Manzanita-Personal Narrative

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

My eyes shoot open as I am thankfully ripped from that nightmare. Wow, after about two years I still manage to still have nightmares. It’s been two years since we were thankfully able to leave the isle of the lost, and come to the United States of Auradon. It’s been two years that I have attended Auradon prep and sadly my last year because, I am graduating. We all started our sophomore year and thankfully when school just started, if we hadn’t we would probably wouldn’t be graduating with our friends and my boyfriend. It’s been two years since Ben and I started dating and ever since then I have never been happier. Things have been amazing and being with him is the best thing ever. However, I guess I can’t really say that everything has been

I WANT ROWDY IN REARDAN! Even though it seemed like it was never going to happen I am still going to try my best to get him in. He was my best friend and I had to get him in Reardan somehow, even if he was still mad at me or not. Well, first I had to wait for him to get over the fact that I left the rez. It took some time but he finally got over it. I’ll try and hope for the best that he gets a scholarship for basketball so he can come to the school. So I decided to get him and go to my house to talk. That didn’t turn out as expected because I heard screams and shouting bursting out of his house. So for me, I thought the best idea was to just leave the situation. Some part of me thinks that I should’ve gone in there but I ignored it, hopefully,

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,

"Tehgan" is what she calls me. Kennedy my older sister had an amazing life. She was treated like a queen. She got anything she wanted, she got a brand new car too. I loved to watch Kennedy dance, she was wonderful. She had a career, until she messed up the rest of her life. Kennedy had a best friend (Taylor). Taylor didn't care what she did neither did her parents. We Kennedy got her car the only rule was to not take it to Taylors house. Taylor had party's, drank, smoke, and did drugs.

It was about 9 o’clock when I left my house for Carnival. When I arrived, there were people already drinking, dancing

After a long walk down we finally reached the place where the Amontillado lied in wait. The tiresome journey would all be worth it for a taste of such a rare find—during carnival of all times! My dear friend directed me deeper into the crypt which was difficult to see in with the dim light that emanated from the torch he gave me. He mentioned the name of that fool Luchresi again, Ha! He does not deserve a taste of this rarity- he cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry. I continued to walk forward until I felt my fingertips brush against the damp, cold wall. Confused, I seem to have reached the end of the room. Since I was a bit disoriented from my earlier drinking I assumed I might have walked right passed the Amontillado. Suddenly, I felt

Beginning his day at the crack of dawn, or more like when the sun is halfway past the horizon. The daily process happens again for my uncle. This entails attempting to get out of bed, which I also have trouble with too. Then onto the kitchen for a quick meal of whatever is available; from orange juice and some bland cereal, or some scrambled eggs and burnt, crisp toast. Using his already overworked hands, he reaches for the newspaper to find out who won last night's baseball game. A disappointing frown falls over his aged face as he realizes that his team lost... again. He finishes his half eaten breakfast, and disappointing newspaper. Slowly, he moves on to get ready. Grabbing one of the remaining outfits that are clean; we get

Heading to her final class for the day, Sanika is frozen in her tracks as she catches a glimpse of Nyoki, her breathing becoming tapered, she reach for her chest as it begins tightening, she starts feeling . *Will he be understanding of my situation? Please be okay with working together around my schedule!* she thought as she watched Nyoki and Brendan walking to class. "How was class Sanika? Was Nyoki mean to you?" At the mention of Nyoki's name Sanika lost her train of thought, turning around she saw Miki. "Huh, the class was great and Nyoki let me borrow a pencil, so I can not say he was mean to me in the least bit, but I did happen to get paired with him for our first assignment!" Sanika said hiding her anxiety looking back out the window.

Do you ever feel out-of-place? Like you’re doing everything right but something feels wrong? I’ve spent my entire life feeling like that. My name is Astrapovroda. Ever since I can remember I’ve been stuck here at Camp Misó with all the other half bloods. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my father is a God. Supreme god. Zeus to be exact. I’ve never seen him and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist. According to our camp leader Hestia, I look a lot like my father. I have straight jet black hair, an olive skin color, and a pretty athletic build. Hestia says it my eyes that remind her most of my father. They are an electric green and huge. From what I’ve heard we have similar personalities. We both are extremely competitive. Whatever I do,

I don’t know why I remember that game so vividly. That game that went on for what seemed like forever. The cushion between my bent up gaming chair at 3:00 in the morning was flattened between the seat and my bottom. My eyes were glued to the monitor as my character ran down the middle lane to join the heat of the battle. As the 50 minute marker hit I started to lose my ability to think properly. My mind was fried from the last two games I played. But neither of them lasted as long as this one was. Most of these games lasted between 20-30 minutes. Yet here we were: Isabelle, myself, and three other random people fighting for our lives in this game. My character, Soraka, got to run down the fields of justice to join the fight while I sat alone in my darkened den watching the surroundings around her. As Soraka passed the trees and rocks that forged the path towards the enemy’s base an alert came from Isabelle.

It was almost autumn. The grass was getting paler, the leaves on the trees were starting to become more of an apricot tone. And it was colder. Definitely not the warm summer weather, when the heat of the sun would kiss my skin. No more days spent at the beach. I missed it, but I think everyone did. I wish I could have one more summer with all my friends. But now that school’s been going on, I haven’t had time to go hang out with friends, go see a movie, or do the fun things high schoolers are supposed to do. All that fun stuff, has kind have been on the back burner lately. But I’ve always been well known at my school, at least, thanks to Selena, who kind of brought me more into that popular group. Selena has always been there for me. As long as I could remember when we were about 5, she invited me to her birthday party, that my parents insisted I should go to, and we have always been best friends since. And Selena also

It was a 1:00 o’clock game, the field smelled like sweaty players there was 50 seconds left in the 2nd quarter. the tension wasso loud fans yelling so loud security trying to calm some drunk fans down. that were trying to run on the field then a man roughly “5,9” in a long dark jacket was let on the field by one of the security guards that security guard then ran off out of the stadium another security guard then tried to stop him the man started to take off his jacket he shot the security guard in the stomach and he fell on his knees then everyone tried to run out the stadium including me as I got up my seat was so sticky I almost fell down then there were more men in dark cloaks at every exit then over the speakers I heard “no one is allowed

Alright you lousy dopey I am back once more,I need to write about my lowly uninteresting life... again. My phoney teacher made me do the exact same thing a couple weeks back, but now I have to recreate it , but extend it into an essay. Can you believe that? Calls himself “Mr. Pardini”, what a phoney. I can’t stand this guy, I really can’t; he always thinks he’s some sorta hot shot who owns the place. You should see him in class for chrissake! I can go on for days about how much of a bastard he is really , but I don’t feel like it. Now hold on a minute, he’s gonna be reading this; Mr. Pardini is one suave sonuvabitch, really is. Anyway, like I said before if you didn’t notice you dope, this is going to be about my life, from morning,school,

Suddenly, a bout of intense homesickness washed over Fianna. Why am I’m always alone, she sighed. Her emotional solitude was wreaking havoc on her ability to fully experience the lesson. At least if Rory were with me, he’d tell me the meanings of the inscriptions.