Dory-Personal Narrative

My family had just moved in the summer of 2013, that meant I’d be going to a different middle school. I was in the Gresham district now, so that meant that I had to go to Clear Creek middle school. Both my sisters went there, most of the teachers knew me because of them. I’d go to all their band concerts and the parent-teacher conferences. I hated the fact that i had to switch schools. I just want to stay at Walt Morey with all my friends and because I was playing football for reynolds. It made no sense to me at the time because Walt Morey was closer to me house than Clear Creek was. I begged my mom everyday to let me go to Walt Morey and she’d always say no. Then registration day came, I was forced to go but I guess it was alright. There were a few familiar faces, but I hated the

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

The latest 1963 Cadillac roars down the cliff side of State Road 1, and in its driver seat sits Herschel Hunt, a man who could’ve won the prize for smallest eyes in the world if only it were a real contest. Glenfidditch Malt Whisky drips from his auburn moustache back into the opened bottle in his right hand. The moonlight leaking into his car is taken over by headlights breaking around the bend, and off a single span concrete bridge. Hunt struggles to widen his little eyes against the light streaming in. He manages to peek out his pupils, keeping the color of his iris a mystery. The light is too bright for his retina, and his pupils slowly close down. The headlights swerve to his left. Hunt’s pupils are too drunk to dilate,

The days of my life, in 6th grade, in school , I have no friends. Most of my friends don’t remember. Then one early Friday morning, I was happy, because I get to go on the weekends and relax, but I had to go through the bad stuff. When the supervisors open the doors, I got ran over by the kids. Then, kids at breakfast kept on taking my food to play basketball by throwing the food in the trash cans. Then my teacher for ELA and Social Studies move me to a new seat.

Soon as I finished washing all the dirty dishes I wiped down the counters and stove. While I was doing this. I was as joyful as a kid with a $100 dollar bill at a candy store. As I pulled my purple covers down from my king sized bed. I rested my head on the soft, cotton pillow. I had a relief of Red Chief not doing anything he wasn't supposed to because he wasn't here in town. Finally,that annoying boy was gone and the entire town was at peace. Three minutes later, I woke up to a thrusting sound as if someone trying to to knock Mr.Dorsets door off its hinges. I sprinted outside to see who it was and you guessed it it was that aggravating boy Red chief. But not only did I see,but I seen two other men with him walking in Mr.Dorset’s house.

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She was always there, for as long as I could remember. Never was there a day that I wouldn’t help her cook. Be it simply mixing up dough I always helped. Every time I walked into the house, a new aroma filled my lungs. I called her Mamaya and though the origin of her nickname was never clear, everyone referred to her as that. She was my favorite abuela.

The weeks went by slowly, as Breya’s condition became worse. Day by day she became weaker. They spent the last of their time together laying under the great pine, the sweet aroma and children’s laughter comforted the girls. Before long, Breya became too weak to walk, she had to stay home and rest. As her time grew shorter she could feel the life force being drained from her body; stealing every last bit of the little energy that was left. Her head had become so bare that she wore a beanie all the time, embarrassed her shiny scalp.

Even though I am surrounded by the boney remains of people who once breathed in life, I have never felt more alive than I do right at this moment. The feeling of a successful revenge is like a fine wine rushing through my veins. When placing the last stone in its place of the eternal prison, I can feel my confidence level soaring into the clouds. The several years of mocking and shaming of myself, from Fortunato, has finally been thrown into the spot light, leaving him to decay amongst his own bitter thoughts in the damp and musty catacombs underneath Paris. Only guided by the light of the remaining torch, I found my way out of the endless passages and pathways. With my new found confidence, I march down the cobblestone road to the local pub

Wendy, Jamal, and I were making our usual walk from school, when I noticed a strange house on our street. I asked Wendy about it, and she seemed to of never noticed it. The next day I went to school it seemed as if everyone was talking about that strange house on my street. Most people gossiping said it had only recently been abandoned. About two years ago a husband and wife lived there, but something tragic happened. The husband went out of his mind, he killed his wife and himself.

It is a overcast day. I am walking to Ms. C. Johnson's class. As I look down the hallway I notice something different. Ms. Johnson is not here! As I walk around the trash can to enter the classroom, The Substitute Teacher says “Hello” to me. I come in, Grab my folder and try to complete my Do-Now. As I am finishing the Do-Now, I notice on the board, written in bold it says “Mrs. Smith”.

“Were you planning to give me a heart attack? Were you trying to kill yourself? What is wrong with you? You can talk things out. Don’t bottle everything inside you and climbing and jumping like that wouldn’t help either. You know if you’re planning to kill yourself – Luhan, are you listening?! I’m talking to you!” You were literally screaming while scolding Luhan who was annoyed to death. You had been scolding him for the past half an hour and you didn’t even pause even for a bit. You were scolding him while going up the stairs and the maids looked at each other asking what happened. It didn’t slip out of his parents’ views, too. Everyone saw how furious you were for making himself in danger and they found it cute.

“I'm fine here,” she answers, her brown hair shining red in the sunlight, as she places both hands on her hips. She raises a questioning towards me as I continue to stretch.

The person that I look up to is Darry. I look up to him because he supports our family and cares about my education. I know that I am sometimes ignorant of his advice but he really does care about Sodapop and I.

Sarah-Alice then smiled as she saw large arms reach the beers only to see the person walk off after how she thought of how he might give it to her as she then got to her cart as she then used a spell to black out the camera only to whisper,"Trappa." She then saw the box of beers disappear from his arm to be in her cart perfectly and in one piece only to then see that was the exact outfit she saw Sam in earlier as she then went to him saying,"Sam is that you? It is you." She then went to his arms only to hold him tightly as if this was just a dream only to realize it was real. She then felt tears come down her face as she smiled happy to see him again after a whole long month of worrying about him being killed. She then let go only to look into his eyes as she smiled saying,"I