Hour Two-Personal Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

“That was the first time I wrestled him,” Miller said. “I beat the snot out of him, really bad. He was shocked. Afterward he was freaking out. He was like, ‘That’s the worst I’ve ever been beat.’”

They’re going to throw you outside…’... ‘Leave him alone. Can’t you see that he’s dead?’ ‘No!’ I yelled.

he did it again so I throw my first punch I punch him right in the jaw he falls and he says “ holly sh!t you punched me so hard I seen God” Ignacio and the group of people

‘Tells you he is going to put that bullet in your head. Any decent man should turn, fight, take that man down. You do not ‘'do no harm'', you make sure you are the toughest. He never did. ‘

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

I swear to God if you do I’ll - BOY WILLIE: What? Kill me? I’m not afraid of death. You can’t hold anything over me.

The power of the kick flings me down the hall. I skip across the floor before rolling to a stop, bumping into the wall. A groan escapes my lips as I lay there, agony hammering through my body. My midsection screams at me and I pray my ribs aren’t broken. I start to sit up, trying to roll onto my stomach. I never get there because Jagger’s already next to me, forcing me down with a heavy knee on my chest. He applies pressure on my lower ribs, depriving me of what little air I have left in my aching lungs.

After Dallas had convinced everyone else that going to the bar and getting shit-faced was a good idea. She was forced to go as well. Seeing as how she was practically their baby sitters. Darry stayed behind with Johnny and Pony, not wanting them to go. While she was stuck with Dally, Steve, Two-Bit, and Soda. And she as the designated driver. They all looked old enough to be drinking, even though they weren't, so they got to go into the bar.

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

“I’m going to kill you.” It’s a threat. A threat he will, most likely carry out, but there’s something in his expression that tells me differently. It’s something that doesn’t make sense with his personality. It’s fear. A fear I know all to well. Fear that he’ll be left here to die and no one will care. The same kind of fear I’ve experienced.

He picks me up and starts walking me to the clubhouse. That’s when my brain finally clears. “Stop. Everyone stay back,” I scream and painfully wiggle out of Kane’s

After the bell rang signifying that we could move the hell on, I became bombarded by Kenny. "Hey big shot. You ready for tonight?"

“Would you stop kicking me!” I screamed ferociously at Cameron Whelpley who was kicking me in the shins for no reason.