Key West-Personal Narrative

We pulled into a freshly paved parking lot off of Old Graves Mill road. I stepped out the car and practically ran to the doors as my mom walked over. I opened the door and felt a blast of cold air, it was refreshing from the outside warmth. I stepped inside and immediately noticed the two kitten rooms on either side of the door. They were adorable and I completely forgot that we were supposed to be going to the front desk.

I look over and see one of our cats, Marz. I pet his fluffy, orange and white fur, and scratch him under his chin. He purrs just a little harder, just a little louder, and my smile gets a little broader. Marz is the sweetest cat I’ve ever known, always there when your day maybe isn’t the best, and you need someone to talk to. Most of the time he listens, too. He’s the best friend I need at times.

Bayley was reluctant to make the trip down to Key West, as she was fearful of the

One sunny day in South Carolina, my family and I spent the day at a beach called Isle of Palms. We all decided to go since it was our only free day from my dance competition. We woke up extra early, just so we could spend the entire day there. By about 12:30 in the afternoon, we were all tanning and one of my dance friends showed up. she was really excited to get in the water, so I went in with her.

It was a shivering day in Hershey. I was taking a peaceful walk through the beautiful city. I was going to my favorite garden which wasn’t much now. Near a bare tree I caught a glimpse of a sparkle. I slowly crept to it and I picked it up and it was a kitten! It had fur which felt like prickles from a rose bush on my hands. It’s coat was a crystal white color. The fur was sparkling like a million diamonds. I thought quick, and decided to take it home with me.

“Quincie!” She exclaimed.  We have a quick hug after not seeing each other for a week since she went on vacation. I put my stuff in my locker. Then we walked to class; weaving through the crowds of students reluctantly walking to class.

It was the first day of third grade. I was so excited to go back to school, to see some new faces and old friends. I woke up before my alarm clock went off just to pick out my outfit and make sure everything looked perfect. My older sister and I walked down to the bus stop, and had a short conversation with our neighbor before my bus came first and I couldn’t have been more thrilled.

Nâdiya chuckled again, he could feel her smiling in his head, and bounced off the cushions she had been laying off. She stretched for a moment in a very cat like manner, her back legs stretching out one by one and her great wings fanning out high above their heads, before she padded over to him. What were you painting? She asked, gazing up at the canvas through golden yellow eyes.

For the first time in weeks my eyes didn't burn from just being outside. The air around me was surprisingly fresh for being in the valley; the place where the air quality always seemed to be deadly. The clouds in the sky were gray puffs, that was a shocking sight considering we've been use to the gray smoke recently. It seemed as if the weather had flipped a switch and decided to go into fall instead of the endless summer that seems to follow us everywhere.

I am Oliver. I am a kitten. The Millard family adopted me a few months ago. My mom was a barn cat. If nobody bought me before a was 12 weeks olds, I was going to go to a shelter. Nobody wants to go to a shelter. My mom’s owner knew Mrs.Millard. So when My human mom sent a picture of me to Mrs.Millard, Let’s just say I was the happiest kitten ever. I was sad to leave my mom, But I was going to have a warm house. My mom told me she loved me and that she likes the barn better. So here I am at the Millard's house. I love it

A few Saturdays ago I went to Bayside Miami to watch a life band playing. Personally I do not enjoy going to concert. I do not like big crows, and I dislike the fact in most concerts, one has to listen to just one artist’s songs. I do not know the name of the band playing at the Marina Stage in Bayside, so I will refer to it as the Bayside

My day had been boring as usual. I skipped breakfast and got to school early, trying my hardest to find an empty classroom where I could avoid immersing myself in the social pandemonium more widely regarded to as High School. I believe I interact with as little people as possible. Their naive minds have yet to comprehend a matter more foreign them than the Mariana Trench; empathy. A simple expression of understanding and the capability to see oneself in another. My isolation is partly because I view many high-schoolers as small-minded, part of it is because high-schoolers are weary of me. I had a friend with whom I could confide all my secrets, so trustingly I told her about my condition. I should have guessed that would

It was a Saturday morning in Glenwood, Iowa. It was also Casey White’s ninth birthday. Casey’s grandma, parents, and older sister, Jordan, knew she wanted a kitten, and Casey made it pretty clear that’s all she wanted for her birthday.

“Well I am mad at you!” Grace shouted, “You never tell me anything anymore, we are supposed to be best friends and you aren’t acting like one.” Marley nodded her head in agreement.

My first day was a bright sunny morning, I remember being so anxious I hardly slept. I remember taking an hour picking my first day outfit, I wore a yellow button down flowy shirt, beige skinny jeans, and some sparkly new shoes. My best friend’s older sister had decided to take us because she was an incoming senior that year and she wanted to make sure we knew where our classes were, she manly wanted us to feel comfortable and at home. but how do you feel comfortable knowing you’re just a new tiny fish in a gigantic sea. As Darrian opened the door for us she began to start showing us around the school, after she had showed us everything, she told us “you all are on your own now, good luck.” As soon as I saw her walking away I suddenly started to panic but I managed to keep my cool. I took a deep breath and started to stroll the hallways of John B. Alexander High school trying not to get run over by a stampede of students trying to get to class as well. Most of them were running around like crazy people, inches away from pushing me. I felt so alone, almost like a stray kitten lost in the streets of a big city. All I wanted to do was get out of there, but I knew I couldn’t do that.