Carmyn-Personal Narrative

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

Florence and Isabella were the most welcoming residents at the Mary Manning Walsh Home. Florence and I always played bingo with each other and would usually win. I would take her to her room telling her what it’s like at Xavier High School. Florence found it great that Xavier makes us do Christian Service and she recommends all of us to come to the Mary Manning Walsh Home. She stood out to me because she was always open. Florence made it easy to be open with her after she told her story about herself. She was so kind and always had a smile on her face even if she was going through hard times. Florence would always pray for me and I remember to pray for her. Isabella was another woman I had a deep connection with. I learned a lot from this woman because she taught me to be more thankful in life. She told me to pray every night and to see God in everything. Isabella and I would talk a lot about religion but we talked about colleges as well. Most of her family went to Villanova including her and she would tell me about her college experience. This woman stood out to me because I feel I saw Jesus in her. Isabella seemed so close to Jesus and every time she was present to me, there was a spiritual feeling around her. With people like Isabella, there was agape love at Mary Manning Walsh Home with all the

After checking on dinner Katt calls for KeVonna. the youngest of the girls however she was 9 years older than Kyngston the baby boy. Happy to be called away from her sisters bickering over who helped the most in the house. Knowing She never could seriously argue on her own behalf. "Yeah momma!" she gleamed as she looked at the food being prepared. her large eyes smiling with excitement. under a huge messy bun of curly hair were plump cheeks on a round face helped convey a youthful look of innocence. She was skilled at using it o her advantage as Katt found it difficult to look at her and stay angry. KeVonna having to always say what's on her mind without thinking usually got away with it. actually everyone let her get away with a lot of things.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see it. Wyatt carries the priceless shark tooth necklace she gave him, locked away somewhere unknown. Hannah carries the cheap but meaningful books that she gave her, unread but still valued. Her mother carries the candy she gave her, hard but sweet, a reflection of her soul. Something they all carried in common, was that they all carried something that was given; taking turns, they carried pieces of her shattered heart.

Brendon is in the motel room after a show. They're in northern Oregon, and there's

It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always this bald and beautiful. I, like many other young men, was a victim of a vicious receding hairline. Me being so young, I fell victim to a plethora of cruel jokes, I mean let’s face it, not many sixteen-year-old girls swoon over a young boy with the hairline like their fathers. I was constantly ragged on by family, friends, strangers, and anyone else with a working pair of eyes. Thus, I grew to be very self-conscious about my hairline, or lack thereof. Then that all changed one day with a mirror and a razor. Looking back at it, I can’t help but laugh and smile when I think about the days when all I wanted was a full head of hair.

During the second to last week of summer, I traveled with my family to Cedar Point. Cedar Point is a sprawling amusement park with a wide variety of thrill rides, roller coasters, water slides, and entertainment. The park is located near Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio. It is the second oldest amusement park in the United States, as it opened 1871. Cedar Point is considered by many to be the “Roller Coaster Capital of the World” because of its record breaking seventy-one thrill rides which includes a total of sixteen roller coasters. I had been to Cedar Point two times before but this was my first time going back in three years. I was excited for the trip because there were many new rides and coaster that I had not

I caused Greg to break his hand without any remorse at the time. Greg was a high school acquaintance who tended to bully me. He was significantly taller, stronger and more athletic; therefore physically bullying me wasn’t much effort for him. When I heard he was coming to work at the warehouse, I wasn’t particularly happy about it. The warehouse contained boxes from multiple suppliers. Some were really thick and some were really thin. They all contained books, though some were heavy text books while others were light weight paper backs. All workers with experience knew which boxes were heavy, which had thick soft cardboard as a box, and which were encased in thin cardboard. I waited until Greg stopped by with his working partner for

Kyle had completeely missed Olivia's upturned face, and the expectation of the kiss, his outward demeanour apparently normal, as were his words, but his internal thoughts consumed by visions of the mansion, for that's all it be called, and how his old College buddy had been able to afford it. Of course, he already knew the answer to that second question, by stealing the ideas they'd both worked on together back in their dorm room, and claiming it fully as his own. The flash of bitterness and envy elicited by the sight of the perfectly manincured green lawns, and colourful flowers, pruned to perfection that offset the pure white brick, and brought attention to it's magnificence quickly abated, as he remembered his girlfriend, who knew nothing

In that moment I realized the world isn’t all friendship and giggles. I never expected to see or hear someone so cruel before in my life, I thought it only ever happened in the telenovelas my mom and watched after she picked me up from elementary school. I could see Skylar, the new student in my kindergarten class, talking with an upperclassman behind the tall metal slide. I barely heard the introductions, but I could clearly hear when the upperclassman laughed. He laughed at the name that the boy was given. I didn’t expect what came out of my mouth, and they certainly didn’t either.

The flame from Nick's lighter danced in the darkness as he lit his cigarette. I faintly heard an aged man speak from the television "2 found dead in New York apartment..." I turned my attention towards the TV out of curiosity. "Autopsy shows the couple died of starvation, this is now the tenth time we have seen this similar situation..." Nick cleared his throat to speak, a puff of smoke escaped his lips and disappeared into the darkness of the room. I shifted my gaze towards him awaiting his thought. He spoke in a tired voice.

Tears dripped down from my eyes to my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn’t stop it. I had made a promise. I clung on tighter, maybe that meant she wouldn’t leave. “It was going to happen anyway Tara, don’t beat yourself up about this.” She said in a hushed voice. It didn’t matter what she told me, I had promised to make her not move, to somehow convince her family that leaving was the worst idea. I hadn’t done it. I had failed. I looked down at the floral sheets as I hugged her, I never wanted her to go. I wanted to take in everything for that moment and keep it, locked away somewhere safe. This was the last time I’d see this room, with her endless books in her bookshelves, her intricate coloring books overflowing. “We can still keep in touch”

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.