Camie-Personal Narrative

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

“Yeah,” Zack responded with some sparkle in his eye. “I’m sure Ben and Zoe will join her.”

We walked out the door one by one, then John had hurdled into the driver’s seat. Brandie went in after him on the passenger side and bounced onto the seat. Brianna and I had bounded into the two back doors of the car. We waited for the all cars to pass us, for it is being ten o’clock at night it was really busy. Then we went and drove off to Rock C’s down the road by mcdonald's also acrossed the street from our home.

“yeah, yeah,’ smiled Abby. Abby was on her way. She was running a little late but it was okay Caleb would not care. Abby hopped into her black Mustang and headed for Caleb’s house. It was very stormy and hard to see much of the road. Abby drove very carefully. Caleb didn’t live more than fifteen miles away but to get to his house Abby still had to drive on the highway. After about fifteen minutes Marcus headed out in his mom’s car since Abby took the Mustang. The storm was getting worse now he then got a text. It was from Caleb and it said, “Are you guys coming?’ that scared Marcus. Abby should have almost been there. Marcus kept driving and was hoping Abby would make it. He looked down as he got another message but couldn’t open it until he passed the canyon. He drove past the canyon then looked at the text and it was from Caleb again. The text read, “Are you guys okay?’. This time Marcus replied, “Yes, Abby should be there any minute I will be there a little later.” It probably wasn’t the smartest idea for Marcus to be texting but he couldn’t help it he was way worried. Marcus was now driving really fast trying to get to Caleb’s. He would be able to see Abby along the road if she needed help or something. He drove and drove and couldn’t find her. Finally, he got to Caleb’s house. Abby still was not there. Marcus was freaking out. Caleb called him down. Then Marcus’ phone started ringing. “Hello” said Marcus. Caleb could hear Mrs.

Staring at blank space in the dark. Tucked under my covers, tear stains on my face. Red as a tomato itself. I couldn't comprehend why was I was being punished. I did everything right, everything that you could think of. Mistakes were made here and there but as for myself, I was a good person. I know that everyone's worried. Till this day I cried and cried every night to a cold empty pillow where he use to lay wondering how. Memories floods my mind with every object that comes across my sight. Reminiscing as if it were yesterday. In my 2014 Chevy Malibu laughing, enjoying what God created. I smiled, a smile that stretched across my face as the cool autumn breeze kissed my skin. Staring at the most beautiful human being I could ever imagine.

I answered, “ Yeah.” After we had that small talk we went to class. After class we went home and tried not to act weird again and we didn’t. I was worried if the night men would catch us and kill us. We had our supper and went to bed. The next morning I saw Mr. Morrison and he told us the story on how he got in a fight and told us, “Sometimes you need to get in a fight.” I thought to myself, sometime we have to tell mama about the bus and that we did it. I went to tell Cassie and Stacey about my thoughts and I did and I asked them “ Do you think we should tell mama about the bus?”

I make my way through the heap of seniors. Groups of friends crying at their lockers. Talks of college. I open my locker and my best friend, Ethan, walks up to me. He talks to me as I gather my stuff from my locker.

In the year 2008, I attended elementary school enrolled in the third grade. I enjoyed outdoor activities with a burning passion, and I had many friends. One weekend my best friend Dimitri slept-over at my house, and he and I decided to go on a bike ride with my younger brother. Unfortunately we only had two helmets that functioned properly, but since I always put friends first, I gave my helmet to Dimitri. We were having a great time racing up and down the block until my brother found a pair of rusty broken scissors lying on the side of the road. An awful idea entered his mind at that moment and he decided to throw the scissors at me. During his first attempt he missed and I sped away and yelled at him. Ignoring me, he threw them and missed

So in that extra ten minutes that I had stepped on to the freezing cold hardwood floor and ran to my bathroom to get ready. I could already smell the crispy bacon and scrambled eggs that I was going to have with my mom. After we finished we stepped out the door, and pulled into John Bluff’s High school. Where my best friend in the whole world Riley Ackerman was waiting for me in her dark blue jean shorts, and a purple striped shirt. While Riley and I were walking and talking down the hallway of lockers we saw someone. Someone that I don't think that I have seen before. Riley leaned over to me and said that his name was Justin

A couple days after, it was the day of the concert and Alex had woke up to a text from Cara, reading. ”Good morning hope your ready cause I know I am. Just wondering when your gonna pick me up? See ya soon.” With a smile on his face, Alex got dressed and was out the door, into the car, and on the way to Cara’s. From there it was all about the concert and all about Cara.

I tried my hands on a digital camera but I didn’t enjoy it. In fact, I got lazy in my photography. I became unmindful. I will never go back to using a digital camera.

"Ouch!" I say waking up on the carpet floor in Jade's (kinda small) room in Detroit. I get back on the bed and push her off after three tries still half asleep. "Hey! What was that for!" She shouted at me."You pushed me off first," I simply told her. "Come on it's Saturday let's go to Conners house," I called to her running out of her house as if I'm a speed demon. "Slow down!" She called trying to catch up to me, so I stop for a minute. We finally get to conner's house and I knock, Riley (his little brother) answers the door as usual. "Hey, is Conner here?" Jade politely asked him. "Yeah, why?" He asked us. "It's Saturday, why do you think we're here?" I ask back with a light laugh. "Oh yeahhhhh, I thought it was Sunday." He lets us in and

“Oh really.” Bret said pushing me in the seat behind me and I fell on Jess. She pushed me off in disgust as everyone else started laughing. “Well what are you gonna do?”

Once we went inside the house, it seemed like the typical party scene I’d witnessed in every movie. We were getting more attention than usual and a lot of people came up to talk to us. We were having fun. Near the end of the night, Bradley Jameson approached us. He was one of the nicest guys in our class. Even though he was very wealthy and good-looking, he didn’t flaunt it. Beth had always found him cute. When he asked her to go somewhere quiet to talk she tried to keep her excitement from showing but she failed when she replied yes in a chirpy voice. Once she was gone I missed her company but continued to chat with different people who had always ignored me at school. Thirty minutes turned to one hour and I started to get a bit worried because I couldn’t find her anywhere. Soon this feeling of concern (because you used worried in the

Vanessa took the last step off of the bus. The doors swooshed behind her, and the instant they closed, the bus took off. To the left of her, she saw Becca and Steven chatting away. Or maybe just Becca talking off Steven’s ear. She sighed. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention, that Steven did not care to have a girlfriend. He just wanted sports. But Becca still tried hard to impress someone, that clearly wasnt impressed. Either way she felt bad for the poor boy.