GCA-Personal Narrative

I wake up in my plain, old bedroom hoping it would be different but according to the government, control, we all have to have the same bedroom, house, clothes, and pretty much everything is the same. I can’t even complain about how unfair it is or my family would send me off. I honestly have no idea what be sent off is but if that happens again you never see your control again. Everyone assumes it’s death but not me, I have a feeling it’s something different.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

My G.P.R. is 3.328 the G.P.R. is high enough to get into the colleges of my choice. I feel that it is not a very competitive score though. I have talked to my consoler and she was telling me that every tiny grade matters to move my G.P.R. up. I plan to try to get the best grade possible this semester in order to move my G.P.R. up. My guidance consoler informed me that I can move up tremendously in my class rank just by moving my G.P.R. up by decimals.

Since I was 3 years old, my mom and dad have been separated. At around 5 years old, my dad had decided that if I ever wanted opportunities to be successful in anything I do, it would be best for me to live with my dad permanently. My mother did not seem to care about my mental well-being or my academic career and tried to jeopardize my relationship with my dad numerous times. In order for my dad to get full custody of me, he hired a child service lawyer. Although, I was isolated from the legal process, all I knew was that lawyer saved me and my academic career. This was first when I knew I was interested in law and being a lawyer. As I grew up one of my main maternal figures was my paternal grandmother, she watched me after school and properly

“Hah! BALDY!” He screeched. I was sure my head was gleaming like a street lamp as everyone chanted ‘Baldy’ to the moon and back. My chemo had left me as a nauseous, hairless, bag of bones, and my whole school situation hadn’t exactly gotten better either. My cheeks flushing, I shoved my hands in my sweatpants pockets and ran off. I would have started crying, but I really didn’t have any tears left. I had been crying for days. Weeks, even. Heck, I didn’t know how long. Could have been years, but I wouldn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. I looked up to my apartment window, and my mom was waving me on encouragingly. Thanks the lord she didn’t shout out the window, or her thick Russian accent would surely provoke

Gwilan woke up nervous, but why? Then she remembered today was day the of her first music competition. She had already decided to play The Green Leaves. It was a happy, song a song of celebration. As a harper, one the best ways to earn respect was to win one of these competitions. She knew she was ready. Her mother, Deira, had made sure of that before she would let her compete with her Harp.

It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.

Once a upon a time I woke up at 6:00 am to go to 7th grade at Westside Middle School. I went downstairs to have breakfast and I put 2 frozen waffles in the toaster and waited for them to be done. While I was waiting, I then got my milk and sat on the couch and watched T.V. I got my waffles when they were done. Then I went upstairs to get ready for school. I had to put my clothes on and brush my teeth. Then when I was done I sat on the couch again and watched T.V. and relaxed for the time I had left before I had to catch the bus. After that I got my shoes on and tied them so they would stay on and then I picked up my backpack and went outside. I had to wait a little bit for the bus to come because my bus always came late so I waited outside for the bus to

They crawled in a loose line, each one following a specific path and doing their role. Ants are one of the most miniscule insignificant creatures, similar to humans. My lunch crumbs were scattered on the pavement, the ants immediately surrounded them and began to pick them up. The sun burned on the nape of my neck as I hovered over the ants, studying their movement. It was fascinating how simple beings imitated humans, we both adapt to situations and attempt to make the best of it. My alarm for the end of much lunch break went off dragging me out of daydreams. I immediately headed for the door and entered my workplace. 60 Wall Street, GIC Private Limited was a second home to me. I devoted my life to this business, it has ingrained in me one

It started off as your average Tuesday morning, mom was making breakfast and I was getting ready for school. I got in the shower and when I got out I put my clothes on and rushed downstairs to grab my waffles and catch my bus. I've always been late to the bus, Mrs. Higgin never liked me I was always the kid who throws wadded up pieces of paper at her. One time she stopped the bus on the side of the road just to yell at me, everyone thought it was so funny. she was screaming at me so loud some guy pulled over and asked what had happened. Anyways school was very interesting today, the kid who sits across from me in science was talking about how he got this letter to be in a special program. He was one of the smartest bullies I've ever known. His name well he said he

The sun was out, the sky was blue it was beautiful day in Southern California as it usually was. My mom had just woken me up from my sweet, sweet dreaming and was now tugging my hair in an extremely painful way to get all the knots out. I dressed myself in my red and blue plaid shorts, black Tinkerbell shirt, my hot pink high tops, and my trendy rolling backpack. I ate my breakfast as I rushed out the door as I was habitually late to school. Once I got to school I ran straight towards the playground to find my fifth grade clique of friends before the bell rang for class. Ten minutes later the bell went off and the whole school froze until the whistle of the yard duty blew and everyone ran to their class lines. My teacher was taking longer than usual, so I asked my friend if she wanted to play a hand game as

My Monday had started out like any other normal Monday in high school. I woke up late, rushed around to get ready, and off to class I went. At 11:05 a.m. every day I was released from class at Locust Grove High School and I traveled to Northeast Technology Center in Pryor to attend Pre-Nursing class for the rest of my day. At NTC, as a high school student, we had the opportunity to take classes there tuition free. We had a substitute in class that day, so, of course, we convinced her

Click. Click. Click. Mys shoes went as I walked down the empty, lone sidewalk. You could hardly tell anyone lived in this small town as you didn’t hear anything for miles. I walked alone with my purse draped around my shoulder and my heels clicking against the pavement as the cool, refreshing breeze blows my auburn hair around. My cheeks are flushed and my hands are cold. I stick them into my warm wool pockets and keep walking towards the library.

“UHHHHH,” I have school today, could there be anything worse than school. I dressed in my school uniform and jumped down the stairs. I walked towards the cabinet to find my yearly supply of cheerios, but when I saw the date on the calendar I went to my room and change into my shorts. It was June 20th the first day of summer! No school for two more months. I was the type of kid who wanted to explore the unknown such as the deepest darkest places in the basement or the highest but darkest places like the attic. Today I will celebrate the first day of summer by going into the attic and look into some old boxes. I ate my breakfast quickly waiting to discover the wonders that waited to be discovered.

It started as any other Friday. I had just walked home from school. My brother, Ethan, was already there when I opened the door and walked into my house. He always got out of school early on Friday. My mom came around the corner and said “Hi Alex! How was school?” I told her it was ok. I went through the normal routine of throwing my backpack next to my desk to do any work after I ate. I sat down at the table and my mother gave me some tomato pasta to eat for lunch. After I finished eating I went back to my desk. I found that for once, I had very little, only two pages of math. I thought to myself “What a sight for sore eyes.” I plugged in my headphones and went to work. Around forty-five minutes later I had finished and realized I had all