My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

“How much farther?” Tom shouted impatiently as he folded his arms and sank back into his seat.

Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and slung my purse over my shoulder before responding to him.

I was nine years old when it happened. I loved Shrek so much, I owned all the movies and the merchandise, I even prayed to Shrek every night, I still do. This night was no different "Shrek is love. Shrek is life." I finish my prayer, thanking Shrek for the life I've been given. My dad overhears me "Faggot." he mumbles under his breath. "Cunt." I reply, I say no more because I know he is just jealous of the devotion and relationship I have with the green lord an savior, Shrek. I can see him grow angrier before he slaps me across the face "Go to your room you disgusting faggot!" he yells. I hold back the tears and I go back to my room, once I'm in the safety in my room I let the rears flow. My face stings from where he hit me. I climb into my cold and lonesome bed, and the suddenly, I feel a warmth move towards me, it runs a large finger down my back.

The climate was decent, the trees tall; the orange and pink shades of the sun vanishing behind the treetops, as Flaence and I stroll through the woodland. We both became marginally anxious at the boisterous hush; not in any case the creatures, moved around in their common examples. Rapidly shaking off the bizarre inclination, I proceeded with the discussion with my child; when my bones were shaken and my heart hustled, from the adjacent tree that flying creatures had ejected out of. Setting my submit front of my child's chest I set myself up for perhaps a fox or some other creature to show up; however rather two vigorous men left the shadows. Fiendish put along their countenances, however I could just figure out how to make one face clear, he had an immaculate

He looked around, while there was plenty of grass he could eat there, it was nearly impossible move around, he could not swim like a turtle could. The wet ground was hard for him to walk through. Karl looked up and, on a branch, saw a Great Blue Heron. “Hello!” Karl exclaimed. “Do you know the way out?”.

With_the_fiery_Aventador trailing_right_on my tail, I shifted on my leather seat pressing down harder on the accelerator pushing my Koenigsegg to its utmost limits. The speedometer was vibrating tremendously_that_it_seemed as if it was about to fall off. It was astounding that the fact the beastly car_was_still_on the road and not flying. The two masked men had been on my pursuit for the past week. I had not the faintest of idea on why they were chasing me.

Sea gulls bickered on the warm, morning breeze over head. The waves lulled the vessel boat to-and-fro as it skimmed through Blackwater Bay. The water sparkled like sapphires, clear and bright under the sun. From the bow of the boat, Alayna peered out towards the Narrow Sea. Beyond the bay, adventure called her like a siren song. She longed to explore the lands beyond Westeros. However, this voyage wouldn’t ferry her towards that dream. She’d continue to dream of that journey. The schooner wouldn’t be sailing beyond the bay.

I never thought mondy would come around more slowly. I woke up at 5:30 in the mourning took a shower got dressed and walked down stairs to see that mom and dad were already up and in their leader uniforms and mom had made eggs, bacon and toast.

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

Enclosed between five walls and a packet of chips between us, my senior class are sat sitting on their luggage, mouths quite literally falling to their chins and a stare that could make the Queen shudder in fright. I seemed to only be the vocal student out of the pack. "You have got to be kidding me," I toss my hands over my head for emphasis and point to the dungeon that we had been trapped in. The white washed walls that gave no sign of life suddenly make me what to scream. "This trip was supposed to be fun, explore our creative minds or whatever." A flash of anger flutters over my eyes.

It has been two years since you passed. It has been a year since I unearthed your vacant coffin with Oskar. Yet, it has been less than a second since you came to my mind. A day has yet to pass where I do not ponder of you, imagine you. I have seen pictures and heard stories of you, yet it always pains me that I could not have a place within them. I know nothing of you, my own child. In fact, I cannot call you, Thomas Schell, mine. There is nothing of me in you, and that will always be my deepest regret. If I had two lives, I would spend them both with you, as if that would somewhat compensate for the unjust life I forced upon you. A life without a father. Though, a boy need-not be raised by man, when a woman as sturdy as your mother is in place. I

A swift bird, gliding high above the grassy plain, I write these words, In the heart of the forest. Where I usually hunt with the Lords and the Ladies. As I look back upon my days of training and hard efforts to become a Falconer. My Father, Oliver Kingsley was of the highest quality falconer’s, As the snow would fade and trickle down the cliffs. we would climb the steepest of Switzerland's, Mountains to take the young fierce falcons from their nest to be trained and help us in the gruesome hunt. Consequently, my mother has always influenced my soul to follow the path of my father, To gain and acquire the knowledge of

The morning of the hunt, we bundled up to keep warm because the temperature was below freezing. The cold wind felt like needles as it whistled past our faces. The ground was covered in ice, and crunched every time we took a step. We marched through field after field without seeing a single bird. As lunchtime approached, my stomach began to growl over the rustling of the milo

I believe there are many hero's out there in the world. People have many different ideas of what a hero may be or who may be a special hero to them for many reasons. I have many people that I may call a Hero's. But there is one that is very special to me and is one of my Hero's, it is my older brother Aleix.