Creative Story : Personal Narrative : A Personal Story

I rose from my bed with the sun shining in my face. The previous day I had a friend spend the night, so we woke up, the first thing that we did was play some video games for an hour. Then as we were playing I realized that we were gonna meet other people at the skate park, a person there was a professional, amateur, skater!!! So we got dressed real quick had some cinnamon bun’s then left. As i was packing up I brought my skateboard, which I was trying to get better at by asking people at the skatepark to teach me, and my scooter in case I wanted to just chill and ride.

“I will allow you to go to over Mackenzie’s sleepover as long as you promise to watch PG-13 or younger”, my mom yell up the base of the stairs from the kitchen.

Growing up my main focus was surviving it wasn’t until about the 3rd grade until I really learned how to read. When I was young I switched schools, went through foster care, and was homeless on a few occasions. After months and months of going from Grandpas to Moms to Grandmas. Getting lost in Foster care and getting taken away from my Mom finally something steady happened. 3rd grade came around and my Aunt and Uncle received custody of my younger brother and I. Finally I could build a focus towards school my two all time favorite books as a child were The Giving Tree and my Spiderman comic book. The Giving Tree became one of my favorites only because it was one of the only books I had. My God parents two granddaughters and

My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.

Later that day my mom came to me and asked if I wanted to go to Kayli's house for a sleepover. Excited, I ran to my duffle bag that was thrown in a corner of the living room to pack my things. Once I was was dropped off, we quickly went into her house to start playing

As I sit in the chair at my desk, I listen to the music from library. I have many thoughts in my head, and I decide I want to draw something. As I get ideas, I pick up a utensil, and then I start to create shapes. It takes multiple tries to get it to the way I want it to look, so I keep trying. But then I compare both drawings, which one looks better? Should I choose this one?

It was an extremely sunny day in the middle of summer. Putting on my shoes, I decided that I was going to play and my neighbor’s house. In the summer me and my friend lived very close together so about everyday of the summer we would spend at each other's house. I walked up to her house and I rang the doorbell and waited to see if she could play. She answered the door and we both went inside. Since it was such a nice hot day, we decided that we would go jump on her trampoline and have an time.

When I got home I did all my homework and went to gymnastic. I gave my mom a magazine sale paper she asked “Do you want a magazine” I said “yeah can you get me Forever Young” “Ok the magazines should be here next monday”

Evan began searching for all the files, for he wanted to find all the useful information. One thing caught evan’s eye; a picture of a family. The family consisted of a single mom with two young boys surrounding her. Evan attained a slight pang of sadness for the reason of he never spent much time with his own mother.

I jerked up from my bed to a sound I couldn’t quite remember; confused, I glanced to the right side of my bed, looking past the countless paintings on the wall such as The Starry Night and the Mona Lisa. These weren’t the real things, obviously, as both these paintings were located in museums such as the Museum of Modern Art and The Louvre. However, I happened to be a fan of art and had bought replicas of the paintings with my own pocket money; But that was not what I was focused on as I had focused my vision on the analog clock, though it was a tad foggy since there was dirt in my eyes, so I wasn’t able to check the time. I took the index finger and thumb of my right hand and

It was warm, as the sun peered through the blinds. The prolonged rain had finally ended and It was like any other Monday for him; the start of another week of work for him. He dragged his feet to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see drooping eyelids with gloomy, dark circles filled with lethargy, showing a lack of sleep. His face was two different tones of colour, most likely from over-working on his truck and the excessive sunlight that polluted his face.

I can remember it like yesterday. I was driving home from school in the foggy weather in my truck. I got home and then I got this sudden feeling that something was different. I was nervous to walk in, and see what has happened. I had no choice. So I hesitantly took my key out, and opened the door and I veer toward the house.

“A society that gets rid of all its trouble makers goes downhill.” Robert A Heinlein, Time Enough For Love

I continued on my way, stopping at my cousin Matt's house to visit my only living relatives in Pisgah. I didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door before a huge, blonde woman came barreling out hollering “She’s back hon she’s back!” I saw my cousin appear in the doorway and a huge grin broke out on his face, “Welcome home Shelby, would you like to come in?” A few minutes later I was seated in the living with a cold glass of iced tea. I never grew up close to my cousin Matt, he was always busy doing work

Daddy was driving us home. Three of us in the backseat and Lula, who was his favorite, in the passenger's seat.