Breya-Personal Narrative

The Narrator feels suffering is something we cannot control and is ridiculous to cry over as she

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.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

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.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

The igniting spark between himself and Camila did not dwindle, everlasting and perpetual; a conundrum yet to unfold.

Over the span of four months, each week I would regularly meet with a former colleague of mine by the name of Terrion Austin. Terrion recently moved from Nebraska to Tennessee, due to his job opening that presented itself that would allow for him to be closer to both him and his wife’s family. Terrion reached out to me over the summer, due to the fact that he was extremely unsure in his faith. He felt that whenever he read the bible he was never felt satisfied once done reading. This frustrated him tremendously. In addition to his frustration, Terrion was often confronted by members from his job that would frequently ask him questions that he did not feel he could answer. Moreover, his inability to answer did not come from a lack of knowing the bible; however, it was quite the opposite. Terrion, like most young Christian, grew up

I kept running I never looked back at what just happened. I can’t believe I did that. Other than regret, nothing went through my mind, but that I need to run and get to Brehamore in three days or I will miss my interview for my job. I just kept running, not paying attention to the sirens, the cars, and yelling behind me. To get to Brehamore now that I missed the bus, the only way is to catch the train that stops at the crossing right behind the woods.

“What do you mean she’s not dead?” The feeling of dread washed over her all over again, as if, she just watched Lila’s body drop once more. “I watched her choke to death in front of the whole town.” Once she finished her sentence the reality of it started to sink in, “I watched her.” She said again, “I-I watched her die.” Tears fell down her cheeks mixing with the rain. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground again, dirtying her dress even further. Trevor closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She raised her fists ready to beat them against his hard chest, but she just let his warmth envelop her. For just a moment, she enjoyed the comfort of a

When she died five years after first symptoms ,the cancer had spread throughout her body over those five years. My mother was very depressed

"Junior year is the year you find out who you really are." That's what I have heard from previous juniors in my two years of high school. I had started to believe they were right but didn't want to settle with it until it happened to me. I have been friends with Ally since we were pre-school age. We had briefly lost touch for the past few years but began to reconnect once we had more classes together. After her first day of softball practice, Ally came to me and said, "Kelsey, the new girl on the softball team, is just so annoying. Like, I can't stand her."

Bailey James Kummet entered my life at the age of eleven. I had met him through a friend, she had forgotten his number and begged me to message him for her later on in the afternoon, I did her the favor expecting that to be the end of it. I would have never thought that this random boy would become such a major part of my life.

As he shoved his luggage into his overhead bin, he took a seat with exhaustion. Remembering all the memories they've had at their grandparents house, when they were little. Now today would be the day to relive all those fun and exciting memories, thought Jamerson. Jamerson knew he could be able to show his Grandma Judy and Grandpa Jona, all the things he's learned from his practices in football, soccer, and basketball. Kaitlyn had finally gotten a flight attendant to come over by her. Kaitlyn began to speak, “Mrs, by any chance do you have wifi on here I could connect to?” The flight attendant Carrie had said, “I'm sorry ma'am we don't, is there anything else I can get you?” Kaitlyn didn't say anything, she sat there in disappointment. Ugh,

Brizia is probably now one of my closest friends, but it wasn’t always that way. We met a couple of days before we started middle school; she was new and I was her first friend. At the beginning of our friendship, I let her take control of our relationship and she manipulated me. She was always popular and used that to her advantage. Because of the vast group of people that wanted to be friends with her, I strived to stay close to her and I would basically do anything that she asked of me. Because of her need of control we drifted apart until a couple of years ago. We have both grown and matured since then.