Ezrith Wolfe-Personal Narrative

It was early spring of 2013, and I decided to message a girl who I had heard a lot of amazing things about. Her name was Moriah Ebron, but I learned that she went by Mo instead. She was incredibly kind, and we had a lot in common. As the year went on, we learned more about each other and we wanted to meet in person. It was odd to me, having a best friend who lived so far away, but while her parents were planning a camping trip to Virginia, she was planning a visit to West Virginia. During the middle of fall, Mo started the journey from Delaware to West Virginia. It was early morning and I was at the Kingdom Hall when my friend Shannon, whom Mo was staying with, walked up to me and asked me to go outside with her. Once outside,

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

Its been seventeen years since her death and although she never got to meet her she could still hear her sweet voice echoing through her brain just like she did when she was in the womb. Given birth to Remi meant more to her than saving her own. So once it was time for her to birth to her second baby girl her life was slowly gone. Bit thankful she spent every day reading and singing to her just to Remi could fill her presence even after she was

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

I told mess-up, my son was trying to set up my reader for my disability for the course and I accidentally started the Ch. 1 - Investigation An Answer Form. It said no Time Limit does that mean I can go back. I am so sorry, I promise not to be a pain. I am just trying to get everything set up and got to know the website.

However, after hearing his death a decade ago, she felt a burden lifted off her shoulders, but shocked to find herself mourning the lost father- daughter

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.

Violet Markey has lost her older sister (and best friend) in a fatal car crash on an icy bridge. She is overwhelmed by guilt, as she was the one who begged her sister to take her home, and told her to take the shortcut, ultimately leading to Eleanor’s death. When this happens, she loses friends and is afraid to make any, afraid she will lose them too. After losing Mitch, I also lost my Nana and Papa (grandmother and grandfather). My cousin, Dimity had bowel cancer and although she is alive and well now, it is still scary to think how close we were to losing her. This made me realize, unlike other people my age, how close death is in our everyday lives, and, unlike cartoon character, we cannot peel ourselves from the rubble and complete our quest or journey. Losing some of the major people in my life has, just like Violet, made me scared to let go of people and even more scared of letting them into my heart. However, just like with Violet, her friends help her world to grow.

It is raining. Again. I twirl my umbrella between my thumb and forefinger, watching as

I wish that she never leave this world, but her time just finished, and I'm happy because I know that she enjoyed her life, I will miss her big smile, always in her face those big eyes that tell everything about her, her eyes were amazing and big, when she was angry, she will just look at you like if she will kill you. She used to bother a lot, but that make her so amazing. I wish I could back in time and save her from everything, but we can't stop time , and she left this world, but I'm sure that now she is on another paradise and I'm sure that she is laughing really