Alive !-Personal Narrative

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

From the first thought of my older brother starting to drive I was very doubtful of his abilities. He started a driving class to get his learner's permit in May, just after school ended. Though my doubt was great, he seemed to grasp all the concepts of driving, and when I ride with him, pretty well. And over the months I started to trust in him more, and trusted the education given to him by Greg, his driving instructor.

I was cold, tired, hungry, and my left forepaw was twisted. It might have even been sprained. The cold rain made me shiver, and I hugged my six tails closer for warmth. Suddenly, a bright light enveloped me. I let out a yelp, and quickly hid behind a cluster of pipes.

Have you ever felt robbed of a childhood? At the age of six, I was placed into the DYFS system. I moved from house to house, not really having the chance to grow up like normal children. I didn’t get to experience things such as ; asking my older sister advice on boys, learning how to cook grandma’s favorite recipe, or going on family vacation to Disney world . I worked hard to get where I am right now. My experiences have made me of who I am today , my story will tell you my background, where I came from and why my application is incomplete without it.

The night had been long and difficult on both my mind and body. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered that if those rogues had chosen, I'd have died in my sleep. Every noise I heard; the creaking of trees; snapping of twigs; shuffling of leaves, and I was sure the rogues had found me. Each time, I'd sit up instantly, weapon in hand, ready to fight to the death, and each time nothing happened, nothing came charging out of the gloom to end my life.

It took almost all my strength to get into that wheelchair on that late, sunny afternoon. It seemed like a normal day in the hospital, but this one was different for me. I am finally leaving to go home for a while, something I have not done in months. My strong heart beat faster and faster has the nurse pushed my wheelchair down the hallway to the front door. The warm spring breeze blew against my pale face as the doors automatically opened. “This is it”, I thought to myself, “I am finally getting out of here.” Although this was a very stimulating moment for my family and myself, it is almost impossible to forget the whole journey that made this day so special.

An important part of every humans life is having something they believe in. Having something to care about is essential for people to reach their full potential in life. People need a special person in their life, or a great job that sparks passion in them to bring them happiness. There are many of these types of passions in my life but to better understand who I am, there isn't just one, there are three people who have shaped the young adult I am today. My two little sisters and my little brother. However they aren't exactly normal siblings, they were given to us by the City of Cincinnati for temporary care, while their mothers tried to recover from heroin addiction and battled in court to explain why their child was hospitalized because of a lack of food.

I am so humbled to have been a part of such a huge production and event this past weekend in West Palm Beach, FL. I Co Produced the first ever A Concert for Humanity benefit concert, benefiting the amazing charity Wells of Life. Did you know? every 21 seconds a child dies from drinking contaminated water. The Incredible team and I put together a concert to bring awareness to this and I have to say, we kicked ass. We got the Grammy Nominated NEEDTOBREATHE to fly out and put on the concert of a lifetime. 5 (short) weeks of hard work, planning, studying and preparing we were able to bring it all together. There were many highlights of my weekend, talking with the creators of Wells Of Life, meeting to many selfless people, hanging with the band,

I shot up, hyperventilating, trying to figure out what just happened. Everything started to come back to me as I realized where I was, Gloam Woods Shelter, the home of every supernatural being that has ever lived in this town. My body’s tenseness slowly increased as I stepped out of bed. Each step was harder to make. I just wanted out, I just wanted to be home with my aunt Thabith and bake cookies and look at pictures of my ancestors.

I heard everything that you said last night, and I do apologise for making you feel limited to the amount of information that you could share with me. Per our previous conversation about love, I wasn’t trying to be right; however, you particularly would not allow me to get my point across so that you could completely understand where I was coming from. I am not attempting to argue a point now, I am just saying that you as well had a part to play. I know that I prefer to hold things in until it eats me alive, that’s just how I learned to survive, I learn that if I dealt with things later or never, I would be okay to get through the next task(s) at hand. I am aware that I am a control freak, I’ll admit that all of the time, but it’s naught my

Recalling my life as a junior in high school does not give me a great deal to look back on. But one intent that has always stood out to me, even as a young girl, is to have a positive impact on someone's life and make a difference, whether big or small. But semi-recently, my maturing mind and actions did not understand the difference between a positive or negative impact on a friend's happiness. After too long of a time not discerning my mistake of using bullying to change this friend, I finally recognized the negative impact that my actions were causing. This led me to search for a new course of action to mend my mistake. My then 15-year-old mind eventually understood that the words used as an attempt to fix a very close friend did nothing

I didn't know at the start that the live with that we had to do a "Live With" that kept to the weekly topic. I assumed that we just had to do a live with that could be on anything as long as we tried to achieve our goal during the week. I switched my "Live With" for this week to try to make at least three people laugh everyday. This live with wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. It wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be because I make people laugh on a regular basis. It was challenging only on a few days out of the week. This Live With was only challenging when I wasn't in a good mood. When I wasn't in a very good mood I struggled to make others laugh because I wasn't happy myself. Other than the days when I wasn't in a good mood

David, we met when I was 19 turning 20. I'm turning 24 this year and I don't have any interest to rewrite history with you. When I met you, I was going through a very difficult stage in life (my breakup). Through that ugly mess you were a great person who made me realize that there are many more great guys out there.. And for that, I did end up liking you. However, you and I were so busy playing this cat and mouse game. Eventually, I grew out of that game and we stopped talking. We connected a year later (I contacted you to apologize) but it wasn't because I was interested in you or anything. I simply just want to apologize because that's where I'm at in life.. I want to apologize to those I've done wrong too. I did like you many many years

Wondering where I was I tried to remember more like my name or something else important , But nothing came back. Suddenly a cold hand clamped my shoulder and said ¨Follow me.¨ So I Grabbed my backpack and followed the man through twists and turns passing sweating walls which had a thick substance oozing from it to a hut deep in the maze. On the way there the man said he was sorry

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.