Matte Black-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 heart was pounding as I ran into her closet. I heard the door open and then talking about me. She cried a sob story about how I was a jerk she hated me and how much she liked him. I was angry but felt bad for the guy because he didn't realize she at least two other guys. He said they should find the crowbar to finish off my car. My heart skipped a beat when she said it was in the closet. I

Even though Mr. Malter knew Reuven would want to know about Danny. He kept this unspoken promise to Danny.

Finally, after what seemed like forever we came to a small wooden door that had been painted, you guessed it, white. But, this door was

The closet was musty, small, and had a door with little slots to look out of. I had a key to his apartment and I had left some items in his apartment, which he would not return, so I came to

“Are you okay?” another voice asks, you can tell it’s a guy. That’s when we decided to get up. They are only a couple doors down from us.

But this particular room was my room, the crazy color combination of purple walls and lime green accent pieces reflected my wild and crazy personality. My room, neat and organized, displayed the many different stages in my life and who I was becoming as a person. My room was not only a safe haven for me to escape from the world and my very loud family. But it was also a place where Braxton could feel safe and secure too. Braxton did not mind the crazy colors or even the different things neatly displayed around my room. He just wanted a quiet place to sit for a while to escape the chaotic routine of my family. Although hidden, his favorite place to sit was on that lime green shag rug in the corner of my room. He would often sit there for a while, quietly hidden away from others, playing with his toes or the stringy texture of my rug. A lot of things have changed these last ten months. My room has been totally remodeled and I have even put away that old shag rug, but the one thing that will never change throughout time is our

He did not care that he had been on the late shift, and that she had her alarm set for six in the morning. Ric settled for drinking coffee and reading the morning papers in bed with Serena. They were not officially cohabiting, but they were as good as doing so; they had often shared mornings like this, far from their usual rush around when alone, being together seemed to make mornings far more organised.

It is December 03, 2005 and a typical Saturday morning where I was awakened by a restless night of sleep. I sat up in the bed, grabbed the remote to turn on the television, and then scanned my surroundings only to discover that I had become very familiar with the 4 walls of the room. You see, I was in a relationship (or so I thought) where I can honestly confess that I was not only lonely but I was also alone. I was in a relationship with a live in boyfriend whom rarely surfaced, well at least not when I was at home; his belongings where at my place, but very seldom was his presence made known. My thoughts concerning this so-called relationship begin to overwhelm me so I shifted gears and headed to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and washed my face before being led by hunger to the kitchen where I prepared a bowl of cereal, slice of toast, and a glass of orange juice.

As I was emptying out my purse today I found an old key I used to have to my ex boyfriend, Wilson’s, house. I told my best friend, Kayla, that I had found the key and she said to go see if it still works. I insisted that I just go give it back to him, but of course I let Kayla talk me into going over there. Kayla picked me up and we drove to his house, and no one was there. What did Kayla talk me into to? Well the key worked and I’m now sitting in his room. I got really nosey and decided to look through all his drawers in his dresser, his nightstand, and his desk. I did not find anything I wanted to find. I then proceeded to look between his mattress and I found a journal. I grabbed the journal and sat on his bed and read through his journal.

I captured this adult great black wasp as it was landing on a rattlesnake master flower. Perhaps, it was in the process of getting nectar from the flower but as I walked closer and snapped the picture it flew away. The entire color of the insect is black, and its wings as Frisch (1938) said are dark with bluish or violet reflection. It is a hymenoptera so the insect underwent complete metamorphosis. The larvae form and the adult form do not share the same source of diet. The adult food is usually nectar or pollen, and the larvae food is commonly katydid hence that is why their other common name is also Katydid Hunter (Coin, 2004). The larvae of the great black wasp wait for their meal of katydid when the adult brings to their nest. The adults

I have to say that that warm gray anodized colour really grew on me, didn't really like it when I saw it for the first time.

Jesse sat with his back straight in a white highchair. Wearing a striped gray onesie his fair skin could only be scene on his face, neck and hands. His entire head was covered with three-inch strands of light red-brown curly hair and his eyes were dark brown. His highchair was located in the far right corner of the kitchen next to the fridge. His mother sat directly across from him placing cooked cubed sardines, sweet potatoes and beets on his highchair tray. He picked up a piece of sweet potato with his right hand, bit a centimeter off and dropped the rest of the potato onto his lap. He then held a sardine cube in his right hand and raised both his hands two inches above his shoulders. He released the cube and smiled by raising the

The next morning, I open my eyes and sit up. I couldn't sleep at all last night. I couldn't get comfortable, I was tossing and turning, one moment I was hot, the next I was cold. It was like my eyes and whole body were sleepy but my brain wasn't. My brain was keeping everybody awake. I got out of bed and went to the restroom. That's when it all hit me. When I finally accepted I was being cheated on and that I was about to find out the details. That I was gonna lose the one man I thought was my world. I wasn't gonna get married but become single with a history. I lost it. I turned the shower on so Megan wouldn't hear me crying but somehow I think she knew. After about half an hour, I exit the restroom and enter the kitchen. Megan made scrambled

I knew this place was not the greatest, but it was better than what we previously had. My mother always knew how to make the best of things, so she and my stepfather decided to refurbish the entire apartment. The best part about it was that we did it with our very own hands. Everything was perfect. The tiles by the door, kitchen, and dining room were white with a splash of peach and gray. The granite stone on the kitchen counter top matched perfectly with the tiles. The carpet and couches were replaced to make the place look brighter and full of life. The wood on the wall touching only the living room was also replaced with glass to make the room look and feel larger than it actually was. The rooms were nicely decorated with the same granite, tile, and carpet. My room was full of dcor of all my childhood memories; stuffed animals, books, and school awards were dispersed throughout the room. Though we only lived there for four years, I keep the memories and love that home gave me deep in my heart.