Descriptive Personal Narrative Story

I was born a twin and research studies show that with twins there is a high percentage that one twin may have a speech impairment. I was twin (a), the one who had the severe speech impairment. Growing up and not being able to speak properly had a major impact on my life. My speech was so severe that my mother and father use to tell me that they felt bad because they were my parents and they couldn’t understand what I was trying to say. Thanks to my twin sister she knew everything that I was trying to say and she would translate for me. I begin to take speech classes in kindergarten up until I was in the 5th grade. I never knew that my speech problem was so severe until I began school and all the other children begin to laugh and make fun of me because of the way I spoke, they would tell me “I spoke like a baby”.

One day I was on my way home from basketball. My dad had told me that my mom had taken my grandpa to the hospital. She had taken him because he was having bad stomach problems. No one really thought a thing big of it.

Everyone growing up faces many struggles and/or obstacles, and that’s a fact. One of the obstacles that I faced while growing up, was that I could not hear properly. I remember my teachers from

Absorbing the information, Casey felt it didn’t quite fit. “I thought everyone suspected Thomas was the unknown victim on the landing.”

It was around 3:30 on a cold winter afternoon, and my brother and I pull up into the Highschool parking lot. As he pulled up to the door of the school, I thanked him for the ride and he sped off to return home. I opened up the doors of the school, and worked my way down the steps, to the wrestling room to weigh in, and wait to leave. As upon entering, I was greeted by other wrestlers roaming the hallways. As I entered, I threw my things down next to someone and sat down. With the butterflies in my stomach starting to emerge, I was still content. The group of us sat in the large room joking around, and talking. Then it was all stunned to a halt when my coach yelled at us to “listen up.” He instructed us to gather our things and get

“Breena wake up!” my mom whispered. My clock read 5:30. I brushed my teeth and got dressed, then waited for my mom. I couldn’t have breakfast, in case I threw up. As we drove to the hospital, I had a bunch of scary thoughts running through my little 9 year old brain. What if the surgeons mess up? How long will I not be able to talk? How am I going to play with my Barbies if I can’t talk?

The airplane was crashing, as usual. No matter how many times it played out, she always ended up here, plummeting to her end, pinned against the back of the seat. She never reached the end of the dream; every time she'd jolt awake, just before the plane was crushed into the ground. Whenever she closed her eyes, Emily found herself haunted by this nightmare; alone and terrified. It was worst when she would wake sprawled across the same seat she'd been in while she dreamt. As the wings of the plane tore away branches of the forest below, Em woke with a start. That night, JJ sat in the seat across from her, watching her worriedly.

In a heartbeat, he ran to his diseased dog, “Jeff wake up,” Josh cried. The dog would not wake up. Josh gets a splintery bucket filled with water. He pours it on Jeff like it was a tsunami. (simile) Jeff barely opens his eyes to where you can only see white, almost no black. “Pheeww,” he said relieved. Josh didn't want to be by himself. Jeff was the only living creature he had left. Josh's innocent parents had died from a gang fight.

My sister and I stayed home alone that night in what seemed like the quietest house we’ve ever been in. It had been a long and exhausting day. We departed to our rooms hoping to get some sleep, but that was not the case. I couldn’t stop thinking

“I don’t normally stress this way, but this — ” she paused, her hands circling around

[D] When I know just what to say but can feel my tongue swell up and my mind go blank I stare at the student next to me in a panic. There was nobody that could help me. [CLAIM] No one seemed to understand what the problem really was, just that I had one. [D] My mother kept bickering about how I did not think before I would speak. As an energetic and reckless kid who jumped into pools without knowing how swim I was labelled thoughtless by my family. [D] My teachers put me into classes to help children who stutter. I have never stuttered once in my life but being the “special” black sheep with no where to go, so I was put into every department of speech I could be crammed

“Gene, have you seen my diamond earrings?” I ask over the running water of his shower.

Ray stared at the exit. He doesn’t like only having one escape. Of course Ray knew what hid in the dark corners of the courtyard. Which was why he was so anxious. Ray of course knows that Ryan will be back soon, but still can’t deny that anxious feeling that something happened. Of course they had a system in place. But they’ve never had to use it, well until maybe now.

Here I was. There she was. Staring at me. If looks could kill, nothing would be left of me but ashes...Black. Those clothes , swaying in the threatening breeze that swiped me in the face. Those hands, nails with shots of putrid blood, filling in the odd white cuts. Those eyes- the expressionless, lifeless, somewhat sinister eyes... entrancing my soul... coming closer, nearer with every wheezing breath that came out of me...

I woke up that morning, the same as any other. Still in that blank old hospital room, the same stiff hospital bed with the little red button to signal the nurse when I woke up or needed help. I pressed the button and heard Lilly coming down the quiet hallway. The door creaked open slowly and Lilly peaked her head in the room, “Good Morning Noah.” She’s always so smiley and sunshiney, she’s the only nurse like that here. “Ready to get dressed and get some of that delicious breakfast you love so much?” I sat up and smirked at her cause she knows how much I hate the breakfast here. Grabbing my glasses off the small cheap bedside table I could see Lilly 's smile more clear now. She came by the bed with my clothes and left the room to get my