Jackson Edge-Personal Narrative

I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

The Students at Brookeville high school resembled the students of any high school, broken and in need of a savior. As my team entered the football stadium we immediately recognized immodesty in the girls, in which many of those were just in middle school. We continued walking and I notice the less popular kids sitting on the grass hill, or off to the side not participating in the event. We finally reached the bleachers and observed the parents screaming and cheering on their emphasis Brookeville bees. After passing the section of adults, we found our seat behind the student section. This area was prime for observing the high school students interact.

Shawn Torrent was sitting in his math class at Palm beach k-12 school, he looked up from his work to see that his teacher, Mrs. Clarke, was no longer writing a problem on the board, or even in the classroom. Shawn looked around the room, as a few other students started to realize that she wasn’t there. Some of the kids from Shawn’s class, including his best friend Cody Mitchell, stood up and walked to the hallway. Shawn followed everyone into the hallway, where he noticed kids from other classes had done the same. He had asked multiple people what was going on, but got no response from anyone. Then Shawn looked down the hallway and saw Alana Morrison come out of her advanced algebra class. He had always liked Alana, but they had never really

I have a girlfriend and her name is Meghan Vaughn and I love her to the moon and back. So how me and her got together is that one day my friend Bella told me to go to the park. So I did.

The ball went high into the air, it was a spectacular throw, this was the serve Anthony needed at tomorrow’s tournament. Anthony’s eyes widened, this serve was going to be amazing. He moved his racket hand to the ball, a few inches away from making contact…

I ask you where is the help? Blood has covered my clothes and has dripped slowly down my face. Where is the help? I have heard the booming sounds of airstrikes. I have been covered in rubble of buildings that have fallen. Bombs have surrounded me. Where is the help?

Have you ever meet that one girl who is good at pretty much everything the one who is always the teacher's favorite no matter what. Well that’s me.

By any gatherable recollection, the only time my sorry-self got near the verge of proposing - to consequently elude the usual befall of circumstances, yet didn’t - was at her 19th birthday, 4 years ago. That night she felt vulnerable and melancholic at the offset of a failed relationship; thus lying in a snuggle under a lucent sky, teeming with stars staring at us in amazement, we talked for hours - as in our childhood days! In retrospect, Gayle (her name) and I, were like brother and sister; while we both carried on our respective affairs and liaisons, we kept our kinship alive - and always shared our secrets at the end. Accordingly, - as a venue for self vindication - I would state for the record the fact that the night in question I was

“Ladies, I brought in the best,” Craig as usual made an entrance this morning. His positive and energetic attitude brought life to this dull cold morning. Taking off his sunglasses and hat in a flamboyant manner, he presented us with a homemade freshly baked Lime pie. He insisted that i try it even though it was so early in the morning to be eating sweets. As i went over to get a piece, he watched me take a bite, waiting for my reaction. I said, “ Ew what is this?” He was astonished by my abominable facial reaction. Quickly i told him, “It’s a joke, i love the pie, it’s delicious.” He was immediately relieved and didn't think it was funny, but we were all joking around with him. The taste of the pie brought back wonderful memories of my middle