Katherine-Personal Narrative

January 25th, 2003, I, Katia Win-Aria George entered the world. After my mother suffered through long 72 hour labor, I finally was welcomed to the world by my Mom, LaToya George and my father, Antonio George. Along side my parents was my Nana, Doretha Berry. This was only the beginning of my amazing life!

I chose this picture of my sisters because it is my favorite one. I am on the far left, my little sister, Karrie, is in the middle, and my older sister, Kassie, is on the far right. This picture just seems like another picture of sisters but we are so much more, we are best friends. We are all so different but all so alike. We all go by shortened names, Kassie is Kasandra, Katie is short for Katelyn, and Karrie is short for Karrington. We have age gaps of six years in between Kassie and I, and four years in between Karrie and I. Not to mention how different we all look. I got the naturally curly hair from my dad, Karrie has the dark brown hair from my mom, and Kassie got the blond hair from her dad. Yes, Kassie has a different dad but we have never made a big deal about it

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

I remember the night I was taken from the home I had lived in for nine years. I’ll never be able to forget that night no matter how hard I try.I lived alone with only Daddy to take care of me. I don’t Think Daddy ever really liked me. I know that he had always wanted a boy. He would never have the chance to have one because two years later mama died from small pox. After that daddy would barely get out of bed, and when he did he would go down to the local saloon and buy a bottle of rum and sit on the curb and murmur to himself as he drank the bottle down.I wouldn’t of survived if I hadn’t meet Dame Kleur, african for color lady. People called her this because of the colorful beads she always wore around her neck. I met her one day when

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

It was the year 1889 and I wanted a baby so desperately. You see a vampire like me is less likely to get pregnant than a steer. I was on the hunt for somebody’s baby to take. I had just relocated to the town Minneapolis when I heard a young girl not even the age of fifteen with two heart beats. I had found my next victim.

Amy sits in the driver's seat of the car. According to her father two o'clock on a Sunday is the best time to drive. It's 'too late for brunch and too early for barbeques'. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly.

I know that Alysson and I have been friends for a very long time now, but last week we had gotten into a fight about how someone at the table had taken her spot. During Choir she told me that she felt like I was replacing her, which started the entire argument. I told her that I wasn't replacing her, and I couldn't make the other person move just because she wanted to sit there. She ended up sitting on the floor for a few days until the principal told her to go find a seat to sit in. They got into a small argument, and I tried to convince her to stop arguing with the principal. After our magor fight she had tried to start two more arguments on monday. One during breakfast, and another one during choir. I told her that she could be mad all

When I was fighting i believe that i was invincible. I thought nobody could hurt me i figured I was the strongest and the fastest. But then there was this new women named katherine Garrett. She was only 6”0 and she was only 180 pounds. She was mean and aggressive. She had eyes to kill. I was told that we were going to fight and she is a tough person to beat. It started off in the late 90s early 2000s I was about 25 and i was number 1 in the state so you can say i was really good. So it was about 12pm and i was getting ready for the fight and i saw kathrine walk down the hall in her boxing gloves she looked at me with anger in her eyes. It felt like a knife piercing through me. So it hit 12:30 pm they called me and kathrine down we both stepped in the ring. The

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

I know it isn’t appropriate to discuss so openly in front of the rest of my class, my emotional issues but a part of me, a part of me wants to and a part of me feels like I need to speak. I need to speak, for I am afraid, I am afraid that if I do not speak, I may crumble and I am afraid that I may not have this opportunity again. So I begin speaking.

She’s the most wanted criminal, the one who got away with brutal murder… It started off as a harmless thought and slowly but surely it attacked her body throughout. It shredded through every loving memory and every cheerful thought at the seams; every social outing she was invited to became nothing. She became nothing. She felt like a ghost floating about in the background, and so she stopped. Stopped going out, stopped talking and even wanted to stop existing. Before her unfortunate end, Isabella made sure that she wouldn’t be remembered by anyone. No longer was she the popular girl that everyone admired she was a soulless empty beast that destroyed everything she once had a passion for.

I tiptoed down the rest of the stairs dodging huge holes in the wood. Before stepping out the door I called “Going to walk Hailey to school.” I paused for a minute waiting for a response from Marissa who was frantically looking through the kitchen drawers for something. She looked up for a second and without saying anything resumed her search more desperate now for whatever she was searching for. She says she is worried for me, and that I would have to accept that Hailey was gone as she she had. I try telling her nothing happened to Hailey. She just doesn’t get it. I hold the door open for Hailey and then shut it convulsing the walls.

As I felt depressed, I walk into the cafeteria passing crowds of wild people and find a seat in the corner of the lunchroom, where barely anyone sits. Why is it me who is always pointed out at the wrong mistakes I do, when there are other people who make mistakes, too? I question myself. I’m the only one who always gets pointed out and bullied. As I wonder about the situation to myself, tears run down my cheek, and suddenly, a group of kids come up to me. The bullies.

It was freezing cold and pitch dark. Scattered around me were tiny broken glass and a strong dark scent of burning rubber suffocated me. My seatbelt was strapped on to my body as if someone was holding me down. I was numb throughout my whole body and could not breathe. Gasping for air, my mind went in circles thinking am I alive? I noticed cars roaming rapidly as if we were invisible. I was terrified. Looking over at my best friend, he was laying there unconscious. Not being able to breathe normally, I tried to scream for help but no one came. Waiting for someone to come, I felt as if we were all left here die. All I could think of was if this was the end for me.