My Odyssey Home-Personal Narrative

I didn’t know what to think or what to do. My parents just told me that we were going to spend as much time with her as possible, but none of it made sense to me. She was the healthiest person I knew.

Inside the ambulance, Roy was relieved to find John’s vitals were unchanged when he rechecked them. Although he had hoped they would improve with the IV, at least they weren't getting much worse.

“Why, so she can go on and on about how long we haven’t seen each other?”

“Hmmph! WHERE ARE THE PLUGINS THAT I WANT!?” My manager’s words resonated through my body and my eyes started to flare. My fingers nimbly typed out the words that would lead me to a comforting place. I dove into the world of coding languages where the limit’s the sky and I knew how to fly.

I stared blankly at the wall ahead of me. Noise in the background became an almost hypnotising buzzing, like that of a bee in my ear. Slowly my vision became blurry, colors clumping together and mixing. As the shapes around me became one, so did my thoughts. Thousands of pointless questions and statements clustering together into one, but a bark of laughter knocked me out of my trance.

Day 1: After such problems of reaching the community director at Azalea, I told my group to go the place instead of calling. Only two people kept saying that we should continue to call, which was really annoying because they did not even try to call, it was always me. But after convincing them, we went and we finally meet Mickey who is the director of events. She explained to us that their schedule was very tight because they have many things planned for the residents. After speaking to her, we decided on coming two times and present three topics each time so that it made a total of six visits.

"I can't believe it, that one mistake coasted me everything I once possessed," I grumbled under my breathe.

When Shay made the last call for alcohol, Francisco and I had one final drink. We sat patiently at the bar while the lights came on and the staff made sure that people were exiting the building. I looked around at them in their wet clothes, and everyone was smiling. Everyone had a good time, and I felt that I was responsible for that because I'd brought Francisco. He was the best, and I was glad that I'd stopped at that car lot the other day and met him.

As Glenn sipped on the champagne he had grabbed to help wash down the handful of uppers he had just taken, he quietly mingled with everyone in the hall, doing his best not to bring attention to himself. Everything was going good too… that was until he spotted Mr. Bojangles slinking his little furry way through the room. “Son of a bitch,” Glenn whispered to himself in utter disbelief. “I’d recognize that wretched fur ball anywhere.” And, Glenn should have recognized the cat; he had stared all day, every day at the stupid feline’s pictures splattered all over Peggy’s desk for the past dozen or so years.

“Joan, do you ever… do you ever get the feeling that we’ve… I don’t know. Missed out on something? A life we should’ve lived, should’ve been able to have. Something better than this?” Mark lifted his shovel from the rubble, sweeping it towards a ragged tear in the side of the squat concrete office building he stood within. Joan looked up from the aged maps laid out on a recently righted table and swept her gaze through the cracked-concrete lined hole in the wall, and sighed.

The HR department had their annual one on one meeting with staff that was mandatory. I would have called in sick as usual but since I’m living with Charles it was hard to do that since he was technically my boss. So hence why I’m sitting across Emma asking me literally the dumbmest thing known the man.

“They’re here!” Mom announced as she saw the red minivans pull into our driveway. Out of the two vehicles came Mrs. Stempky, Claire, Anna, Carol, Olivia, Nicole, and Mrs. Ventocilla. The girls ran to the door where I was waiting. Excited that the scavenger hunt had gone well so far, I gave Olivia a big hug, because being the second oldest of five, this was her time to shine. I told everyone but Olivia and Carol to go to Sunnyside Park and set up for the party. While they were there Olivia had to find the final clues. I gave her my clue, the one that said look under TTR, hoping she would understand. While she read and tried to make sense of it I asked Carol how finding the other clues had gone. She replied that all had worked out, and that Olivia had no idea any of this would happen. Olivia’s face lit up and we knew that she had solved the clue, now there was only one more to solve, the main clue. The clue that read, “Let’s get eggs Sunnyside up!” The only problem would be if she didn’t remember Sunnyside Park, but to our relief she did.

Isabella is left at the mall by her brother after school.She needs new shoes so she heads to the shoe store.After looking through the store, she finds the perfect shoes, a pair of turquoise converse and pays for them.After paying for them, she starts heading out to put her shoes on ,as she walks she trips over a pot plant. Sending her shoes flying over a three flight staircase.She hears a yelp from down stairs.She looks over the railing and sees her brother’s best friend and her crush,on the floor, rubbing his head and the pair of shoes next to him.So the normal thing for her is to run away , she meets her brother at the entrance of the mall.

A single gunshot rang out, just one. The sound caused some to scurry to shelter, while the young and ignorant wandered the streets.

November 18, 2016, a regular day that started without having any outstanding qualities to it. The day dragged out just like the previous ones before. When I got home from school, a sense of unease and discomfort enveloped me. The atmosphere was thick in tension and uncertainty. I couldn't figure out what it was that caused the usual pleasant environment of my home to be a space filled with mystery. I overheard my mom’s conversation on the phone. At that moment, the mystery as to why discomfort was looming in the air was diminished. She walked in my room and told me that my cousin was in a bad car accident. I asked if he would be ok and she answered with a simple “I don't know”, but her foggy eyes answered a stern no. From that moment on, my life was altered completely. Even though I wasn't given a direct answer as to the condition of my cousin, my instincts knew better. We went to his parent’s house the next day. As I walked in, I looked around reminiscent of the days spent there with family full of happiness and sunshine gleaming through the living room window. Now all that was left was a gray room filled with people I barely knew crying for the loss that we all endured. As I sat in the living room in shock, I tried to contemplate and collect my thoughts, but I couldn't. My mind felt like a town after the effects of a category 5 tornado and my eyes felt like a tsunami had just harshly caressed my tear ducts. I sat there enveloped in grief left with nothing but emotions that