Jenna Zarroli Narrative

One day, Abby, Jenna, and their parents were going camping. Early in the morning, their mom ran into their room and yelled that they were late and needed to go right that second. They jumped out of bed and dumped one of their drawers into their suitcase. They closed it, got ready, and ran to the car.

She smiled at the sound of her music. She walked her usual route to school. That normal shrub, that normal tree, that normal building. She sighed at all of the normal things that she passed every day. She just hoped that something else would happen, something exciting. She got the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed out of the way from an unknown force, and an unknown reason. She looked back in time to see that a man had pushed her out of the way as an SUV and a Semi-truck collided with each other. The that stood in front of her was telling her something, but she couldn’t hear anything from the blasting of her headphones. She was too in shock to move, or remove her headphones to hear the man. The police siren sounded off in the distance. She felt the fire

This way, if you looked at her face all you would see was a beautiful woman with piercing blue eyes and a warming smile.

Amelia Reiser is one of my best friends and I have known her since I was four and she was three. The Reisers normally live right outside of Philadelphia, but they have a farmhouse behind my house. We would play together as children, but we grew into our friendship, we were not close for a long time. Amelia was a happy-go-lucky child and was very energetic. I was a more serious child and would rather read a book then run around outside. It took awhile to mature and achieve a balance that both of us were happy with, but by the time I entered middle school we were very close, despite the distance. We would spend summers together usually at the farmhouse and she would also come up for weekends during the year.

What brought my friend and I together was having the French language in common, we would practice the language and go to school together. However, she is a year older than me. We both went to the same elementary school and high school but when it came to University we went our separate ways. Barbie Basement from Secrets & Confidences portrayed the friendship between three girls that was created due to the fact that they all

My elementary days were coming to an end. We were graduating soon. I discovered everything I wanted know from Annie. I was actually one of her best friend. Someone who would never betrayed her and sincerely congratulate her on every success. After graduation, she gave me a hug and told me she will miss me. She was the first person to hug me. Sadly, I never saw her

My dad had to stay home for work that weekend, so we said our goodbyes and waved as we pulled out of the driveway onto Cermak road. I looked at the GPS and it predicted a 5 hour car drive. I was not excited whatsoever for this because I do not like long car rides, but I knew that I had plenty of homework to do to keep myself busy. My sister put her headphones in and began to take a nap while I took my IPad out and began to work on the Biology project. I sat for about an hour editing and finalizing the video my group had created about the grassland biome. Then, I began to read my English literature circle book, Life of Pi. It began getting dark very quickly. After about a half hour of reading and annotating, I could not even see the pages anymore. I gave up on doing the rest of my homework, so I put my headphones on and turned on my Spotify Daily Mix to listen to the rest of the way there. I watched the landscape change from the oak brown forests in Illinois to endless farmlands in Indiana to the magnificent Lake Erie in Michigan. We took a narrow steel bridge over Lake Erie to get to Grosse Isle, Michigan. Once we crossed the bridge, we continued on the main road until it ran into Maise Court. My mom pulled up into the driveway and my friends, Josie and Allie, were already waiting there to greet us with their new dog

I Nicole Davidson , The new kid. I just moved into this new neighborhood after my parents divorce. I guess I can't blame them , my dad was a dick head... excuse my language, I meant Bad person.

Life doesn’t last forever. No matter how much you yearn and pray that it does, it won’t. And that is something that you need to accept. You can’t cling desperately to something that is just out of your reach, for if you let yourself slip into the deep, dark pit of despair then you won’t be able to pull yourself out again. This realization made me stop and think. No longer was I crying for the loss of my best friend, but for the fact that she wasn’t in pain anymore and is in the best place possible. That day will never be lost in memory, nor the pain felt. Her tag still hangs around my neck, and will cease to ever come off again. This was the most irrevocably traumatizing day of my life, but I have learned so much from it. It has shown me the truth of life and death and how to overcome and push through

It was 5:00, it’s crazy that we had been walking for hours and it hadn’t even felt like it. As I peered between tall trees, I saw a waterfall way out in the distance, the two of us decided to head that way. It took about five minutes to get to the falls and it was breathtaking. The setting sun floated just above the rocks behind and around the stream of water sloping down the mountain side.So there we stood, on top of the world, in front of a pink and orange sky as the constant sound of water crashing into the lower river filled my ears, I was in awe. Allegedly, Erin felt the same way because neither of us said anything for at least ten minutes. I felt as if I could stay there forever. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of this gorgeous view, but time after time each picture turned out bad and not what the actual scene looked like. I realized at that moment that some things are just too great to take a picture and I think that is the way things are supposed to be. The fresh breeze was back again and it was even colder than earlier . I then realized just how cold I was and checked my watch, it read 5:45, the perfect time to start heading back to the

I sat up and let out a gigantic yawn as I stretched my arms and legs. My body had felt as if I had slept in a box all night and was taking my first step out. I pulled my soft pink blanket up to my chin and wrapped it around me tightly. That was when I heard the scream and, nevertheless, the sound of my name followed. “Haylee. Haylee. Hurry downstairs. It’s Kassi.” I threw my blanket down and let it fall to the floor. I rushed down the stairs and saw my sister in just a Pull-Up, and on her knees crying for help. I pushed everyone to the side so I could grab her. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, tears rolling down her face. That was when I saw the gash in her right eyebrow. It wasn’t like a tiny scrape you get when you fall, but it looked like she had a hole right above her eye. The

“Yea! It finally snowed!” yelled Laura. “Let’s see if it packs good enough to build a snowman!” Laura raced to the door, but Timothy got there before Laura did. Timothy is Laura’s brother; he is eleven, a year older than Laura. She has another brother named Nathan; he is six, four years younger than Laura.

When I walked into her room the vibe felt like a punch in the face, it was just awful. The vibe was like a thick fog, clouding up the room with pain and sickness, altering reality. With every step into the room I took the room got darker and greyer. When I saw her, I knew that death was coming for her. She had gone from the beautiful green-eyed blonde I knew to a

After one year of hell, loneliness consuming me, I met my best friend. We didn’t necessarily start out that way though. In fact, I recall her wanting to punch me in the face. Let me explain. At the start of 7th grade at my middle school you had the option to start earning your foreign language credits for your coming high school career. At the time, I was infatuated with Parisian culture. From baguettes to bon bons, if it was French and fancy, Karisma took interest in it. Moving on, about half the semester in, I was still without friends (read: close friends). I had the typical classroom acquaintances, but nobody I viewed as reliable for things other than history notes. One day I was early for French class and I walked up to this crispy chicken nugget toned girl I had seen in class quietly sitting with my acquaintances on the

Relationships are a crucial part of living a happy and healthy life. Through relationships we find friendship, companionship, comfort, and stability. I definitely found all of these aspects in my friendship with Lilly. During 7th grade my family decided that I would be switching schools for high school and that it would be good to switch during 8th grade for an easier transition. Near the end of my 7th grade year I visited Ravenna Middle School for a day to see if I liked it. For this visit, I was assigned a student that I would follow around of the day and that person was Lilly. I remember being really nervous to spend a day with a stranger but the principal ensured me that Lilly was really nice and outgoing and that I would really have a good time with her. It turns out that he was right.