Fennekin's Life Is Hard-Personal Narrative

" The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams."- Oprah Winfrey. This quote meant a lot to a 13 year old youngster named Jared, who lived in the most impoverished town within Cambodia. To be quite specific, Jared resided in an old, rusty village, during the year of 2001, that he'd been living in since birth. His greatest aspiration in life was to become a geneticist. However, he did have a few roadblocks, such as poverty, and zero education. Whenever unoccupied, he strived to pay his Grandma Seda a visit at her senior citizen home, which was funded through the Cambodian government. Speaking of her, Grandma Seda was 96 year old lady and happened to be the grandmother of Jared. She was located at a senior citizen home 20 miles away from Jared's home. Six months ago she was diagnosed with leukemia and slow organ failure. Since her diagnosing, her health has been deteriorating rapidly.

He took the paw, and dangling it between his front finger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and snatched it off.

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

Cromwell jumped up, his tail was practically swinging away from his body. He ran towards Kevin with such velocity that he slipped on the glossy floor, colliding with the wall. With Cromwell’s adrenaline running, he ran cautiously once more towards Kevin, his tongue gliding through the air.

I sighed as I jogged towards where the fox went, but there was a problem. It was the Teumessian fox, the un-catchable fox (creature sorceress thing of just knowing). “How am I supposed to get the fleece back when I first need to catch the fox?” “An idea popped into my head, and I got some strange looks as I let out a happy cackle.” “Sorry!” I yelled. “It’s a sorceress/witch thing!” “I wouldn’t blame them if they saw my laugh disturbing.” I set off towards The Wizard’s house. His name is actually “The Wizard”. When I walked into his hut, he was bent over a potion that was boiling green in a

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

He roughly rubbed his eyes and attempted to dry off his cheek fur. As he moved his paw, it bumped into the brim of his fedora, causing it to slant over the left side of his face.

Just then he heard a growl from the woods he looked and saw two big bright yellow eyes, teeth sharper than any blade he had seen, The giant beast step out from the shadows, “FENRIR!” cried out a viking.

AS he looked at me and I breathed in his every smell he moved towards me and I stopped breathing. I know if he got close enough I was........DEAD. I ran as fast as I could in between the trees and down the hill to the cabin where I knew what laid down there what horrible things were waiting for me but I went anyway seeing them laying there covered in each other's blood I knew I couldn't save them even if I tried and as I turn the corner I'm grabbed by the hair and ripped from my home.

You opened your eyes with a determined glare just to see an outraged Foxy and hovering Mangle at the now broken window panel. An unsatisfied growl escaped Foxy's mouth before rolling his pupils to the back of his mechanical skull; showing vacant eyes. "So yer back, (Y/N)? How unfortunate that 'tis be your last night!" Foxy's eyes steamed and pounced directly towards you, ignoring Springtrap whom was trying to block him from you.

Infuriated in an instant, Owlstar tore across the clearing and into Sageflower’s den. “What in the name of StarClan is this about? Why’re you lying to her?” he snarled at his mate.

Getting annoyed by the sounds, Krogan slid a hand from her waist, and covered her mouth, effectively silencing the tiny dragonkin. A muffled whine of annoyance was heard, but Krogan

The Fire Being screeched as he chased Coyote, who darted quickly along the rocky terrain to where the forest began. Just when Coyote could run no longer, he reached the spot where Cougar waited.

Hiroc sprinted along the bulwark. A scynnfol dived for him, and he leaped over it. He kept clenching and opening his fists, releasing bolts that slew scynnfol after scynnfol.