How To Write A Narrative Essay About Lamby

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

I bury my face in my hands, unable to hide the red flush on my face. Ava hugs me, a smile on her face as well.

“Yes,” I respond. Nicole gives me a big bear hug. Once she finishes, James comes out of the bathroom and I introduce him to Nicole.

“What mum?,” Shocked to hear her mum’s voice she calls out again. “ Mum! Is that you?”

He pulls her breast into his face, taking in a long whiff, kissing around her neck, softly.

I smile at her, and cup her chin with my hand. Abigail stands on the tip of her feet, she's pretty short so I grab her by the waist and lift her up. She closes her eyes and presses her lips against mine. I hold her against me tightly as our tongues

Lilly!” I demand. She releases a little giggle and teasingly moves her hands. I hop off her

As I saw him walk towards my locker at school, as he usually did after 8th period everyday, I could tell what was about to happen. My name was all that I would let him say before I finished what I already knew he was going to say. "You're breaking up with me". And then I just turned and walked away as he called my name yet again but did nothing to catch up to me. I walked down the hallway by the counselors office in the B building where my group of friends usually hung around and exclaimed that he had just broken up with me. They offered me quick condolences before I walked to my bus and sat quietly till I got home. What then felt like a bitter goodbye eventually felt like a necessary sadness in order to obtain happiness.

Four years ago, I was eagerly listening to Alex McDaniel, an award-winning journalist share her personal insight into the profession at the University of Mississippi when it finally dawned on me: journalism is my calling. Later, I was watching Spotlight, a movie about the efforts of the Boston Globe in the early 2000's to showcase the Church’s acknowledgment and blunt protection of the abuse of children by local priests, when I truly understood the importance of journalism. To this day, Spotlight remains a reminder to always print the un-biased truth for the people, no matter the risks. I believe I deserve to be selected for one of the Education Foundation of Greenville’s scholarships because as a hard-working student I commit myself to effectively take advantage of the opportunity that the scholarships will provide me. Besides, I am a student that does not only persistently works hard academically, but

I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

As the storm rolls over the house, lightning cracks in the distance lighting up the package on the front doorstep. The box had white and blue stripes on it with a red ribbon holding the lid on. As I was bringing it in out of the rain, I noticed a note on the ribbon saying “Grandma: bEWarE” It’s written with some sort of dark red ink and some sort of sticking indented into a splotch at the bottom of the card. I didn’t think much of it and left it on the kitchen table to look at it tomorrow. I awaken to the sound of the cardboard lid falling on the floor and the note from the ribbon left inside the box saying, “bEWarE.” I looked around franticly for a few seconds thinking someone was playing a prank on me, but nothing, just a silent house. I put the box and the lid in the bin and started to get ready for work but I couldn’t get the note out of my head.

My eyes were the worst mixture of bloodshot, purple and torture, my body in the worst state possible having gone seventy two hours without sleep, a meal and a proper shower and my mind, a complete mess. I was physically and mentally exhausted, my body and face displaying it all, yet I don't think I had ever came to know who I was more than at the very moment I saw myself completely shut down.

He smiles again and slowly begins to run his hands over his muscles, caressing his body. His fingers gently play over his belly and then up to his chest. He playfully tugs at his nipple ring and chuckles as you begin to squirm in

She´s grabbed by her ellbow and pulled aside against a manly chest. Looking up with a smile said smile is kissed immediately. "Thought you have to meet someone," she whispers with a smirk. "Sadly it won´t kill them to wait a moment longer." Another kiss.

I found out I had cancer about two weeks after I started my senior year of high school. At the time, I was enrolled in 5 Advanced Placement classes. I decided to drop AP Art because enrolling in a normal art class provided me with a much needed break during my otherwise academically rigorous day. Further, my school offered service learning, which allows seniors to enroll as a teacher’s assistant for credit. My counselor enrolled me as her assistant instead of my current elective, so I would have a down period to do homework in middle of the day. I asked each teacher for a list of assignments to complete and then took three weeks off in October to recover from surgery.