Mr. Edmunds-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.

Boom! Startled, I quickly put my sharpened knife on my counter. With a smirk appearing, I realized we had company; therefore, I worked my way down our marble steps to the entrance of my chateau. Slowly but surely I walked down to see the door open with two men standing, only one I knew immediately. As I glared to find the face of the man who dared walk into my island, I suddenly recognized the face - Sanger Rainsford. Aha! In that moment, I knew he would be my best match on this island.

Alan Brito is a friend of mine from childhood. When we were young, he and I, along with a bunch of other kids from my neighborhood, used to play tops, marbles and “twenty-one”. We had a top contest in which those who could spin the top in the air with the string, pull it back and place it on top of the palm of their hand, was the winner. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I was almost always the winner. For that reason, they nicknamed me “Toppy”. Two of my other friends, Gilly and Billy were rivals. They were very good at playing “twenty-one.” They were unbeatable. Every time we played together they beat me. I was always afraid of playing against them, because I was quite sure that by the end of the game, I would be left with no money in my pockets. In time, Gilly and Billy got married and left the country. They moved to Saint Maurice, a small paradisiac island in the Pacific Ocean.

Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.

The dinner party had just ended and Plum, Green, Mustard and I were walking to our cars when we saw something laying on the ground lifeless. When we approached the lifeless thing I saw that it was my friend Mr. Boddy. Mr. Boddy is a fit man with brown hair, blue eyes, and always wore a suite that the maid Mrs. Blanche White always ironed the night before. When we got close enough to the body we saw that there was a note and a candlestick the note stated "I am at your dinner party and if you don’t find me by 5:30 I will kill you all and make your deaths painful enjoy trying to find me."

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

I told mess-up, my son was trying to set up my reader for my disability for the course and I accidentally started the Ch. 1 - Investigation An Answer Form. It said no Time Limit does that mean I can go back. I am so sorry, I promise not to be a pain. I am just trying to get everything set up and got to know the website.

Once long ago, there was a boy named Curran Duke. He was quite a good child although he had his moments. One day for his birthday his parents decided to take him to the Nickelodeon Hotel. Curran was so excited and screamed when he found out that he was going. He counted down the days until he went and when he finally left he was so very jubilant.

It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.

One particularly bright, sunny day, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and squirrels chattering. It was New Year’s Eve and I was going to have a party with my family and friends. I looked at the list of foods I was going to prepare for the party. This year, we all agreed to have a Mexican-themed food party. I checked off the foods I made and the last necessity was guacamole. I looked up the recipe online and the one that caught my eye was the famous Chipotle Hand Mashed-Erpiece Guacamole. Two ripe Hass avocados, one teaspoon of lime juice, two tablespoons of chopped cilantro, one-fourth cup of finely chopped red onion. One-half of finely jalapeño, and one-fourth teaspoon of kosher salt. Simple, right? That’s what I thought until I made the recipe for a disaster. I took out two avocados, lime juice, cilantro, and a few jalapeños from the refrigerator. Then, I pulled out a red onion and a glass container full of a white substance in them. I also pulled out a medium-sized bowl and wore an apron. I felt ready. I cut both of the avocados in half and removed the

There are times when I need help from those I love the most, such as parents or grandparents. But sometimes they may be unreachable or there’s a problem that I cannot tell them about. That is why I have friends that I go to when life gets a little rough around the edges. These men are always there to give me a word of encouragement or a solution to one of life’s serious problems. Here is one of the three great men that I know and trust.

On April 3, 2018, I received a called from Ms. Judi from Jim Herrings office to let me know that I had a 2:30pm meeting with Mr. Herring. Once I arrive down stairs Mr. Herring was in unexpected meeting with the Mayor. I was then told I could go in Mr. Jim office since the Mayor left at 2:41pm. Once in his office I was joined with Ms. Pamacheche, and Chief of Staff Davison. During the meeting we were talking about my timesheet and why I will only get paid for 48 hours when I was approved of administrative leave for the following dates of March 21-25, 2018. I sent Mr. Davison the email on March 20, 2018, and I received and approval email from Mr. Davison that evening.

I hope you slept well. I had a dream I was in school and Alec Baldwin was the principal. Then I was in lexington and trying to get a rental car but all of the customers kept cutting me, I finally get a car but then its stolen with my wallet. Ha! I am going to walk over in a bit and see if Mike is going to Grandma's. Mom is totally still asleep, it's confirmed the past 1.5 years all she's done is sit in her room and watched tv.. you can tell by every angle of this house and her. At least I did stuff may not have been much and I might have been drunk or high.. but I still did things and WORKED...*DOT

Subsequently, soon after my graduation from high school, I quickly married; which became another redundant roller coaster ride of events that basically centered on religion and Mr. Alfred’s partying ways. My husband became my Dad’s best friend and they seemed too stayed on the road constantly going to parties, doing “business deals,” and such. (Looking back now, I believe that man only married me to be close to Mr. Alfred; therefore, he would always become included in whatever ‘party time’ developed.) Meanwhile, my Dad’s wife (step-mother) and I persistently attended various church revivals, singing, or other religious events with my young boys. Erroneously, this imbalance became a traumatically, unhealthy vicious cycle, to put it mildly. I

I hadn't eaten much that morning and started to feel a bit drowsy. I simply ignored it, assuming it wasn't something to worry about. “Since y is the same in both equations…..” I vaguely heard Mr.Varum tell the class. I started to see two Mr. Varums and knew something was wrong then I felt like I was slowly drifting off and eventually blacked out. When I opened my eyes I looked around and saw dim lights flickering, I kept looking to see if someone around here could help me by telling me where I was. I'm not going to lie I was a little scared so I took a deep breath and there was a calming aroma in the room as if a very delightful scented candle was burning somewhere in this room. I found it strange once I realized that a moment ago I was sitting