Montresor-Personal Narrative

It seems like yesterday when I met Ezrith Wolfe. The first day I met Ezrith was the day before my birthday August 11, 2013. Ezrith and I became best friends very quickly. We liked to do a lot of stuff when we saw each other. Both of us talked about a lot of things that we had in common with each other. Ezrith was my best friend and we did a lot, I just wish that we could have done more together.

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.

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

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.

I awoke on a cool summer morning, at first I wasn't completely there but then, a chill of excitement ran down my spine as I realized my family was going camping today. I ran down stairs past the mountains of camping supplies and clothes to talk to my parents in the kitchen. They said we were leaving soon and that I should start packing all of the supplies into our trusty old Ford Expedition. After about 20 minutes of packing our SUV to the brim with all of the things we would need to survive in the wilderness for a few days, we said goodbye to our three cats and headed for Steelville Missouri.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

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.

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.

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.

There are only two people in this school who I can enjoy hanging around in school, not including Hope or Felix of course. Those two people were Cendric and Silica. They where twins who had moved to this area just a few years ago. They both shared hobbies with me, including reading, VRMMO's, anime, and above all some peace and quiet. Nothing beats some peace and quiet every once in a while.

The igniting spark between himself and Camila did not dwindle, everlasting and perpetual; a conundrum yet to unfold.

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 still recall the balmy November afternoon, when the sun revealed flights of kestrels in the deep blue sky and made the lens of my camera flare. I knew that day would be wonderful, albeit it was rare for a day spent in the swamplands to be anything but. The photographic opportunities seemed endless and the small white-breasted body of the sandpiper was right within my grasp, or the viewfinder of my camera, at the very least. It was also the day I met a very interesting character by the name of Jim Saddler, composed yet excitable. Wise beyond his years. The moment he arrived on my doorstep, I knew we were two kindred spirits, united in our keen eye for birds. I must admit, I was unsure of what the nature of our relationship would be. The possibility

The sun is going down while the moon goes up, meeting each other one last time until dawn sets upon. As I walk down the long rocky path, I look from afar and see people wearing masks, children running around with their friends. Instantly I can smell the alcohol in the air, I can tell by smelling it that it's the good kind, the kind of wine that makes you fall to your knees when had enough. As I pass buildings one can see the colorful decor hung from the balconies, blowing from the air, almost as if it were greeting us. From afar I can see my friend Montresor looking my way with a glint in his eye that one can only recognize as anger. For the past few weeks, I have noticed that Montresor has been acting weird, one can see that he had found out of what I've done. He watches my every move as if I would disappear if he looked away. The fire in his eyes was intense, but only I know that mine look the same. Everyone here thinks we are great friends, the best even, but even the smartest are the blindest of all. I see him walk up to me, almost feeling the vibration of his steps, but were not for the loud music, and the people dancing I could only imagine it. He greets me by shaking my hand, firm, and steady. Almost as if he were calculating his steps, his words.