Joey-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

I was born in beautiful city ludhiana and the place was full of life and wonders i spent may whole childhood there. I still remember a lot of thing that happened when i was child some memories are so bad that it seems that that it occurred few days back. one incident i remembered from my childhood is that i owned a dog named bravo, bravo was 8 year old. I have many memories with him , when bravo always knew when i am sick or not feeling well he use to come to me , rest his face on my knees an stay that way and always be my side when i am not in great place mentally. He is timid and very intelligent boy as bravo's death come uninvited and unexpected and made my life miserable. As bravo was so adorable playful, energetic and above all my best

"C'mon Lenick...Keep your chin up" As Chance says as he proceeds to fight his student. "I haven't given up before Chancellor, I won't start now." Lenick then throws a punch to Chance. Chance dodges the punch and takes Lenick's arm, throwing him onto the ground. "You are getting to predictable young apprentice. You have to learn to notice your opponent's maneuvers, not let your opponents see yours. That's what it takes to become a Specialist." Lenick gets back up and ready's himself so does Chance. As Lenick is about to strike, The final bell rings, Chance goes to a rest position, "That is today's class." Chance then walks over to Lenick, "Remember what we talked about, make sure you study your opponent before they have the chance to study you."

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.

You are literally one of the nicest human beings I have ever met, along with Pink of course. But as i’ve gotten to know you more over the year, i’ve learned about all the things you do that you might not get a ton of recognition for, such as helping JT, and it is truly an inspiration. You’ve never asked for recognition for any of the things you do, but I know that everything you do now make you such a great person, so I know you have an amazing future ahead of you. Trust me, I’ll never forget the Stats class with Chipoli (however you said it), and the countless times we just laughed at ourselves because we had no idea what was going on. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said that class wasn’t the biggest struggle, but we struggled together,

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.

A middle-aged man called Bill Foster is dealing with both unemployment and a divorce. When his car breaks down on a Los Angeles highway, he leaves his vehicle and begins a journey across the city to attend his daughter's birthday party. As he makes his way through the urban suburbs, Bill's frustration with the way society works starts resulting in violent encounters with various people, including a vengeful gang and a dutiful veteran cop, Detective Pendergast.

Chandler wheels me out the front hospital doors and into the early Winter air. I take a deep lung chilling breath as we stop to wait for my mom to pull up. Due to me being a stubborn ads and not listening when anyone said to take it easy I popped my stitches constantly which resulted in a longer stay in the hospital due to the depth of my wounds. It's not like I can't handle a little pain here and there.

Jack Foster was a dreamer. He liked searching the shelves in the local bookstore, exchanging a brief smile with the old man behind the counter from time to time. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes as he sat down by an old oak tree and began reading. He valued the kind of simplicity offered by fictional worlds. The black words scribbled across the page had the power to transport him anywhere. He could be anything — a struggling doctor, a secret agent, a tyrant king in a far off land —and for a few moments every day, Jack forgot about the dreaded letter he had received a few weeks ago. He had been working overtime at Wilson's Market, stocking the shelves and admiring the beautiful brunette behind cash register three. His heart pounds against

It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always this bald and beautiful. I, like many other young men, was a victim of a vicious receding hairline. Me being so young, I fell victim to a plethora of cruel jokes, I mean let’s face it, not many sixteen-year-old girls swoon over a young boy with the hairline like their fathers. I was constantly ragged on by family, friends, strangers, and anyone else with a working pair of eyes. Thus, I grew to be very self-conscious about my hairline, or lack thereof. Then that all changed one day with a mirror and a razor. Looking back at it, I can’t help but laugh and smile when I think about the days when all I wanted was a full head of hair.

“It was my fault, okay?” His statement caused her to halt. She attempted to look at him again but her eyes focused on the clouds above his head. He stuffed his hands in his pockets before sauntering away. His hand fiddled with the wallet. She dragged herself to her dorm; her hatred for herself grew. She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking about how incredibly stupid she was. She replayed the encounter in her mind, rewriting the entire event to fit an embarrassment free one. As she blamed herself, her thief found himself at his quiet area on campus. While sitting on a bench, he examined the wallet. A tattered, russet leather wallet with ‘Marcy’ embroidered on it with blue bubble letters. He ran his index finger along each letter, tracing

Performing Arts Company, the theatre program through Gull Lake, is an okay place to be. People get to show off their talents, express themselves, and there’s obviously an awful lot of messing around. When we aren’t being absolutely and completely productive and professional, we play, and screw off as most clubs do. There's dozens of inside jokes that if most people heard them they would completely question what even goes on at PAC. My two favourite running jokes are from the Mook Mook/Neff Neff fiasco, and the “What does a year taste like?” craze. The Director, Mr. Jonathan Kind, is extremely done with the “What does a year taste like?” joke and he's beginning to scare me a little, so I'll just explain Mook Mook/Neff Neff.

My father Uriel an archangel, my mother, Elizabeth, and my brother, Castiel also an archangel. That is my family, well my real family anyways. My mother and father had never told me why they gave me up. All they would ever say is “ You are destined for great thing Jupiter. That is all you need to know” like I know what that meant. I really never fit in with my adopted family. I always looked so different from them. They still think I don't know that I am adopted but I have know since I was 13. Cas and I are twins, so we have the link that binds our .

“When I was a little kid I had a good friend who lived down the road from me. Her name was Aria Robin Hunter. I always thought it was cool she had two first names but she thought it was bothersome since she had to explain it to everyone. Aria Robin was always a very creative girl, even for a kid, she seemed to have all these never ending ideas. She was perfectly fine with being left to her thoughts even when it was because all the other kids thought she was weird. She never minded them when they saw her creations as strange alien things. All she said to the boy who told her an animal she drew was strange looking was that he simply hadn’t seen one before. She didn’t seem odd to me when we were little but I began to see her differently as we

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…