Freckle: A Personal Narrative

She had to get out of that house; she had turned their once home into a shrine for her grief of them. She was finally ready to unpack up the yellow bedroom, and find a good home for its tiny contents. She would find someone who needed it but couldn’t afford all the new furniture and equipment, and they would be who she could help; helping them would help her. Her grief poured out of her through her generosity. Through giving she found new people, new friends, who wouldn’t always be comparing her to her old

Jess, an 18-year-old girl, feels alone as she feels that she does not belong home. She wants to commit suicide after her boyfriend, Chas, leaves her because she then feels completely alone. Jess’s elder sister, Jen, disappeared a few years ago and Jess blames herself for Jen’s disappearance. JJ, a guy with dreams of becoming a successful musician is stuck in the past with thoughts his ex-girlfriend and failure to fulfill his dreams since his band broke up. He also feels alone since he is an immigrant and the people he considered his family abandoned him.

Ally, a 7th Grader at Greenwood Middle School, is sitting in math class when she received an email. She opened up her email hoping it was her coach emailing her about the championship game tonite. Disappointed , however still surprised, she saw the email was from her mother. She opened up the email that was a picture with the words ,”Don’t forget!!!” She downloaded the picture and saw that the email was for Grandma’s 75th Birthday. Oh no! She totally forgot about Grandma’s birthday party! She knew she could still fit in Grandma’s Birthday party after the game.

This birthday had been wonderful. My friend Emily and I hiked up to a place called Griffith Observatory. I had heard that the view was amazing and you could see all of LA. I walked to a artsy concrete staircase where you could see the lively and bustling city in the background. From our point of view, the skyscraper buildings looked tiny and ant sized. The golden crisp sun had slightly set behind us and caused the sky to shift deep colors throughout the city. When the cotton candy like clouds drifted across the electric baby blue sky, I felt an overwhelming rush of pure happiness. The condensed and shrubby bushes in front of us were a shamrock green color, and looked as if they were full of life. I knew

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

Next to the front door, Noah had propped a backpack up against the wall. From it, he fished out car keys, hissing as they crashed against each other. He packed his car halfway down the block tonight so his mother wouldn’t hear it as it scuffled down the driveway, see the headlights as he sped off. He shouldered the backpack, readjusting his balance as the weight shook him back and forth. He sent another glance towards upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. She would hate him for this. She would destroy him for this.

Lauren showed concern for her mother knowing that they had just moved to a new area in their town and her mom does have her “old” friends to talk to anymore. Lauren is a good student, but often has to be refocused while in class. When asked if there was something going on at home? Lauren would just look away and cry.

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

Melinda’s first party occurs near the end of the summer, right before she starts her freshman year. Melinda’s first impressions are telling because upon seeing the other people at the party, Melinda lists a

She stood in front of stores and admired the things in them, spending about ten minutes viewing sofas through a glass and playing back what she has been wishing for. The opportunity she has been waiting for, the reason she woke up at dawn in Tepoztlan to go up North with Candido, the comfort she wished for and everything Candido promised her was right in Canoga Park. She feels right at

By the age of 10 Jessica was the only one living at home with her parents. She grew up almost as an only child, but she felt like she had to compete for attention once her nephew was born when she was 6. Jessica remembers being “daddy’s little girl” when she was about 4 or 5, but later on her relationship with her father grew apart. She cannot recall the exact age or reason her relationship with her father became distant and her relationship with her mother grew closer. Jessica grew up witnessing domestic violence and her father a recovering alcoholic drinking on occasions and getting into arguments with her mother.

“I’ve got a wonderful job offer so we are moving to Georgia,” her dad had spit out, finishing her mother’s sentence. Caylee’s happiness came tumbling down. Now she had wished it Zoe was getting something instead of this. “How could something like this happen?!” she had thought. Caylee didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to reply, she didn’t want to leave her friends, and she didn’t want to cry. Caylee ran out of the kitchen as her eyes filled with tears. Her mom had tried to grab as she ran, but she had pulled away.

Naomi Bellacotte had awoken from the nap at the sound of a heavy book falling off of her bed. The ebony haired, green eyed girl was suppose to meet her best friend roughly half an hour ago so when she saw her side table clock it was no wonder the first words out of her mouth were, "Oh shit!" Naomi was going to culinary school and her best friend had no business anywhere near a stove top so she was planning on spending as much time with him as possible. Three weeks today she broke up with her ex, as he had cheated on her and Michael had nailed him good in the face. the very thought made her smile. Thankfully her best friend was only five houses down the block so she slipped on her boots, fixed her grey short layered shirt, and dead pool tank top before heading out the door. Her long ebony locks were pulled back into one tuggable ponytail. Naomi's parents were on a seven day cruise while she opted out to spend more time with her best friend. She offered to cook them dinner and then they were suppose to have a movie night.

Riley’s family move from Minnesota to California. With the difficulty of moving homes, the emotions go into panic mode, like any normal pre-teen would react, but Joy recognizes the problem and tries to help keep the situation positive. On the trip to Riley’s new house, the emotions share the possibilities of what their new house could look like. The creativity that the emotions contain depict houses with slides, dragons, candy, and even in a tree. When she arrives at a new house all the emotions are quickly disappointed by the exterior of Riley’s new home. Joy then remembers that Riley’s dad was talking about how great Riley’s room was going to be. Again, Riley is disappointed and Joy is pushed off the control board by Anger, Sadness, Disgust, and Fear to create memory balls. Joy tries to influence the emotions by creating a dream room for Riley. As Riley heads downstairs for her stuff from a moving van, she discovers that they van is delayed for a couple of days. Bad situations seem to keep piling up for Riley’s family and when Riley realizes this, she begins to play hockey with a piece of paper to take her parents out of their mood. Her dad gets a phone call from his job and the mood goes down again. Her mom seems sad and Riley suggest pizza from a place she saw down the street. The pizza is a disappointment, it has broccoli on it. Riley can’t seem to get out of her rut. When night comes, she overhears her dad still upset on his phone and asks to be tucked in. Her mom comes into her room and right before Riley was about to get mad, her mom thanks her for her positive attitude in

"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.