Ben Roberts-Personal Narrative

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

One Monday morning young Joseph Russell was lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning. He was rolling around because he had a nightmare about LeBron and the Cavaliers would destroy Golden State in game 5 of the NBA finals. Joseph was in so much shock he began to profusely sweat. Before he knew it his room began to fill with sweat. Unfortunately, Joseph did not know how to swim and was soon submerged in sweaty water. Joseph immediately yelled out “My water wings from my 6th birthday,” which had been last week. He swam to his closet and found them, putting them on while struggling to breathe. He rose to the surface, gasped for air and managed to get out of his room into the hallway. Josephs father, Owen, was so furious about his room being filled with

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

Then he leaped far out into the sea, Rainsford plunged his head under the water to avoid the sweeping gaze of General Zaroff. Seconds turned into minute, and minutes turned 30. The Cossack was still there, sitting under the shade of the trees drinking from a flask.

"C'mon Lenick...Keep your chin up" As Chance says as he proceeds to fight his student. "I haven't given up before Chancellor, I won't start now." Lenick then throws a punch to Chance. Chance dodges the punch and takes Lenick's arm, throwing him onto the ground. "You are getting to predictable young apprentice. You have to learn to notice your opponent's maneuvers, not let your opponents see yours. That's what it takes to become a Specialist." Lenick gets back up and ready's himself so does Chance. As Lenick is about to strike, The final bell rings, Chance goes to a rest position, "That is today's class." Chance then walks over to Lenick, "Remember what we talked about, make sure you study your opponent before they have the chance to study you."

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

Last night was a wonderful night.I went to sleep with a huge smell on my face because.Red chief was missing I didn’t care WOOW.My leg was shaking bad I knew I had to use the bathroom.Bark Bark Bark what is wrong with my little poop poop.I said so I look out my craker window soon as I saw Red chief run over my trash can chashing my little poop poop around with an baseball bat soon as I.open my window Red cheif run over my trash can I said.Red cheif go home and go to sleep before I.call the police and make sure you don’t come back to bother us anymore. When I said that Red chief come back with some heat he threw.His baseball bat at my window and shatter it then said you go to sleep you old bagged yelled Red chief and run off soon.As Red chief

Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.

I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started

This was the last town we had to cover. I whooped as it came into sight. One more town and then I could go home to my dear ol’ ma and pa, my Louise. Everyone was optimistic, laughin’ and messin’ around, ready to go home.

Last weekend, I was supposed to celebrate my friend Travis’s for his birthday and we are having an airsoft war. But, he was down at nationals in Kentucky shooting archery. My mom messed the date up and it turns out that it is this weekend. We went to Kaschmitters to pick out pigs for the Benton County fair, and I pick out a red pig. In my group, I was the only one that picked out a red pig out of the ten pigs. Then it was time to mow the lawn, which our yard is one acre. The grass was so tall on the mount, the lawnmower plugged and killed. After the lawn was mowed, I was able to bring home my dirt bike, and ride it around for a couple hours. I rode it in our yard, driveway, hay fields, and in the pit. My dirt bike was acting up, I think there

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

Run, jump, hide, run. That’s what Ben’s life consisted of for the past 2years as a criminal. They say you don’t chose the life of crime and that it chooses you, but for him it was the complete opposite. He chose it. Ben brought himself into this mess because he wanted to. Only being 17 years old he had robbed over 10 stores, assaulted 6 people, and broke into 14 houses. Ben was the adventurous, trouble making friend who everyone knew they shouldn’t be affiliated with but still stuck with him throughout his crazy schemes. Especially his partner in crime, Fiona. Fiona was cautious about her decisions and was more mature. Ben was just as smart as her, but he kept his wittiness a secret and turned it into a mystery. But, this time might be his last robbery. Her partner in crime had robbed 3 houses in the neighborhood next to them and had beat up a man who tried to stop him. Never before had he been caught but this time seemed more odd than

Ben held his hand out, not sure what to expect. The woman had lost her mother less than five minutes ago, and stabbed a man to death. It probably wasn’t the start to a day that Sky was accustomed to, and he should have known that she wouldn’t just jump into his arms, and accept his offer of help without question. However, underneath his unsympathetic demeanour, Ben wasn’t as lacking in empathy as it might seem. It was just that he was aware they wouldn’t be safe until they’d distanced themselves from the house, and the best way to achieve that goal was to try to not allow Sky the time to become preoccupied with thoughts about her dead mother. That, and tending to her wounds could wait.

He was watching her intently with his seawater eyes and she felt her nerves loosening. Laying his hands over her left hand he rested it on her leg. Stroking the smooth skin, she would have purred if she had been a cat. He was a miracle balm to her. He nodded, smiling. He mouthed, “fantastic!” then he winked. She was feeling less than confident, but he certainly soothed her ruffled nerves.