My Hero's Day-Personal Narrative

She quickly reached her hands over her head to protect herself from the pain she would soon endure. She squeezed her eyes so tight, trying to keep herself from crying in her last moments alive.

“I need to visit her,” he said, leaving the recycle center and drove down the street. Arriving at the cemetery, Mr. Cassidy parked on the side of the road, walked down the pathway lined with tall tombstones and stopped at the one with Helen Cassidy’s name across the top. “Hello, sweetheart, I love you and wish you were here,” he said, sitting down on the grass beside the

The walk to the headstone was short. Georgaina could easily see the house from where she stood, but she herself would be obstructed from the view of anyone trying to see into the thick woods that surrounded the grave. She sighed, kneeling before the stone made of blue glass. It had been an expense she and her father really couldn’t afford, but it had been worth it.

Amelia stared straight in front of her at the casket. She wouldn’t stop staring to acknowledge Chad. She sat next to him emotionless, her eyes fixed on her mother’s casket.

All seven of us said a quick ‘Amen’ before walking out of the cemetery with the priest. We weren’t sure what we had to do, but the prospect of staying longer than necessarily was frightening and we didn’t have any flowers to lay down or any messages we wanted to whisper to the

Trenton and I stared at each other for a moment, and then I grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. No one followed.

The feeling of heat rushed to his body, but soon faded away as he calmed himself down. “Well…someday…you just have to wait.” He bluntly said, crossing his arms and resting his eyes.

I crumpled over, feeling the warmth of my hands against my eyelids. Act upset. That was all I had to do. As long as I didn't let hurt turn into anger.

“What’s wrong” Where’s Jaron?” I asked, as she quickly gave me a hug. I began to get worried, I could tell it was bad and my eyes filled with tears.

His shoulders slumped downward. I walk over and put my left arm over his shoulder trying to console this broken man. His face seemed to grow somber once again, for the women who he loves this daisy seems to bring back a lot of painful memories.

She started at her reflection in the mirror, just sitting still in silence. The area around her dark eyes were red and puffy, from the crying of course. At first, she might only spare a tear here or there. But as the date got closer it became harder for her to control her emotions. She wanted to be supportive, but

He heard the light click of shoes on the footpath and his head jerked to the said. Through the blur of tears caught in lashes he could make out the face of a woman. He held up a hand hoping she would understand that there wasn’t any need for her to come closer. He appreciated the sympathy, but it hurt his pride to be seen in such a state. His legs felt weak and he put his hand back against the wall.

For three whole days I stayed in my bed and pretended to be sick. In reality I was plotting revenge for my stolen virginity. Mario walked around with his chest poked out like he was the man. The head rooster in the chicken coop. Now it was up to me to stop the rooster from crowing. I was back in school on Thursday and Yolanda was nowhere to be found. I went to class and everybody was whispering as I walked into the room.

Even though I’d only seen it through a screen, the killing still managed to unnerve me. I closed my eyes and sighed, replaying the scene in my head. What a horrible way to meet your end, betrayed by the person closest to you. I pity anyone who passes away like that. I wonder...

Slowly, she rose to her feet, still not quite believing her eyes. Benny beamed as he made his way towards her; he’d been looking forward to surprising his Grandma more than anyone else in the family. Other members of the family had heard the commotion and came outside to investigate. Some were in shock and others were crying, but everyone felt a sense of relief that Benny was home