Brooklyn's Eye-Personal Narrative

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

Walking into Booth Middle School on the first day of seventh grade, all I wanted was a friend. I cared little about whether they would make an impact on my life; as a newcomer to Peachtree City, I was open to befriend anyone. Within the first week, I met Annabelle. I was so preoccupied with the excitement of having a new friend that I was unaware of how greatly she would impact not only my first day, first week, or first year of middle school, but how vastly she would affect my future.

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

It’s the night before the first day of high school. At 1:00AM, Jamie still nervously lies awake on her bed, while thinking about her new chapter in life. Middle school wasn’t the best experience for her, as she was bullied for being “overweight” and being a nerd. Neither boys nor girls liked her for the way she was. Jamie couldn’t wait for high school to start so she could never see them again.

got a night shelter, she did not feel sleepy. Instead she took out her diary and wrote in it.

Heavy raindrops spilled from the gray clouds above and people were scattering in all directions. I remember tightly clenching my mother's wrist out of self-assurance as we continuously bumped into frustrated strangers. "Let's wait this storm out in the local library," she had told me in between shivers. At the craziness of the moment, I wasn't sure if her decision was due to home being five blocks away or my nonstop complaints. I wanted to ask what a library was, but I figured that my question would just add to my mother's stress and annoyance. We stopped before the doors of a typical building that displayed the following words in huge yellow print: "Welcome to the Brooklyn Public Library." I specifically recall breathing a sigh of relief

After what seemed like forever, freshman year was over. It was over and summer was here. Ebonie was so ready for a break from school and all the rumors that still floated around the halls. Her anorexia was still getting worse and still no one knew. She wasn’t going to let anyone find out.

The girls would ride their scooters to school every day. Their lockers were right by each other, and Katie’s was right by Blondie’s locker. First hour, Allie and Caitlin had literacy in Kamble’s class, and Katie had literacy in Thach. The day went on and Allie and Caitlin would go to lunch together and Kt went to advisory. 5th, 6th when by and then came 7th, when Allie and Kt when to Art, making monsters. Lastly comes 8th when Allie and Katie go to Kellems and Caitlin goes to gym or band. The day ends and they all ride home.

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

It was eerily calm at six in the morning in Los Angeles, California, even more so than usual. The most popular girls were just now waking up and getting ready to start primping themselves for their first day of sophomore year. Usually the ringleader of their group would text them really early in the morning asking to see a picture of what they were wearing so they wouldn’t “embarrass” themselves. When the girls got up and looked at their IPhones, they were surprised to find a text from Arianna that said, “HELP! Someone is in my house calling my name with something sharp in his hands.” The girls started to wonder who would hurt Arianna. As soon as Jasmine, Adeline, Aubrey, and Maya got to Arianna’s house they felt a pang of fear hit them where they’ve never felt pain before. They slowly walk into her house, hand in hand, and tiptoe up the grand staircase. When they reach the top they see Arianna’s door is shut what looks to be firmly. Adeline said she would go in first, while all the other girls were holding their breath expecting the worst. Adeline opens the door and freezes with a look of utter fear on her face. They swing the door open, and see blood splattered on the ground, on the silk queen sized bed, and strands of Arianna’s beautiful long golden-blonde hair laying on her pillow. They didn’t know what to do right then, so they rushed out of her house and hurried to school.

Of the year 1975, within Philadelphia, the champ become victorious, knocking out my hopes, dreams, and memory. That moment had played about a thousand times in my head, giving me guilt of not trying hard enough. Both me and my pockets were empty, with and exeption of a rusty old dime. Ignoring these shameful incidents, I have accepted reality and truth to conclude the fight is not only during the match. I have risen up from the dark pit to grasp the glory within the rings. Of tomorrow, that positive feeling has caused me to run to the boxing gym of the early morning. Despite the anger and pain, I fought overnight with sweat dripping down my face as I slowly rose out of my unwanted

One day Brooklynn and her family went to the huge pumpkin farm. And on the way they hear a big boom in the corn fields. Brooklynn went into pumpkin farm and had a hard time finding the perfect pumpkin. She finally found the pumpkin she wanted and went home to carve the pumpkin. On the way home in the back it starts to glow and nobody notices how much it is starting to glow. When they get home her brother Ethan saw the pumpkin and wanted to have it for himself, Then Brooklynn found out he wanted to have the pumpkin and she didn’t like that he wanted it. They started fighting for hours and it went on and off and it never stopped for days and finally they stopped. Brooklynn had won and took it to her room and hid it if Ethan wanted to steal it from her. Meanwhile Lilly,