Borrowed-Personal Narrative

Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

My dizziness made my brain spun all around. As I walked, my balance started to weaken. However, I forcefully tried to walk into the house quickly to call for helped, but I kept falling on the ground. So, I grasped the ground firmly to get up and started to head toward the house again. Automatically I already knew I had a severe reaction from the wasp sting. subsequently, I got to the house and my family members saw me how I was and were worried about me. Instantly, someone started to carry me to a different location to remove the venom from my neck.

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

When the men finally made their way over to us, one man, tall, skin in size, about a quarter of the muscle tone of my pa’pa pushed him into the wall, while another, shorter in stature, with bright blue eyes, the color of sapphire, hit my father from behind. My father fell to the ground, blood dripping down his face, looking hopeless and feeble. I felt so discouraged, the only thing I could do was weep. My father, on the ground, turned to us and told us to run and we did. Half the way to the house, all I could think about was how hopeless I was and how much I wanted to help, but could not. After all that was my father back there, my friend, my protector, my pa’pa. When we finally made it to the porch of our house, we were out of air and I was about ready to collapse. My brother finally mustered up the energy to tell my mother and uncle what happen.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

The first week, during the youth conference, they were stinging me all over, even inside my clothes.

Then a hear their rhinoceros footsteps stampeding from the living room to the kitchen table. Once the two rhinos get situated, our youngest leads us into prayer before we dig in. After the prayer and dinner, the boys helped me wash the dishes and amidst of doing this we get a knock on the door. I beat the two to the door and on the other side is some guy who claims he’s from the hospital that our dad is in. He’s light skinned, blue eyed, crooked teeth man with a slim figure wearing a blue uniform shirt with light brown pants and an ID card hanging around his neck. He asks me if he can come in, I allow him. He tells me he’s Nathan and that he’d like to talk to the adult in

Buzz!What was that.I think its a wasp.No.Its a bee because that nest is a bee hive.Lets go tell mom.She will know what to do.We went home and told mom.She told us she couldn't do any thing.When we went back we saw a truck with a lot of people doing some sort of expiramint.Then something horrible happened.THEN THE TRUCK TIPPED OVER.

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

Then the huge, ugly, repulsive lady ripped off her mask and unzipped her clothes and my dad popped out. My dad laughed and laughed he then said,

“Ok mom I’m going to Kevin’s room really quick”. One day after school I went to my brothers room, knowing he didn’t like it when I went in there. I heard him coming up the stairs so I panicked. I ran out of his room only to run straight into him, he started to get mad asking me why I was in there but in didn’t say anything back to him.

My parents were out on a date. My older brother was talking to his friends. Everything was perfect until I heard the doorbell suddenly ring. My brother looked at me and we locked eyes. We knew, oh we knew it was Jake who had come for me. My brother looked out the keyhole. Eyes shining, mouth widening (absolutes), Jake stared back at my brother. He knocked hardly and demanded we open up. Both of us ran hurriedly upstairs and stayed in my brothers room till my parents got back. When they returned, my parents were horrified, my mom especially wanted to leave town but my dad was confident that this would maybe pass over in a few

After something invades the nest, they will be chased by bumblebees for a very long distance. Bumblebee stings are very painful. The pain and swelling lasts for a few days. Contrary to popular belief, bumblebee’s stingers are smooth, so they do not get caught in the skin and fall off. This means that bumblebees can sting multiple times.

I squeezed my eyes shut and put my hands over them just in case. The bug repellint felt like a cool mist of wind blowing in my face. Then we began to retret but they would not go away and all I heard was the annoying buzz from the army of mosquitos. When we got back I looked like a big mosquito bite but it

“ Everyone be still it's going to be okay !“ My dad kept saying. I looked around in shock and saw my brother with glass all over his body. I seen blood On his arm. ( later to be just a scratch )