Ka-Ka-Klink-Personal Narrative

Do you have a bestfriend that feels just like a sister? My bestfriend is McKenah Kloes, her personality makes you smile everyday and we have the most crazy memories. Even know she loves to goof around she’s very intelligent.

When I was 13 years old I went to school in Waycross,GA. I went to Waycross Middle School. My school was one of the top schools in Waycross. I was 3rd in my class, and I had all A's and B's.

The first hill approaches and you’re brought all the way up very slowly until it fakes you out and continues slow and straight ahead at the top. A few small twists and turns and a second hill approaches, this time not fake. You’re brought to the top and quickly dropped down and incline. You and all the people behind you start whooping as the ride stays fast through all its sharp turns and fast speeds.

She was always there, for as long as I could remember. Never was there a day that I wouldn’t help her cook. Be it simply mixing up dough I always helped. Every time I walked into the house, a new aroma filled my lungs. I called her Mamaya and though the origin of her nickname was never clear, everyone referred to her as that. She was my favorite abuela.

The sunrise starts to make its present known through the black bandit mask of night, its yellow belly and flashes of warm reddish brown brighten the sky as the morning first light.

As I stumbled outside to go check on the cattle to make sure they were ok from the dust, the dust instantly blew at my face like tiny pellets shooting at me,which brings a lot of pain and harm to my face and body. The dark sky hovered over me, and my feet sank into the dirt and all the dust. When I was finished checking on our cows, my father shouted at me from the window of our house. “Christiano! Get back over here right now! It’s way too dangerous for you to be out there at this time!!” His name is Tommy Lee, but I like to call him Poppa. He is someone that I will always look up to. There are times when I would do anything to run away, but at the same time no one loves me as much as he does. I came back inside, and I was covered in dust.

I had a lot of fun this summer. I spent a great amount of time with my family and friends. This summer I hung out with my friends, I went on some vacations, and I worked at True Value.

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.

It has already been a year since I left our farm in Eglingham to fight for our country, and in that year that I have been gone, everything has been going quite smoothly. When I left to join the British Armed Forces, I was immediately placed into training due to the need for men on the battlefields, it’s a rough experience, but I survived nonetheless. Does Father still wish to get in shape? I learned a necessary rule of thumb if he wants to be realistic: “Don’t run before you can walk.” Doesn’t that sound a lot like Father? At least, I thought it did.

Kammi Kolanko is my mother and hero. She is 37 years old and works at a school as a substitute teacher in the Norwin Elementary School. She also lives in a house on 1180 Pinewood Road Irwin PA 15642. She helps me with my homework and makes sure I have everything ready for school in the morning each day. She also makes sure I have a good packed lunch for every day in school. She is a person who is an amazingly good and fast cook. She wants us, her kids, to not become selfish. She also wants us to lead productive lives. She hopes we can be kind people when we grow up.

It was a warmer day than most thus far into the season, I thought as I stood on the porch of our two story ranch house looking up; watching the rolling skies for any hint of unpleasant weather to come. One

Oh, Ken! I’m so sorry to hear about your foot and leg are infected again, especially your leg, Ken, because I thought it was getting better. But, when was the last time you saw your doctor, Ken? Didn't he detect that your foot and leg were getting worse when he saw them? I wish I could help you but I can only say you that don't give up and that think that all is going to be well... oh, and send you a giant bear hug.

It was a cloudy friday afternoon; friday the 5th to be more specific. My friends and I had just got out of school when we were going to drive to Circle K. We went the back route in order to avoid the heavy traffic, which comes with the territory on a friday afternoon. It was only when we were about to turn into the front lot of the station when JT exclaimed “Hey! What’s that guy doing behind Circle K?”. We were all confused when he said so, but then Adarius pointed and said “Look over there, by the cooling system.” It was then and only then when we saw what JT had initially seen. There was a man hunched over, and being the smart kids we are, went to investigate. The man smelled rotten and seemed as if he hadn’t showered in weeks. As we approached, he said with a raspy voice, “Hey kid, come here. I *cough* *cough*, have to give you something”. Just as we approached he started hacking and hacking and hacking. and with one of his few last breaths, he managed to get out, “Kid, take this, and dont do with it what I did with it”, he pulled out $500 dollars and gave it to me. We drove away from the man in silence for a while, like after a scary movie. Landis, Adarius’s brother finally broke the silence, “So… Whatcha guys want to do today?”

The ground looked up at me menacingly. After an agonizing 2 minutes, we reached the curve at the top of the hill. As we rounded the bend, I glimpsed the drop ahead. The butterflies drummed twice as hard now. Then, the end of the curve was upon me, and we stopped! “What happened? Is something wrong?” All of the sudden, the brakes gave way. A yell tore itself from my lungs as we flew down the hill. My hands gripped the armrests like there was no tomorrow. But then, after the initial drop, excitement flared through me. “This is the best rollercoaster ever!” I thought to myself. The coaster took me up, down, and all around. It felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. But, to my despair, all roller coasters end. As we pulled up to the dismount station, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to forget this!”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The old clock that sits in our unclean living room, only makes one noise. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You can hear the eerie noises all throughout the house. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. My grandmother said the clock once upon a time belonged to my father. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock’s endless sounds infiltrate my thoughts and mess with my head. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. My head starts pounding and my heart starts racing like a horse that was just let out of the gate. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I am all the sudden only thinking one thing. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The racket got louder and faster by the second, pounding in my ears. You have to get out of here, the elusive voice in my subconscious says.