Evacuating The City-Personal Narrative

6) and this immediately made me think of a TV series called The Flash. The Flash created by Greg Berlanti, Andrew Kreisberg, and David Nutter is a show about a man named Barry Allen. Barry’s mom (Nora Allen) was murdered when he was young, and Barry thought that he saw a man in a yellow suit flashing around and then he saw that man killed his mom. Barry then became a forensic scientist to find the “man in the yellow suit” and remove his father (Henry Allen) who was blamed for the crime from prison. One late night, Barry was struck by lightning and hit by a wave of dark matter at the same time which gives him the ability of super speed to save Central City from evil “metahumans” that were also created by this incident. The reason I think that this quote reminds me of The Flash is because part of the story of The Flash is that he is the impossible. He doesn’t know how, he just is. In the first episode of The Flash, you can hear a voice over of Barry say “To understand what I’m about to tell you, you need to do something first... you need to believe in the impossible… My whole life I've been running. Usually from

Maaz quickly changes into the super suit given to him by his new friend. He races out the door running straight at Plasma. Once he in within a few yards The Flash runs as fast as he can, faster than ever before, now he is only a couple feet away from coming into with Plasma. Suddenly a vortex opens up in front of Maaz and he runs straight into it. He is running through it, and all he sees is the moment from the past couple hours. He decides to stop, and once he does so, he is thrown out of the vortex. The sound of trains and old car horns fill Maaz’s head. He looks around, and notices he is in what seems to be an abandoned room. Maaz stands to peak out of a window. He seems no paved roads, only dirt roads. All around him are old fashioned cars from the 1900’s, and people are oddly dressed. Maaz is more confused than ever before. Minutes later Maaz realizes what he has just done, he had managed to run so fast he entered a space-time rift, and traveled back in time over 100

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

I hit my head and fell to the ground. The ground was hard and was cold. I felt my hands got scraped up, but that's relatively normal for me. I got up quickly and started running like nothing happened. Megan put both hands on my shoulders to stop me. “You just ran into something hold on,” she told me. I did what she was told because she was right. I put my hand to my head. My head didn’t feel any different but just incase I asked if she could shine her flashlight on my hands. The moment I saw red on my hands I started to get scared. Megan then shined it on my face. The moment she said “OMG” I knew something happened. She started getting freaked out and disgusted. The look on her face was like she just saw me get murdered. Finally she told me that my face was all bloody. I started to freak out even more. I ducked and ran back to the track. Everything was blurry, but I didn’t feel dizzy. I got to the turf and was about to cross it, but then I realized I didn’t want to get blood on the turf. Even though it was shorter to cut across the turf I didn't want to get blood on it. I decided to take the track around to the front gate. At the moment nothing was going through mind. By the time I got the front gate the blood has ran down my face more because I can feel it dripping. It was cold against my face. I weaved through the gates, and Elizabeth and Blake just looked at me. Elizabeth then realized it was fake blood, and by the time she realized it Megan came running up. We both had to catch our breath and told her what happened. Right before we started telling her what happened, Blake rode off on his skateboard. I was thinking jerk, but that thought quickly left my mind. There was more important stuff to worry about. We didn’t know who to call at first. “Should we call 911?” I asked. The two of them looked at me thinking that was a dumb question. “No” said Megan, but I will call my mom or dad.

Imagine just coming back from evacuation to your house looking great on the outside but when you walk in it is a horror. When hurricane Katrina was on her way here, my family and I evacuated to Chattanooga, Tennessee, which only took about a good eight hours, but with traffic it took about twelve. Once we were cleared to go home we came back, which thankfully only took about ten hours. I will be writing about how after Katrina my family and I had to stay in one house for about a week and a half.

I have written many essays since I was in middle school yet most of my writing was not that important besides for a grade. Yet there is one piece of writing I wrote that change my life and felt that it had an important impact to The City of Chicago. My teacher during that time wanted the class to enter in a citywide competition, which is called “Do The Write Thing”. It is a way for students to voice their opinions on how to stop the violence in Chicago. I wanted to help reduce the violence in Chicago since many youths are being killed in the streets every single day. In my paper, I mainly focused on three body paragraphs. The first one was why the violence in the city was increasing. The second one was some type of violence that I have witness in my own personal life. The final paragraph

My feet are aching like hell, but I still have strength left in my body. “Do it for Shane” I say to myself. “Do it for Shane.” I slashed him on the forehead with my finger nails as fast as I could, hoping that he would drop me; and he did. I got up as fast as I could hobbling away, crawling actually sounded better.

The city of Chicago has been displayed as a dangerous city in which all residents are affiliated with drugs, gangs, and misconduct of firearms. Whether someone fits into this stereotype or not, is normally based on their surroundings and their interactions with others. Growing up in Gage Park, named one of the worst neighborhoods, falling into this stereotype and becoming affiliated with drugs, guns, and gangs, would not be too hard for someone to do. However, I have lived in Gage Park my whole life and have not fallen into the status quo. I have had family members and friends fall into this realm of unpleasantness and watching them become another wrong kind of statistic is upsetting. I have been faced with the decision of continuing to have

1 the article deals with the evacuations in the United States, and how Japanese should Comply with the order. This article In particular deals with arguments from Japanese denouncing the evacuation, and the government making their own arguments for support. The first part by Mike Masaoka criticized the evacuations in the west targeting particularly Japanese. The second part against test cases, believes that the evacuation was misunderstood and that there are protections and policies to protect Japanese, and that it does not mainly target Japanese either. The last section is a plea that even though they are from Japanese heritage they are American, and should not have to prove themselves through evacuation but to support of the United States. The primary tension is proving that they are American first beyond being Japanese

The S.T.A.R labs experiment failed and resulting in explosion of Particle Accelerator, creating dark matter lightning storm that struck Barry and others converting them into meta-humans with special powers, Also it turns Barry into the fastest man alive. Many meta-humans wreaked havoc with their powers on Central City.

Living in New Orleans for over 6 years the effects of health disparities lied at the heart of my community.

It was a bright and sunny day in Downtown Iowa City. I limped my sore, broken down body between the alleys, craving the shade of buildings to get some time out of the beating hot sun. I can sense the wondering eyes of many people immediately lock into mine as I walk onto the busy sidewalk. I get paranoid and overwhelmed thinking of everything people could potentially be thinking about me. I have never been the type to care of what others think of me. That is only until I made my ways to becoming homeless. ¨You are just a druggie who can’t keep a job,¨ many have shouted at me. Funny thing is they don’t know is why I am even here in the first place. I ran away when I was 16. My Dad abused my Mom, two little sisters and Me. I’ve been

As I walked out of the airport into new territory, I could immediately feel the change in atmosphere. The air once chilled from morning dew, had turned into radiating heat from the cement and metal structures in the evening sun. As I looked out in my jeans and tee-shirt, I felt out of place. I was surrounded by the 8.55 million people who populate New York City. Each person with their own style and demeanour. As I walked down streets in search of the correct subway stop with my church group, everyone could tell that we were tourists. We were lugging our impossibly heavy suitcases through the streets, down the unforgiving stairs, and onto the crowded subway. After walking up and down what felt like hundreds of steps and changed subway trains

“I was a man broken down - who gained these extraordinary powers to become free. You. You are the opposite. You were a free man who was given extraordinary powers – and now you must be broken down.” said Zoom, to the Flash.

During the Christmas break of 1st grade, I moved from New Orleans to the small town of Aransas Pass. I vaguely remember how I felt about the move, I only knew that it was a new adventure. My mother told me after attending their small school for several weeks that I was astounded to find that there were not as many diverse cultures here. To be honest, my exact reaction was "Where are all the black people?", in a fearful tone. I was probably around the age of 7.