Controlled Away-Personal Narrative

It was a nice July day, I had been working all morning and I was needing to cool off. So I head over to a friends house in Laurium, I picked up Garrett and we went to another friends house in Calumet to let them follow us in his white minivan. I was driving a big maroon colored Ford E-350. We decided to go out towards Bootjack because we had to pick up another person from out there anyways. On the way out towards Bootjack, Garrett told me, “you know what’s weird? My mom told me before we left to be careful. She must think something bad is going to happen.” I was a little weirded out by this, but I was determined to have a good day. We found an empty camp site and went swimming in the lake. After we finished swimming we continued on our little day trip. We picked up Claire in bootjack, and wanted to head over to the other side of the Peninsula. So we drove down to McLain State Park and went on the break wall. We sat there for a good chunk of time. The time is 8:30.

    My dad eventually comes upstairs, and mom tells me to tell him what i said to her.He looked at her and just said I think we all need to talk about some stuff.As we all transtion into my parents room you caould just feel the tensition and worriness between my mother and father.As we sit

Have you ever stolen something and gotten away with it? I have, and sure there’s a thrill to it but its also a

I love it here in Nevada. I knew what I was getting into after my first visit. So none of this is a surprise. Remember I was excited when I saw the brother in dreads. By the way his name is Frank. While I’m here I don’t see me doing a lot of networking outside of the project. I’m very certain this is part of God’s plan. This is my season for isolation and reflection. There aren’t really any distractions here and I know God placed me here for that reason. Usually when I have had these moments in the past I came out of it with some life changing strategies. That wouldn’t have happened if I were in NYC, Atl, or even back home in Houston. I’m embracing this opportunity understanding it’s part of my growth and on the other side I will come out this new person. And I’m sure that there’s no super-secret group here. Now there are some very wealthy people in this area especially in the Lake Tahoe area. So you never know who you’re going to meet, but there aren’t enough black people to even have a small MLK parade.

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

A few days ago, my older brother and I were sorting through old family photos and found a picture of us from when we were about five and six years old. We were smiling. Just two kids full of life and no idea of what was to come.

Get me out of here. I know something is about to happen, I feel it in my gut. It's a setup for failure, really. A party at an estranged house on the edge of the city full of nothing but intoxicated and incapacitated teens. Something is bound to go down. I started to think of ways to get out without just bluntly saying it.

It was awaking, she could feel the vines moving under the skin on her back. It tended to stay away to reserve energy. Within she could sense it's prescience, dark and forbidding.

It was 2 am on Friday April 14th, I awoke because I felt like I was using the bathroom on myself so I waddled out of bed and to the bathroom as I stood in front of the bathroom door I could feel something trickling down my legs and I screamed for my fiance to wake up I thought this was it my water finally broke. We were 38 weeks and five days it definitely was not too early to deliver bubs because I was already 1.5cm dilated. "Did you just pee on yourself? Wait, that's water! Did your water just break!? Let's wait to see if more comes out, the doctor says it has to keep coming out so let's give it some time" My fiance was much more calm and level headed about it whereas I was anxious and scared.

It was a soft and raspy voice. It almost deep but kept an innocence to it. I almost wanted to stay asleep just so hed keep talking. Yet again if i opened my eyes i could see his face. I heard him sigh and begin to stand up. I didnt want him to go. "Wait..." i muttered and he turned around as i sat up. "Where am i?". He looked at me with the most tender expression " I... I saw you jump...". I felt a pang of saddness. " But im alive-" " i saved you..." i saw a blush creep on his cheeks. "Why?" i asked trying to fight my own blush down and ran my hands through my black hair. No blood. There wasn't any blood on me at all. I began to wonder if he washed it out and blushed harder. "Why did you save me?". He ran his hand through his hair and looked up again. "I thought you should live..." he placed the journal on the nightstand next to the bed. " I remember coming out when i turned 16 about a year ago and i had the same issue but my aunt was more accepting so i moved out here..." my eyes widened and my heart jumped. He was gay. I couldnt help but smile "Whats your name?" he asked "Im nyle..." i told him. He smirked "Im bryant .". Bryant...Bryant Bryant Bryant... I repeated in my mind. I liked it. "Cool." he gave a soft chuckle " it's a good thing when you landed you hit you ass or else you couldve died." i blushed more. "Relax im just messing with you. You hit your head too but there isn't much serious injury except a broken rib." he leaned in

     Wrestling made me feel more alive than I ever had before. Sure, the sport is a little strange. From the bleachers, it looks like a sweaty battle between two spandex-clad farmers with space age earmuffs. When I'm on the mat across from someone —locking eyes and preparing to fight until one of us is exhausted, immobilized or incapacitated—

Was there ever a moment in your life when one of your older siblings decide to move out, and you don’t know whether to be happy about it or depressed? Well it’s happening to me right now. My sister Brooke is at the age where she is ready and somewhat prepared to live on her own. But i don’t think i was prepared for her to leave.

when a time something broke was in 2017 me and my. Brother was playing soccer outside my Brother kicked the ball it broke the window.and I said "we have to fix this fast." and he said "how?" and I said "with glue or tape ahh! just pick one." "lets do both." he said "ok then hruury up." I said so on we went inside and got tape and glue. we went outside and glued and taped and we went inside and thouht and I said "we should play something else to play" and he said "how about football" "okay" I said and. We went outside and we got in to our places and he thew the ball and it hit our broke old car window and I said "what is wrong with you hitting windows." and he said "I don't know." but it didn't brake I was releved

Today I am so over sad. So many things have gone wrong. For some reasons, I didn’t sleep a wink last night. When Mum woke me up this morning by knocking on my door, I was very tired. I fell asleep again once my mum walked away from the door. The noise from my alarm clock was what made me awake the second time, but then I realized that I was going to be late.

My plan for him is a timeout in his bedroom but he already knows what’s going to happen and mounts a counter attack biting me on the knuckle of my right middle finger. I drop him to the floor and let out an “OUCH!” He runs away to his hiding spot in the living room behind my so called command center. I look down and I see blood start to rise out of my newly acquired battle wound so I walk over to the sink turn on the hot water. I grab the blue bottle of Dawn squeeze some into my hands and rub/rinse several times. After about 15 minutes the blood finally quit running and then I headed to the bathroom off to my right for a band aid and some wipes. After I bandaged up my hand I went back into the dining room to grab my dishes and put them into