Breaking Up-Personal Narrative

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

Hi guys! This past weekend we were graced with a much needed fall break. After a few weeks of constant studying, it was nice to have a four day weekend to sit back and relax. After my two tests on Friday I drove seven hours to meet my dad and my girlfriend's dad in Pittsfield Illinois for a few day hunting trip at a lease that my dad has. It was a long drive, but it was worth it when I arrived to a 16oz prime rib at one of my favorite restaurants, the Red Dome. Unfortunately the corn and soybeans had not yet been cut around our farm so we did not see as many deer as usual, but we still had fun and relaxed for a few days.

"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.

Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would

In June, My friend Alex and I where at my house playing videos games on a saturday night, as I was also texting Jayde Gough at that time. She texted me telling me she didn't have a place to sleep after the party and asked me if she could stay over. Alex and I drove to St. Jacobs where the party was held and ended and picked her up and drove back to the house. All three of us went down into the basement and I brought my matress from my bed into the main room and also blew up an air matress, Jayde and I were laying on the matress from my room, and Alex was on the air matress. All three of us were watching Netflix. My Dad called down the steps and asked Jayde if she wanted to sleep in the spare bedroom up stairs, and she replied with "No thanks"

Yelling, screaming, objects being thrown. When I was in the second grade my parents decided they were going to get a divorce. I was a young childish boy at the time and my brother was just about to begin his teenage years. My brother and I believed that this day might come. We thought this might happen because of many reasons. They started spending less and less time with each other, they always seemed sort of short when they were talking, and they stopped sleeping in the same room. We might not have had it that bad compared to others, but our experience was not the best. We always knew when they were about to start fighting. My mom would say, “Can you and your brother go down to the basement for a little bit.” This meant that my mom and dad were about to get into some heated argument. Even though we were in the basement, that didn’t stop us from being able to hear the gruesome conversation going on above our heads. Once they broke the news to us, it took a while, but we realized it was for the better.

So I was talking to my friend Ryker on 5th street the same street I live on when out of the blue I heard B OOM.one of my brother and sister daycare provider gave me ride to where the sound was coming from. I asked him what was going on he responded “if you heard that crash that was your cousin hit van” I replied by saying “her breaks weren’t working that well an…” he stopped me “you were watching her” I responded back by say “I told her not to RIDE DOWN HILL. But she didn’t listen to me and I knew something like that happen if she didn’t listen to me” replied “should of told your papa” I said “I know”.

Breakups are hard, to say the least. It’s a similar idea to being addicted to some sort of drug and going through withdraw. Well, that would be in the most extreme of cases, anyways. Many people deal with breakups in different ways. What is generally expected would be a lot of crying and maybe some anger mixed in. Some people are calm about it, to the point of it showing no effect to them. Usually, I would see myself being the calm person, yet I find myself in my ex’s closet, looking out on an empty room in an attempt to see whatever he could be doing.

Hello from the bloody cold north!!! to day was -12C and with wind chill it was -20"c, that's bloody cold in Fahrenheit !!!

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

Immediately I ran back to my room and locked it. "I need to call the police!" That was the first thing I did. I was looking for my phone when I realize I left it in the living room.

When I arrived at 6:45 LJ was in her room reading a book. I knocked on LJ's door and spoke to her about her day. LJ informed me she had her 5 pm medication and ate dinner. LJ and I went to Northern Dancer house to grab burn creame. LJ was grumpy while at the house because she wanted to go home and take a shower. She informed me that she was not content with having to wait because she needed to shower and go to bed. She informed me she had church in the morning. I informed LJ it should not be much longer and that we had to wait until Northern Dancer's staff returned. LJ calmed down and was content when we left. LJ was aggravated because the door was locked and staff did not have a key. I spoke to LJ and calmed her down, and she was fine. LJ

Sixth grade year is expected to be a wonderful transition from "little kid" to mature-ish adolescent, but for me it wasn't.

Heartbroken or not, there was no way in hell I was going to school tomorrow. There was no way I was going to school after Jonathan broke up with me in front of all my friends and then proceeded to push me into a pool. Our short lived relationship was more of a fling, if you can even have a fling without kissing or anything. Anytime we’d try something he would start praying at me, telling me the big man in the sky wouldn’t approve. I thought it was ridiculous. But not only did Jonathan break up with me and push me into pool, he pushed me into a pool when I had a white shirt on. I didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to face the whole junior class who had seen through the stupid white shirt that I wasn’t even planning on wearing.

From the first time it never got easier. There were still times when my dad would walk in on me crying. Everyone has a heart break in their life. Mine just so happened to be the one I thought would never leave, and the one I had planned my future with. July 16th, 2016 was the first day Brandon came to hangout with me, and the day i knew would change everything for me. Honestly, there was no other excitement in the world that could top the way my heart raced that day. He pulled up to the driveway in a black dodge megacab. Not knowing what how the night would play out I quietly jumped in the truck and we started a very basic conversation and surprisingly we both couldn't stop smiling. We headed to champaign to go to the car demolition since his family was running in it. That night after the demo’s we went to his house and he had talked me into sitting down right beside him so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and of course i said yes. Looking back now I should’ve said no.