My Life Narrative Story

There were many people in my life that got me to who I am today. My family and friends were the main people that influenced who I am. There were many events that influenced me but the most recent one is picking early college.

For my personal narrative, I have to write about a hero of mine, my hero is my best friend, Kat. Kat is my hero for multiple reasons, such as making me a better person, and a happier one. She also helps me edit and draw a lot of the time, which helps because she is super good at both those things.

It seemed as if we had only been at school for about an hour before it was time for

I was born in Willington, CT and my family (which was only my father and mother at the time), and we lived there until right before my 5th birthday. Two days before my 5th birthday, we moved to Lexington, and I have gone to school in Lexington since kindergarden. My mother is Japanese and my father is American and he speaks Japanese more or less fluently. This meant that my first language was Japanese; even though I lived in Massachusetts I actually did not start speaking English until I was around 4 years old. My little brother, Tyler, was born a year after my family moved to Lexington. Since my brother and I are six years apart it is hard for my family to have “family days” because of our difference in interests. Tyler is a soccer player

It was cold on the night of November 14th. My friend, her boyfriend and I were walking to Walmart, planning on getting cake ingredients for my friend’s grandmother’s birthday. On our way there my surroundings seemed rather quiet for it being Angola. I felt like something was wrong like something had happened. But I continued to toss the feeling aside and just walked the path that leads to the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look in between the trees that held pitch black darkness. I was worried that was where troubles may lie, I was wrong. My real problem all started with a simple phone call.

"What to do," said the Sea God wearily. Poseidon sat on his throne with a bored expression on his face. " What to do!" he said again, "I know!" he exclaimed, "I can create a new sea animal!" he said with an excited expression on his face. Poseidon looked down at his pet whale and asked him, "What do you think I should make Rudy!" he asked,

I was so excited you updated author-nim. I really enjoyed the chapter. I could only assume that the character was based off you. I know life is hard: coping with our emotions, accepting ourselves the way we are, decision making, and life changes, are not easy things to accept and/or make. Each day is a new beginning and along with it come new challenges/battles that we have to face and overcome.

It was a normal summer morning, the sun came up, and I woke up and got ready for the day, but it wouldn’t be any normal summer day. It all started when the same summer morning, when my dad asked, “Hey Gavin, you want to go to the Makers Fair at Union Station?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I asked him a few questions about what the makers fair was. He told me that it was a fair where people made products and technology. My dad stated, “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think you would like it.” I was sure whether to say yes or no. It sounded cool because I has an interest, but I was a little worried that I would let my hopes up too high and be upset when it turned out to not be as good as I expected.

2006 this is where my dream starts as a professional soccer player. I’m just 19 year old teenager who lives in Mexico Monterrey just of the beach side coast. I was part of a soccer club called Los Rayados but I had a part time job as a garden boy I worked around where the rich people lived cutting grass and decorating.

I felt like nothing. Everything was numb. Two in the morning hit, and I knew I would regret staying up so late. At that moment though, nothing mattered. Tears stained my face and my eyes were more swollen than a broken foot. Everything was hurting. It hurt so badly I could physically feel the pain aching in my chest. I knew it wouldn’t be the end. Last time was never the last time. I knew I was lying when I said I’d never do it again. I promised myself, but any promise you make to yourself is a lie, life or death if you ask me. No one knew. Not a soul. And I intended to keep it that way. I was only fourteen. I was just a kid, hardly in the world as a teenager let alone this person with all these real feelings. As a girl, if I had

I spent the days reading and sleeping and doing homework. It was about as exciting as the Republican National Convention, well, the homework anyway. The books were the most interesting part, but you can’t spend all of your time reading books, right? Anyways, after quite a bit of thinking and debating with myself, I came to the completely logical conclusion that the best way to alleviate my boredom would be to make bread, because the best thing to do when you are bored is obviously to do something that involves a lot of sitting around and doing nothing.

A significant event that shaped who am I today was being, hanai, which in a loose sense means adopted. It happened when I was very little, and I was blithely unaware until my parents told me sometime when I was younger. However, back then I felt completely unaffected and didn't realize how different my life could've been. The birth family, had two other daughters both of which got pregnant at age 13, the family was on drugs, and I remember one time while having to go to their home, seeing their poor dog with gashes on it's leg. In sum, they were a very problematic family from my standpoint.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

My story began like most in America. I was born to very Christian loving parents who were hardworking, family oriented people. My father was a military man, my mother worked odd jobs and was a homemaker. My young life started with turmoil due to my early childhood diagnosis of Dyslexia. I was hyperactive and was required to take medication and attend special education classes. My attitude towards learning was compromised because it was a constant struggle. My parents did all they could to help me along. We were a military family and I spent years overseas while my father served in the United States Army.

Having to talk about myself and tell my story is as nerve wracking as jumping off of a cliff, and I hate heights so that says a lot. I love to listen to people's problems and stories. However, I do not enjoy sharing mine. Explaining to someone why you are the way you are can be an emotional subject and it can also be very intimidating. At least for me it is.