Marcy-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.

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.

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.

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.

Bethany Hamilton screamed "I got attached by a shark". Her friend Alana, her dad Holt, and her brother Bryan rushed to get to her. Holt got there first, staring at her arm being gone, but stops because he knew if he didin't hurry she would die of blood loss. Bryan called 911, and waited for the ambulance. When the ambulance came, they rushed to get her to the hospital. A couple of hours went by, Bethany got out of surgery. After all the visits and stuff she asked when can she get back in the water? The Doctor said it would take a long time for her to get use to having only one arm. The doctor talked a lot but all she could think of was the ocean. Thats when she made a promise to be on a surfboard by Thanksgiving Day.

"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.

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.

“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.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

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.

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

"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