Chase-Personal Narrative

The Wolf Once you’ve seen me, There’s no turning back. You’re steps away from a wolf attack.

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

"I gouged his eyes out..." His eyes erupted into a cascade of sorrow as he silently sobbed. I could only stare for the longest time til my mind could comprehend the possibility.

Claire’s was the first face I saw. Covered in tears, she clutched her mouth with her trembling hand. Next I directed my gaze towards my father, his arms firmly wrapped around my distraught mother. He held her as if he was afraid he would lose her next. The panic on their faces sent my head even further into a spiral. My vision blurred as I fell down a rabbit hole of fear and emotion. Disoriented, I stumbled over my

Pain stabbed through Booker’s heart, and although he sympathized with his friend’s plight, he knew he needed to convince him to stay calm and listen to the doctors. “No, baby, that’s not what they think. They’re just making sure you’re okay.”

The cool night air played over her body as she leaned back, the moonlight causing her skin to glow. And Alduin lips trailed down her heated frame, leaving a trail of goosebumps down to lush breasts. She sucked in a breath as he bit down on the tender flesh as she practically purred with pleasure. The tension melting from her body as he took her hardening nipple into his mouth. Her hands gripping his shoulder as a shutter rushed through her

Moved by Booker’s honest admission, Morris laid a comforting hand on his arm. “Officer Hanson is in good hands. Let us do our job and then, if Tom’s up to it, you can see him.

“Okay, I just didn’t want you to think I was pressuring you to deal with this again,” Aidan replied. “That’s settled then. We’re going to Connecticut. You drive,” said Megan and started walking towards the exit. Aidan had to run to catch up with her. They walked silently across the parking lot towards Aidan’s car.

I looked up at James. He stared straight ahead, out at the trees. His face was perfectly still and serious. I could see how hard he tried to hold it together for everyone, but the bloodshot lines that surrounded the blue of his eyes, told me he had cried just as much. He turned his face to look at me and I smiled just a little, to reassure him I was here, I would always be here.

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.

I was thinking if I should go straight or turn right onto the track when I was leaving school one miserable day. I had made my decision to go right because I would get less wet. So I walked home on the long deserted track when I saw Barry Bagsley and his little puppets Doug and Danny playing catch with a little Moorefield primary boy. I kept walking down the track thinking that I could just avoid them by running fast through them. As I got closer I realised that they were grabbing the contents of within his bag and throwing it everywhere. I felt like I had to help out the little guy but at the same time it felt so wrong to go down and come into contact with my foe.

My father Uriel an archangel, my mother, Elizabeth, and my brother, Castiel also an archangel. That is my family, well my real family anyways. My mother and father had never told me why they gave me up. All they would ever say is “ You are destined for great thing Jupiter. That is all you need to know” like I know what that meant. I really never fit in with my adopted family. I always looked so different from them. They still think I don't know that I am adopted but I have know since I was 13. Cas and I are twins, so we have the link that binds our .

“When I was a little kid I had a good friend who lived down the road from me. Her name was Aria Robin Hunter. I always thought it was cool she had two first names but she thought it was bothersome since she had to explain it to everyone. Aria Robin was always a very creative girl, even for a kid, she seemed to have all these never ending ideas. She was perfectly fine with being left to her thoughts even when it was because all the other kids thought she was weird. She never minded them when they saw her creations as strange alien things. All she said to the boy who told her an animal she drew was strange looking was that he simply hadn’t seen one before. She didn’t seem odd to me when we were little but I began to see her differently as we

It's mine. I-I shouldn't have told you I loved you. I knew what it could do to our friendship. ” Looking at Joey, knowing he would probably never see him again, felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. “ I-I'm sorry, ” he mumbled, lowering his head. He couldn't face him. He thought he would be able to, but he couldn't. Not after what he had done.

He gasped for a breath, not realizing he’d been holding it. Something cold trailed down his cheek, and he wiped it away hastily.