An Excerpt From 'Capter 23': Personal Narrative

" The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams."- Oprah Winfrey. This quote meant a lot to a 13 year old youngster named Jared, who lived in the most impoverished town within Cambodia. To be quite specific, Jared resided in an old, rusty village, during the year of 2001, that he'd been living in since birth. His greatest aspiration in life was to become a geneticist. However, he did have a few roadblocks, such as poverty, and zero education. Whenever unoccupied, he strived to pay his Grandma Seda a visit at her senior citizen home, which was funded through the Cambodian government. Speaking of her, Grandma Seda was 96 year old lady and happened to be the grandmother of Jared. She was located at a senior citizen home 20 miles away from Jared's home. Six months ago she was diagnosed with leukemia and slow organ failure. Since her diagnosing, her health has been deteriorating rapidly.

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

So he searched all through the day looking for the camp when he found it. It was a mess. There was a water can, with the bottom smashed out of it, the stove was all busted in with a rock, and there were nothing of any kind that could be used. But as he was about to leave, he saw a tin case above the entrance. It had a lock on it, so he got a rock and busted the lock. As he opened it, he saw a snake. He threw the tin case in a corner, and soon discovered that the thing in the case wasn?t a snake, it was a slingshot. He also noticed that the slingshot was a very nice slingshot with rubber tubes connecting to the frame, and the frame also had a slight different feature. It had an arm brace. So Ben decided that he would leave that in the camp for a while and look for some water. When he got outside, he looked around and saw some sort of a catch basin where there looked like dirty but drinkable water. So he started to go towards it. When he was about 100 yards from the catch basin, he heard some shots. He looked to his right and saw Madec with the jeep out in the desert. So, Ben started to run towards the catch basin, but ended up giving up when he was shot in the cheek and in the arm. He walked away thinking that he would come back there in the night when Madec couldn?t see him. So he fell asleep to get some rest and was awoken to see Madec shoveling out all the water into the sand and see it evaporate even before it hits the

The group all agreed that we should keep moving and try and find some food. A little while later we arrived at the river, hoping and praying that we would find something to eat or drink. We were driving up the bank of the river when I spotted something shiny behind a few of the trees. I pulled up closer and figured out that there was a bunch of supplies and food! I yelled at the others to come over and see what I had found. We all got off our vehicles and started rading through the pile of stuff. We found quite a few weapons, a bunch of tasty food, and a water filter device. After a quick snack we started thinking about what to do next. We all came to an agreement and decided that we should camp out another night and then head out in the

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

The front parking lot was full. I just couldn’t get a break. I drove around to the back and found a spot behind the depot. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel. If Mother caught me there’d be no mercy, but as long as I made it to the hospital to see my dad, I didn’t care. I said a quick prayer for courage, and exited the

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

When I first went on the Mayor’s website and glanced at some of the internship opportunities I was extremely excited. I had just become a member of TISL and knew that the legislative research would be a perfect fit for me, but reality soon set in. I would not be applying for the internship and even if I wanted to I would not be in Nashville this summer to participate. At that point it was like a flip switched and I began to loos interest in the project. With that being said I knew my biggest obstacle would not just be the vagueness, but motivating myself in completing the work not just on time but giving it my full effort.

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

I don’t remember a time without them; they have always been there to watch us. All of them seem as if they could be their own beings with their own eye bulging from a conical shield of thin glass the color of dark midnight blue. I’ve never seen a road, park, or even a single room without a Capturer in one of its dismal corners. All of our city is monitored day and night. If anyone is doing anything abnormal, one of the ominous eyes is bound to see it. I had never seen someone Captured in person before today. The Capturers automatically broadcasted all of the footage live on all the ghostly holographic televisions, but I’d only learned about Captures during school.

From a very young age, You’d see me sitting down at the coffee table with nothing more than scraps of notebook paper and my trusty crayons. I’d just sit there and let my mind run wild with whatever it was on my mind. At a young age, that wasn’t too hard to do. My folks would always applaud me on my work with such enthusiasm that it sparked a flare inside me. As the years went on, I got more involved through online communities like deviantart. I was exposed to different styles and genres as well as artists. There was this one particular artist that stood out the most to me. He was this Independent artist who went by the name Peter Mohrbacher. Mr. Mohrbacher did these really neat illustrations depicting these other worldly beings. His brilliance

I woke up the next morning hearing whistles blaring and some people pushing us all out. Then I saw another man still laying there and he was dead. So u took everything I could use off of him and bolted for the exit. When we were outside, they randomly selected people to be brought to block 25 which was right across from my shed. In there, there were windows with bars across them and a door only to be opened from the outside. They loaded all the people from every shed that were chosen into the block. In the block, they stayed there until they all starved to death and then it was my job to clean them all out and clear the block for the next killing.

The memory of Mr.S is outstanding. He can remember long lists and important information all in his brain using mnemonic strategies. Imagine how this incredible power affected his life. In other cases it could be helpful on test or other circumstances that are important in childhood and adulthood. Although this would be a lot to store in your mind Mr.S didnt realize it. In my opinion this incredible memory would affect my life and I believe it affects his too.

I was going for a run even though I was super out of shape. I saw Frank Porter running. At the orchard when he told me he wanted me to help him run I didn’t think that he actually wanted to. He saw me and stopped me. Then he asked if I wanted to run with him so I agreed. Then he asked about when I was at the orchard and asked me if I was alone; he asked where Sloane was. We were really close to his house and he wanted to race; I beat him. We went inside because he was going to give me a water but then we heard his parents fighting so I left. I was at work and this girl came running in and she looked very upset.; it turns out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend. The worst part was they all worked together at the

Narrator - Allison and her parents made the decision that she would be attending Rogers New Tech; however, none of them were prepared for the changes that Allison would begin experiencing.