Narrative Essay Draft

Today they came back, just like they said they would, just like I knew they would. Today was different though, unlike last time they weren't testing, they were collecting. Every 4 years the kids who are “ lucky ” enough to be ages 10 -18 at the time get to participate in the draft.

“Hey, caption needs us to come to her office,” called out Ryker my field partner. He then headed towards the captain Calvert's office.

People say that siblings do not have an impact on each other, that they just fight all of the time. Well that is a lie. A sibling is a friend, family, and the one that is there when no one else might be. They are the ones that are there from the first breath, the first words, and the first steps. My brother, Donovan, is my rock. He is the one that I know that I can trust with anything. He is four years older than I am. He stands five feet and eleven inches tall. He is muscularly built with a military haircut. Usually he is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Every now and then he will be in a golf shirt and khakis. He either will smell like his dog Rex or like his deodorant. His smile is one in a billion. When he talks, I hear a somewhat low voice with a hint of a country accent. He can be a bit of a smart-aleck. It seems like he constantly has to be moving. My brother is a guy that anyone would be lucky enough to know and have as their friend.

This text is a transcript of a conversation between to female friends (Andrea and Barbara). The transcript is about Andrea’s rash and she confides in Barbara about the situation.

The school year has officially taken off. Schedules are solidified and I am getting semester long projects, so it is set in stone now. A freshman at BHS. I knew I’d get my start here but I thought I’d stay until graduation. I’m now going to Bentonville West. The Class of 2019 that I’ve been with since sixth grade will be split. BWHS looks promising, I’ll have most of my best friends there with me. My freshman year feels like it is going to go by really quickly. I’m not entirely sure what to think about this year yet. It has its ups and downs, but mostly ups. One good thing is that I seem to be handling workload okay thus far. People were telling me that it was going to be a ‘hit the ground running’ type of year but I am managing perfectly fine.

• After spending time away from the draft of your narrative essay, read through the essay and think about whether the writing effectively recreates the experience for your readers.

“ Wake up!” my mom says, as I lay in my bed. Then, I get up and put on my clothes. After I finish putting on my clothes, I jump into my bed, again. 5 minutes later, my mom yells, “Wake up!” again. So I brushed my teeth and went downstairs for breakfast.

My sister Julia, at the age of twelve, went to school on a Tuesday. Though on this particular day, she chose to wear her brand new short overalls she had gotten as a birthday present. The shorts, which she wore with pride, were denim and accented with lace. When she wore them, her face exuded confidence.

Have you ever wondered what it was like to live in a place where it rains everyday? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live on a totally different planet from earth? This is the story of a girl named Margot, who had lived on Earth and has moved to the planet Venus a couple years ago. Venus is a planet where it rains everyday, and once around every seven years the sun comes out for an hour or two. These kids are at school waiting for the sun that the scientists had predicted to come out today.

brain scrambles for a reasonable explanation for the voice that wasn’t mine. The voice had been deep and scratchy, like the owner had swallowed a dozen razor blades and coughed them up again. It definitely does not belong to anyone I know so this can’t be a prank.

I lived in a large, goth house on the outskirts of Wimbledon, Massachusetts. My family and I had called this house our home for nearly 18 years. In our home there was constantly something happening, but none of which we were responsible for. Doors flying open and shut, voices yelling, stomping. Everything in the house scattering. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked which means I cared for the house. I was constantly petrified.

[Being Unprepared] Because you have been sick, out of town, busy at work, or working on other homework, you didn 't have as much time to study for an important test as you needed. Everyone going to school has been in this situation. Think of a specific test that you took that you felt unprepared for and narrate the events. Tell your readers about the preparation that you were able to do, the reasons that you didn 't get to prepare as well as you wanted, taking the test, and any significant events that happened after you took the test. Your paper should help readers understand what it felt like to be unprepared.

We are about three miles from wherever we were, and I just can’t run anymore.

All I remember is my parents screaming for me to run and never look back, they told me no matter who knows my backstory and who's afraid of me and because of that I should keep moving forward. I was 7 when a fire started in my house, my parents died in the fire trying to save me. I barely escaped, clutching on to the last breath of life I had in my body. The doctors said I shouldn’t have escaped but somehow I did, they said that I’m very special for surviving . I thought I was just lucky, but my survival came with a cost. I didn’t realize that I was different from other people, I didn’t know the true power I possessed. Until one fateful night.

Ever heard of the expression “love hurts”, it really does. What is love? To me Love is something you can’t live without it or with it. Love is something that gets you hyped up when you look at special someone, it’s something that makes butterflies fly in your stomach when you talk to talk to that special someone, it’s the last thing you think about before going to bed. Have I have been love? Of course I have.