Marcy-Personal Narrative

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

"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.

The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

His smile grew wider in sync with the girl's giggle. "A spider? A-Okay." It won't be any weirder if she said that it was a frog or lizard to Olaf. She could be a spider collector or maybe just need one to practice a spell, but if she's looking one to do a prank, now, that will be interesting. "Olaf, second year Gryff," and gave her hand a firm shook. Now that the Gryff boy knew what he was supposed to look, it definitely helps with the search. His eyes back to scour the floor, tried to see if there's a cobweb or something that'll hint them the insect was around. "Are you sure they're here?" glancing at Hattie, checking in. "How many do you need? I could use one for myself," he grinned. The Claw won't mind to share their findings, right? Suddenly

“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.

There are millions of people in the military and I have always been fascinated by the concept of it. The interesting part was never the war, they were intriguing, but there is too much death involved. I am fascinated by the concept of being a part of something bigger than you in addition to being one big family fighting for the same thing. I believe it all started with the two thousand one movie Pearl Harbor, no matter what they were facing in their personal life they all worked together. I never really knew anyone involved in the military, but that all changed when my oldest brother joined The United States Air Force.

When i was in 7th grade i met a 6'5 lady named shannon. She impacted my life for the 2 years i got to know her. Shannon was not only a giant but a gentle giant, she had glowing personality, kind heart, everything about her is what i strive to be.

I’ve known of Jaquelle since my junior year in highschool. I met him one day during rap period playing a computer game. We’d greet each other and have a couple laughs whenever we saw one another, but that was really the extent of our friendship. It wasn’t until this year, my senior year, that Jaquelle became one of my closest friends. During the first semester I walked into my third period class looking for friends, as everyone does during the first day of school. I didn’t see any of my close friends, but I saw Jaquelle and knew that we were cool so I sat by him. We had are laughs and jokes as we did in rap period from the previous year. It wasn’t until we started talking about our past experiences in high school that we got close.

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

"Junior year is the year you find out who you really are." That's what I have heard from previous juniors in my two years of high school. I had started to believe they were right but didn't want to settle with it until it happened to me. I have been friends with Ally since we were pre-school age. We had briefly lost touch for the past few years but began to reconnect once we had more classes together. After her first day of softball practice, Ally came to me and said, "Kelsey, the new girl on the softball team, is just so annoying. Like, I can't stand her."

It’s 9 a.m and I’m patting my face so hard with a sponge covered in foundation that I might just bruise. My cousin and I were getting ready to go shopping. I pulled on my favorite outfit which consisted of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. I knew my mom would rather see me in dresses so I head over to the kitchen to taunt her with my plain outfit. I walk in ready to “WOW” her but instead I’m greeted with the pale and worried face of someone who’s seen a ghost. I knew that after everything this would show me that change is something that happens in life. We just have to learn to adapt to it.

Even though I am surrounded by the boney remains of people who once breathed in life, I have never felt more alive than I do right at this moment. The feeling of a successful revenge is like a fine wine rushing through my veins. When placing the last stone in its place of the eternal prison, I can feel my confidence level soaring into the clouds. The several years of mocking and shaming of myself, from Fortunato, has finally been thrown into the spot light, leaving him to decay amongst his own bitter thoughts in the damp and musty catacombs underneath Paris. Only guided by the light of the remaining torch, I found my way out of the endless passages and pathways. With my new found confidence, I march down the cobblestone road to the local pub