Braxon-Personal Narrative

Some of the conversation consisted of us being very annoyed at the fact people could not pronounce Ryan Beatty’s name correctly.

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.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

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.

I was born in beautiful city ludhiana and the place was full of life and wonders i spent may whole childhood there. I still remember a lot of thing that happened when i was child some memories are so bad that it seems that that it occurred few days back. one incident i remembered from my childhood is that i owned a dog named bravo, bravo was 8 year old. I have many memories with him , when bravo always knew when i am sick or not feeling well he use to come to me , rest his face on my knees an stay that way and always be my side when i am not in great place mentally. He is timid and very intelligent boy as bravo's death come uninvited and unexpected and made my life miserable. As bravo was so adorable playful, energetic and above all my best

"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."

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

There are only two people in this school who I can enjoy hanging around in school, not including Hope or Felix of course. Those two people were Cendric and Silica. They where twins who had moved to this area just a few years ago. They both shared hobbies with me, including reading, VRMMO's, anime, and above all some peace and quiet. Nothing beats some peace and quiet every once in a while.

When i was in 7th grade i met a 6'5 lady named shannon. She impacted my life for the 2 years i got to know her. Shannon was not only a giant but a gentle giant, she had glowing personality, kind heart, everything about her is what i strive to be.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

I still recall the balmy November afternoon, when the sun revealed flights of kestrels in the deep blue sky and made the lens of my camera flare. I knew that day would be wonderful, albeit it was rare for a day spent in the swamplands to be anything but. The photographic opportunities seemed endless and the small white-breasted body of the sandpiper was right within my grasp, or the viewfinder of my camera, at the very least. It was also the day I met a very interesting character by the name of Jim Saddler, composed yet excitable. Wise beyond his years. The moment he arrived on my doorstep, I knew we were two kindred spirits, united in our keen eye for birds. I must admit, I was unsure of what the nature of our relationship would be. The possibility

Fade In:​Ext. Castle Fisher - NightWe open on dark night, the air is cold and the full moon is just starting to peak out from behind the clouds. There is a grand castle sitting atop a hill, which overlooks the North Sea. At the base of the hill we see a mob of poor villagers walking toward the castle gates. The countless villagers are illuminated by the glow of their torches, as they are seen carrying an assortment of tools and weapons toward the castle. TITLE CARD: England, 1838Cut To:Int. Castle Hallway - NightKARL is seen dashing down a decadent hallway, the only light comes from the candles surrounding him on either side of the hall. KARL is in a state of terror, as he hops down a flight of stairs and makes his way toward a pair of grand

Performing Arts Company, the theatre program through Gull Lake, is an okay place to be. People get to show off their talents, express themselves, and there’s obviously an awful lot of messing around. When we aren’t being absolutely and completely productive and professional, we play, and screw off as most clubs do. There's dozens of inside jokes that if most people heard them they would completely question what even goes on at PAC. My two favourite running jokes are from the Mook Mook/Neff Neff fiasco, and the “What does a year taste like?” craze. The Director, Mr. Jonathan Kind, is extremely done with the “What does a year taste like?” joke and he's beginning to scare me a little, so I'll just explain Mook Mook/Neff Neff.

The nearly full moon is beginning its rise above the distant tree line, bathing the Night Defensive Position in a warm, luminescent glow when the word is passed down. There’s an incoming B-52 strike and we should take shelter in our bunkers. In an adjacent bunker, a fellow platoon member, Poole, states factually, “This is gonna be a close one.” How the hell does he know, I ask myself? And then I get it. If we’re ordered underground, it’s because of debris from the bombing. Cursing under my breath, I quickly pinch the glowing ash from a fresh lit joint between my thumb and forefinger and stash it in the chest pocket of my jungle fatigue. Instinctively my eyes narrow and glance skyward as the dilated pupils struggle to focus. Miles above me and separated by what appears to be great distances are… one… two… three… small, sequentially pulsating, crimson lights, spaced equidistance among the backdrop of the stars and moonlit sky. There they are I say to myself. This ain’t no fuckin’ drill!