Fifi Personal Narrative

As I was laying on the cushioned couch on a Saturday afternoon, my phone began buzzing in my dark black Nike basketball shorts. As I read the caller ID I noticed that it was my mom. As soon as I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong. My mom's voice was scratchy, and depressed. As I picked up the phone she immediately told me the horrifying news. For a few seconds I had to comprehend what I was hearing. After I analyzed what she had said I screeched my lungs out, bawling hysterically, as if I had heard that the world was ending. For a moment I couldn't breathe, hearing that our healthy Chihuahua had passed away. After that tragic day, about a few months later, even though I was still awestruck by that wretched day the question finally

When you think of FFA, you think of cows, plows, and sows, but it is so much more. Growing up with a background of agriculture has tremendously impacted the way I have grown up. Both of my grandparents raised horses, which invoked my love for riding horses. My maternal grandparents raised pigs and beef as well which allowed me to broaden my background. I used to live on a dairy farm where we bottled our own milk. I also help out on our grain farm, and I milk at a dairy farm. With all of my experience in agriculture I knew that FFA would be a good choice for an activity to become involved in. Since joining the middle school quiz bowl team in 8th grade, I have been heavily involved in agriculture. Although I was later than

The stench of death hit my nostrils as I opened the door to go inside, which is why I always hated going to the hospital. We waited the fifteen minute queue, until I heard my name from a nurse. I followed the nurse into a small, beige room. I sat down on the examining table, as my doctor walked in. I told him my symptoms, and he did a quick check up. His cold fingers pressed against my lower back. “Breathe in and out.” He said. I did as told. “Slower.” he exclaimed. At that moment, while I was slowly breathing in and out, I could hear a small click every time I inhaled. The doctor looked up and said, “Ahhh, you seem to have pneumonia.” He explained to my mom and I what that meant because we were clueless. After he finished, he told us that if I waited any longer to go to the hospital, he wouldn’t be speaking to me, which opened my mom’s eyes finally. He told me that I couldn’t go to school for at least another two weeks, gave me a school note and my prescription. We left the hospital. My mom dropped me off, and went to pick up the medication. As I lay in bed, I remember thinking about everything that has happened to me in the past two days, and what the doctor told me. Those thoughts were interrupted by the opening of my bedroom door as my mom walked in. She handed me the medication. I swallowed the pills, and fell asleep. The next morning my mom walks in with a stack of papers. She said, “It’s alright if you’re not able to attend class,

I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

I sat with my dog, Windsor, as my mother told me the news. I could not believe what I had been told. My best friend of eight years, was going to be taken away from me. I had been told that Windsor had snapped at my one year old sister because she got too close to him. He has always been protective of our family. I tried to stay

While I was praying for God to send me a friend I could trust and share my deepest thoughts with, in walked a man and I asked God, “Is this the one?” Like in my past, Fari was a Muslim until he arrived in Canada and gave his life to Christ. We connected very fast and had so many things in common, hit it off right away, and are still the best of friends today. He arrived here from war-torn Iran, and although he was not a child soldier like me, he knew what it was like … surrounded by violence. We hung around together so much that people would get our names mixed up. Our relationship was so close that Fari was the best man at my wedding.

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought

On the way home my dad was telling me that she wouldn’t eat, drink and she couldn’t even get up to relieve herself. He said that she had completely given up. Depressing huh? Well when we got home I could not think of anything else to do but lay down next to her. After about ten minutes of being with her my dad said my mom was on her way home and when she got home we would take Malea to the vet to put her down. For the first time in my life, I never wanted my mom to come home. As sad as I was, inside I knew that it was better to put her down then let her suffer all because I wanted her.

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

One summer day I was in the house playing with the dog baby my miniature pinscher. We had a relationship that was hot and cold. But we was playing having a good time but then she started playing too rough. When I was on the ground she bit me on my eye. Then I had pass out because I was loosing so much blood she took me in the emergency room. I received 6 stitches. I remember seeing my whole family there. I remember hearing the dog growling at me. I felt my skin being bitten. But it seemed liked I had been gone for a like time to really seem like I was steal on this earth.