery. The light is too bright for his retina, and his pupils slowly close down. The headlights swerve to his left. Hunt’s pupils are too drunk to dilate,

“That’s not true. You have Skye. You have Kal. You have me,” Flich pleads, the little girl in his arms is still fast asleep.

I quickly woke up to the sounds of loud sirens, I have no idea what is going on as I try to regaining my position. I'm noticing my hands are cuffed as I start to quickly realize what is going on. I start to frantically panic as my eyes finally adjust to my surroundings. I see that I'm clearly in the back of a cop car. I observed that the police officer is seeing that he is periodically looking in the rear view mirror then back to the road. I irrationally start to spit out nonsense before I solidly ask him in a shaky voice, “w-w-whats going on, why am I in here?” He looks back at me, giving out a quick chuckle, “oh you clearly know what you did darling, don't act innocent.” I then reply back, quickly giving him a confused stare “n-no

When thinking about the neighborhood, school has to come to mind. Mr. Ellis, my third grade teacher, prided himself on educating students. No matter the problem Mr. Ellis would try to help in any way possible, which without a doubt makes Mr. Ellis my favorite teacher. An example of the undying devotion Mr. Ellis shows Other than Everett, the Capital Area Career Center was one of the best schools around Ingham. Understudies could pick any class that fit their field of study. As the understudies work through their class they can acquire school credits which can trade to Lansing Community college or Davenport just to give a couple of cases. Assignments sanctioned us to learn the required information while being able to work at our own particular

The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay developed in darkness, but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.

“ How could this be happening?” “ Why is this guy at McDonalds dressed in all black, from head to toe?” “ How does he know me, and my twin sister, we are only in 5th grade?” All of these questions were running through my head, but the one question that keeps me thinking is, How is my sister in communication with this “ Agent Dominic”?

I burst through the surface of the freezing water and unlike the last time, I don’t gasp desperately for air with my arms wildly trying to keep me above the drowning threat. I’m calm and I easily swim with a coughing Skye in my arms. That wasn’t as horrible as I remember it. The little girl doesn’t seem to agree with my opinion as she coarsely coughs and hakes up water from her lungs. She shivers violently in my arms and her eyes are widen with fear. I don’t blame her. She’s just a little girl. She could have easily died.