Free Narrative Essays: Amber's Loss Of Personal Identity

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

The main character in this story is a Jewish girl named Alicia. When the book

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

Throughout our lives, we all make sacrifices in order to achieve our goals or to help others achieve their goals. For some, this may mean sacrificing friendships or family time, or for others it may mean sacrificing money and other dreams which may also be of great importance to us. A person who has made many sacrifices in order to achieve their aspirations or goals is someone with strength, determination and masses of will-power, and it is someone who is not prepared to give up on their dream.

Lauren and the others in her group are in a new situation; they have to survive out of the walls. Lauren said, "Everyone who's surviving out here knows things that I need to know... I'll watch them, I'll listen to them, and I'll learn from them. If I don't, I'll be killed. And like I said, I intend to survive" (Butler 173). She's always focused on adapting to new situations - but one key to that is learning from others and bringing a group together to support each other.

Mackenzie, I'm glad to see someone with the same beliefs as I. Religion was never forced upon me as a child, but I did go to church every Sunday and also to bible school. I went through a stage of questions as I was going through my confirmation. These questions that I came up with made me question everything because what I asked, always went unanswered. During a mission trip that I went on with my church my senior year, I was able to see that nothing can truly be answered by anyone but God. Many may disagree but to me its what I believe. After hearing stories of people struggling in their lives from taking care of a family with no money, having no food to eat, being homeless. I was able to realize that God put these people on earth to teach

I have raised my voice for, and will continue to raise my voice for, people less fortunate than myself. More specifically however, I often stand up for and help my autistic older sister, Abby. Ever since I can remember, I have felt obligated to fulfill my duty as a "little-big brother", because she is older than me. Whether it be taking her to school, taking her to baseball games, or playing "Dogoply" with her, I have tried to imprint a positive attitude on her so that she can continue to grow into an even greater person than she already is. One time after a football game junior year, I was hanging out with my classmates when the topic of Abby came up. They all talked about how they were the best of friends with her and how they loved her. Sure, all of

It was the year 1889 and I wanted a baby so desperately. You see a vampire like me is less likely to get pregnant than a steer. I was on the hunt for somebody’s baby to take. I had just relocated to the town Minneapolis when I heard a young girl not even the age of fifteen with two heart beats. I had found my next victim.

I’ve always known that i have a big heart… Just the thought of helping people fills my heart with joy, but actually doing the act makes me feel like i am on top of the world….

It was like any other boring day. I stumble out of my bed and ready for school. I get ready for school. I get dressed and do my hair. I am doing my hair when a firenado showed up outside my house! So I saddled up my unicorn and got a fire extinguisher and saved my whole neighborhood. Not such a boring Monday after all.

Amber's life had always been a breeze, suddenly everything fell apart. Her father had his own business and was doing very well in life. Then they lost everything due to her father's unorthodox decision to engage in drugs. Around the same time they found out he had cancer and that Amber was with child. After her father passed away, Amber delivered a beautiful baby girl named Annabel, who brought the light back into Amber's life. The first two years of Annabel’s life were tremendous; Amber attained a job, went to school to receive her GED, and started college immediately. Although it didn't last, she revamped herself for her daughter's sake. When Annabel was four years of age, she witnessed her mother get molested by a stranger, and that lead

On July the 3rd, a new baby girl was born. She had bright, bold, blue eyes, with little rolls around her arms and legs, that was me! I was held warmly and cuddled in my mums soft arms. At that moment I became Ella Grace Romaniuk!

My mother and father sat downstairs and talked, Bella sitting with them, while I folded my clothes and put them into my chipped white wooden dresser. I could hear them murmuring between themselves, but I couldn’t hear specific words. My mother came up the stairs about ten minutes later as I was putting the last of my clothes into my dresser. Her five feet two-inch frame stood just inside my door with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes were sad and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I was confused as to why, and I was going to ask what was wrong, but she told me that my father had something he wanted to talk to me about.

This month Wendy and I talked a lot on the phone. I met up with Wendy once this month, due to the event Sunday getting canceled and the end of the month so soon, I was not able to go visit her again. Wendy and I talked a lot about the weather on the phone. Neither Wendy nor I liked the snow so we loved the warm weather we had a few times this week. When I went over to Wendy’s house, we just sat at her kitchen table and talked. We had a glass of pop. We talked about her game of bowling she did during the week, as well as a movie about dogs she went to see. She said it was kind of sad, but also at the same time, it was funny. We talked about what she had for dinner. Wendy and I are both really picky about our food, so it is nice having

As they ate, they talked about their days, what TV shows each other liked, Braeden teasing Allison for being addicted to soap operas, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't find it adorable. They talked about how Allison's tattoo was healing, and Allison asked what other tattoos Braeden would want to get. Braeden wanted to say she was leaning towards getting a flower at some point, but she didn't want to spook Allison by moving too fast, so she reluctantly stated that she wanted plenty more and was working on a few designs at the moment.