Calia Brown-Personal Narrative

One afternoon, right after the final bell of the day had rung, I was at my locker, packing up my things quickly to make the bus on time. As I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, it collided with someone who I didn’t realize was standing directly behind me. I barely had enough time to register what had just happened before one of my friends yelled “Ouch! F* you Emma!” I was so surprised that someone could have said something so mean to me that I ran out of school and onto the bus. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned against the window, trying to process my feelings on what the person I thought was my friend had said to me. Almost immediately I concluded that my friend must now hate me and that I shouldn’t hang out with him any more because he’d yell at me.

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.

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

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.

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

Cali catlin had always hated ugly pirate ship's that is buried with its odd, obnoxious old abandoned cabin. It was a place where she felt angry.

Sitting with my laptop in the front room of my house, I nervously wait for one of my church youth leaders to arrive. Family pictures smile from the wall above the dusty piano and colorful patterns burst from pillows thrown haphazardly on the old, brown couch. At last, I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, revealing a woman standing at the door. Seeing her cheerful smile, I begin to relax. What was I so worried about? This is Emily Wilson, an amazing, wonderful woman. I lead her over to sit on the couch, taking my place across from her. Despite her apology for being so “gross” in her purple tank top and black workout leggings, she has an aura of confidence and cheerfulness that leaves no room for my own nerves.

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

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.

Skylar Evans walked down the corridor to her next class, math. She's always loved math; she loves the fact that math is an everyday priority, so She need to learn as much as she can as soon as possible. As she sat in her chair in a middle row, her so-called-boyfriend, Chris, entered the room. Considering he's a senior, he shouldn't be in there. When he spotted her, a smirk shadowed his lips. He casually walked over to her, taking an empty chair next to her.

Zoe, Zoe Sunny Conti was the most popular and prettiest at Pinnacle high school at least that was what she thought. Her father was one wealthy man, he owned a company and Zoe had fancy expensive clothing and the newest iphone with nice luxurious cars that her father owned, she, herself owned a Range Rover. Though she was known well at school there was another girl her name was Kaylee Chloe Parsons her ex-bestie, their whole friendship ended because of a guy that they both liked, which the guy moved to Oregon the next year. Anyway back to Zoe and Kaylee, stopped being friends sophomore year and they always try to be better than one another in everything, throwing the better party, looking the best, having the most expensive brand clothing, dating the “hotter” guy, everything even P.E. dodgeball. Kaylee wasn't her enemy this time as the days went on. One day her dad got home she was in the living room watching a movie while she looked at her dad and he looked sad, upset just not in the bestest of the mood, she wondered why this must of been

In Amicalola falls, me and my cousin Tamara were hiking on the trail. I turned to Tamara and said,

Just at that moment I was feeling some what comfortable in my skin, there was a startling clanging of the bell in the distance that made my heart want to race back home. Fear rushed into my body as I wrapped my arms around my brother holding on with all my might. I could just imagine how he must have felt, but he never said a word. As we were making our way to his class line, I heard a loud screeching voice pierce my ears with pain. “Excuse me boy, you need to get to your class line right now.” Not realizing she was speaking to me, I continued to stay with my brother. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing I did. The old, thin, wrinkled skin lady started marching in my direction holding a piece of bamboo in her hands. She glared at me and repeated even louder with more authority. “Get to your class line at once.”

The last bell rang signaling that the day was over. I walked over to my locker and grabbed the things I needed for doing homework. I closed my locker and walked down the hall and saw Henry and his gang Bullying the losers club. I walked over and asked "Henry do I need to knock you on your ass? Again?" Soon as the question left my lips his face turned red. Then I asked "Do you guys really have nothing to do with your lives other than to bully the same four boys everyday?" The three boys stood there staring at me not knowing what to do or even say. I looked over to Patrick and saw that he was glaring at Richie. I shrugged and turned to the four boys behind me and asked "Do you guys want to come hang out with me at my house?" They nodded grabbed their bikes and walked over to me. I looked over to Henry and the other three and gave them sarcastic bitchy smile and walked with the guys until we were out of Bowers sight and I said "See you guys later." They waved knowing that I asked them if they wanted to come over just to get Henry to leave them alone.When I made it home I crashed I threw my bag on the floor and laid on the couch and fell asleep.