Narrative Essay - Original Writing

The lights of the highway flickered as I jogged my way down the long narrow street into the dim lit alley. Mom told me to be back at eleven o'clock on the dot, I thought to myself as I checked my watch. It was a dark and chilly winter night. There wasn't much of nothing going on nobody outside just every now, and then a dog would let out a loud and frightening bark. It was starting to get cold as my clock hit 10:30 pm, as I enter the last ally from my house a white van drove past me going real slow. I thought nothing of it as the van speed passed me. I was out of the alley and stopped to take a breath, when smack! Shocking pain and ache flew through my body like a wildfire.

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So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were egyptians so in turn, I was egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.

• 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.

I was about ten years old when this happened. It was in the fall of fifth grade, and I had just gotten settled into the new school year. My dad was deployed to Kuwait, and so for the time being it was just my mom, my brother, and I. He had been deployed previously, so I was used to him being away for months at a time. One thing that helped me get through the times he was deployed was my school who offered a special class called TDY on Friday mornings before the bell rang. TDY (Temporary Duty) was specifically for students whose parent(s) was deployed and also offered support for the children who needed help coping.

It was the beginning of an endless summer, I did what I do every typical morning, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and turned on my computer. I reached for some snacks as I hopped on Discord, a free app for voice and text chat. All of my friends were on: Austin, Edison, Edmund. Including my brother, Kevin. They were chatting about how they missed each other and reminisced about the good old days. At that moment, I knew it wouldn’t be a fun summer without my friends with me, so I decided to plan for a hangout.

It was a Thursday afternoon and I was patiently sitting in my chair at school talking to my friend Tanya about what we were going to do that weekend. I hear a voice say “Mr. Johnson can you send Lynn to the office for check out.” I was excited because this meant I did not have to go to math class. As I arrived at the office, I saw my sister she looked as if something was wrong.

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.

He stared hard at me a sinister look within his eyes. He rammed into me, the ground taken underneath my feet. Instantly I felt a massive slash of pain burst along my left leg. My knee popped out of place it shifted first to the right and then to the left in less than one second. I collapsed in pain not knowing if I would be able to get up again.

Disbelief, fear, and disappointment filled my mind as I sat in the driver 's car seat tilted back, the smell of smoke and dirt was all I could comprehend. The drivers floorboard and dashboard met with my feet wedged in between being crushed. It did not hurt, my body was numb. My mind was running wild. What just happened to me? In the distance, on that straight, two-way, narrowed road, I saw cars and trucks driving by completely oblivious of how I felt. I tried to yell out for help but my voice was unheard. All I could do was remain where I was and wait for someone to help me from this horrible situation or wait to die.

BY THE TIME CLIVE finally settled down and stopped his cat screaming, I was thoroughly exhausted and wide awake. I had to get up in one more hour anyway, and I realized I’d already gotten whatever sleep I was going to get. I might as well get up and make some breakfast.

It waits, concealed behind the fragments of carefree moments that crop up from time to time. It ebbs, the emotional tide before the mind’s storm. It strikes, leaving its victim motionless and defenseless and forever beneath its control. The dread, being stuck in a rut, is difficult to escape from. Perhaps I should settle for what is reality— probably forever impoverished, despondent, or a mindless drone for the man—and continue on the trail. However, when I’m stuck facing the corner, all I notice is the destination and not the endless possibilities that await me. To move forward, I needed to look backward.

As the light shines through the window of the wooden cabin, I sit up and stretch my aching back; I the smell of moist wood fills the air, and then I remember that it is time to work on the field. As I walk out of the cabin I see my friends.

Pomacanchi, Peru. You’re probably thinking “is that some strange village in a strange country”? The answer is yes, this village is a place that is very dear to my heart. It is magical, beautiful, strange and scary all at the same time. I have travelled to this remote village twice, to do mission work. Located on top of a mountain in the Andes mountain range, this village is a mixture of Peruvian culture and stray dogs. Therefore, each day in this place is an adventure and with each new day comes new challenges.

I was given the name Julie when I came into the world; my mom told me it was given by my eldest brother (Tea). My full name is Julie Tea. Julie is a name that originates from France, while Tea is a translation of a Cambodian surname. In addition, I was unaware of the meaning of the name, Julie, until I decided to search it up. It can mean several adjectives, such as soft-haired, vivacious, youthful, and beautiful. However, I disagree with much of those adjectives, as I do not truly identify myself with any one of them. On the contrary, I do understand that the choosing of names can be based on arbitrary factors, such as picking a name simply because it is nice on the ears. However, I admit that I am somewhat youthful at this period. Presently, I am only sixteen years old and will turn seventeen this month. I go to 'Early College Academy at Southridge ', where we are placed in portables, yet also with the opportunities to take college classes. I was born in Texas, USA but my parents came here as refugees, because of the genocide in Cambodia (Tea). In the rest of my paper, I will introduce more of myself, such as matters of what is significant to me and where I would hope to be in future years.