Charlie-Personal Narrative

Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.

As winter continues, Haskell examines the newly fallen snow during the early moments of sunrise. While most people find beauty in the large blanket of snow that

I’ve read a wild, but a mysterious story called ‘’Charlie’s Point Of View”. This book was created and invented by a brilliant man named Richard Scrimger. This book is a fictional but a great book. As I take you into the journey/wonders of this book, I’ll tell you all about a blind boy solving a mystery with his powerful senses. The boy who was blind was named as Charlie Fairmile. He has two other friends who gave him big help and their names were Lewis and Bernadette.

When i was in 7th grade i met a 6'5 lady named shannon. She impacted my life for the 2 years i got to know her. Shannon was not only a giant but a gentle giant, she had glowing personality, kind heart, everything about her is what i strive to be.

The trees have shed their gowns and there’s a distinct smell of Marlboro. Tiny tots race around with a hand-me-down football as my brother chases them. Three dogs are locked behind fences in their dog bins eagerly chomping to play. The air is nice a crisp as autumn blanketed the small city. Slipping off my shoes, the grass tickles and goose bumps prickle up my legs.

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.

" Ah... did that child just...?" Cole turns his head side to side, trying to see where did that infant disappear to. He then looks under the table, wondering if the poor thing slipped out of his father's arms. "Where did that little one toddle off too?" Cole slowly lifts his head back from under the table when Lenny gleefully chasing after his baby boy. Ah, the life of a parent. Well, super natural parent that is. A bittersweet chuckle escapes from his mouth as his attention turns back to the aggron lad in front of him.

There once was a dog named Charlie he wanted to fit in but did not. There was this dog named Kona who bullied Charlie. Kona was quarterback of the football team. Charlie new Kona was popular for football. When charlie came to school one day there wa a football signup sheet. Charlie decided that he as going to sign up for football so he could be popular.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s going to hate me, but it doesn’t matter anyway because tonight’s my special night. The night in which I cease to exist. I tried to come up with an unconventional way to “end it,” but the ones I did come up with took way too much effort, such as sleep deprivation, which would take eleven days in total and would be totally noticeable because I’d start to hallucinate and crap like that. Before chasing down the last pill in the bottle with a bottle of questionable alcohol I found on top of the fridge, I raised my glass.

“It was my fault, okay?” His statement caused her to halt. She attempted to look at him again but her eyes focused on the clouds above his head. He stuffed his hands in his pockets before sauntering away. His hand fiddled with the wallet. She dragged herself to her dorm; her hatred for herself grew. She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking about how incredibly stupid she was. She replayed the encounter in her mind, rewriting the entire event to fit an embarrassment free one. As she blamed herself, her thief found himself at his quiet area on campus. While sitting on a bench, he examined the wallet. A tattered, russet leather wallet with ‘Marcy’ embroidered on it with blue bubble letters. He ran his index finger along each letter, tracing

Charlie sits in the white wooden chair at the end of the two coffins, her youngest child on her nearly inexistent lap, while holding the hands of the children on each side of her.

engine, I stepped on the hot black asphalt. I look behind the car at the boat almost brighter at the sight of the lake, but that’s just my imagination. I look in the direction of a car door slamming.

“Would this car in front of us like to move any slower?” Archana asked. She, my other siblings, and I were on our way to World Series 2015 Game 1 when a car had crashed into another about a mile ahead. From where we were, I could see the blue and red lights of the police cars flashing in the distance.

Something about waking up in the morning and seeing the ground frosted over had always made Dan happy. Working at an ice skating rink allowed him to see that every day- well, it’s not exactly the same, but still just as exciting. He could listen to Christmas music, watch the couples hold hands and skate, sell candy, and sometimes even teach kids how to do tricks. The pay wasn’t much, but it could help him afford to buy presents and he did love it, after all.

As they are about the pass thru the guarded and large gates, Kieran sees that aside from one, all the other black cars diverted and