One Day Narrative Essay

I walked into the classroom and started setting down chairs and wiping down tables. Ms. Justine was getting excited pulling out the children’s shirt that they had tie died the day before. Ms. Alyssa liked the shirts. Lucy F. came in first and Ms. Justine said “Lucy F. what do you think should I give you your shirts now or later today?” Lucy F. said “I think you should give them now.” Ms. Justine gave Lucy F. and Lucy F.’s mother their shirts as they held them up and looked at them. Lucy F. said “It’s so pretty.” Chase came in and asked to see his shirt and then Manaf, Lucy B., and Assel all came in and asked to see their shirts. Mr. Scott went out and got the rest of the class including Lucas, Jason, Ryker, and Jacob. I asked Lucas what he had

“JAZMINE!” Mom screamed from her bathroom. My eyes slowly cracked open. The shower could be heard slowly turning on as my mother got ready for the day. The sun was shinning through my curtains. Why didn’t I shut them the night before? I glanced over to my nightstand,

Kate please pack thing that can help you survive in the forest just in case. But dad I’m only going to the movies with ash. Do what I... brain you’re being a little over protective don’t you think? But Christy don’t you remember when I got stuck in the woods? Yes, I remember but its only to the movies I could understand if it was a plane or cruise trip just let her know that she can go WITH some THE STUFF ok you never know. thanks for understanding Christy. alright now go tell her. Kate your mother and I agreed that you will bring a little bit of stuff just in case you get lost coming back from your movie. Dad you pretend that I’m going to get kidnaped. “We’ll all you need is matches, a phone and “YOU GOT ME A PHONE Oh My Gosh THANK YOU. Kristy stop interrupting you dad. As I was saying you get a phone, matches, and water. thank you, dad when did you get me a phone? Last night why? Just asking bye mom and dad see you a 10:30. Later that night I wished I listened to my dad because after I left the movies me and ash were took in the forest and left but luckily the did not search us if dad hadn’t ben so hard we wouldn’t survived here but I’m not going to tell you the end but start what we did when we

After 13 years at a private, Christian school, walking onto campus each morning begins to feel like stepping in front of the camera with a mugshot placard reading, “Queer, Agnostic Socialist. Approach with Caution, Attack on Sight.” I’ve worn the sign proudly, refused to cover it up or put it away and even shoved it in peoples’ faces as a sort of challenge. As a boy twice my size confronts me in the doorway to class, I only turn my rainbow-painted cheek. Homophobic teacher? I’ll write and sign him a letter even after he’s gone. Rude questions about my identity slinging through the halls, and I’ll answer with a challenging smile.

On March 4th, 2018, I, Officer Albert, was working as a Police Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department. At approximately 0150 hours I was dispatched to Shocker Hall for a suspicious character report. The suspicious character was a white male wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt riding a skateboard. I arrived at approximately 0151 hours on the south side of Shocker Hall and walked down the south steps towards the courtyard. Officer Andrew Abbey was on scene talking with an individual fitting the suspicions character description, see Officer Abbey's report. I spoke with the individual later identified as Tyler Micol Dane Kuhn. Kuhn's eyes were glassy and his pupils were large. Kuhn's hands were shaking and he seemed confused. Kuhn wasn't able to

Mai was the last to arrive; she always was, putting off leaving the lonely chill of her own small apartment at the heart of the city to the very last minute. She flashed an apologetic smile to the group as she flipped the kitchen chair around and slid into her seat, her arms folded against the backrest, her chin resting on her hands. It was strange, seeing the team in such an informal setting. Surreal in a way that made her heart thud rapidly against her chest, and her stomach twist uncomfortably. Here in Robin’s cabin it was less like they were strangers fighting for the same battle. It was almost domestic, with the siblings curled together on the couch, and Wendy draped easily in the overstuffed chair, like they were an actual team.

“You may go and start packing your suitcases,” he paused, looking at the baby bump forming in my stomach. Shaking his head he continued, “what a disgrace.”

It all started when I had 14 years, 21 years ago. I invited some friends to my house and we decided to go the park. We played for like 2 hours and it was getting late, so we decided to return to my house. We were walking in the sidewalk when, suddenly, a black SUV stopped right next to us and four men with ski masks got out of the car. They put shirts on top of our heads so we couldn't see and they threw us inside of the van. After that, I don't remember anything because they knocked us out. After a couple of hours, I woke up in a big room. I started to search for my friends, and I saw them already awaken. Then, the group entered with their leader and a man with a bag. The leader told us that we were going to pay for what our parents did. He started with Michael, which was the shortest of us.

Tears dripped down from my eyes to my cheeks like a waterfall. I couldn’t stop it. I had made a promise. I clung on tighter, maybe that meant she wouldn’t leave. “It was going to happen anyway Tara, don’t beat yourself up about this.” She said in a hushed voice. It didn’t matter what she told me, I had promised to make her not move, to somehow convince her family that leaving was the worst idea. I hadn’t done it. I had failed. I looked down at the floral sheets as I hugged her, I never wanted her to go. I wanted to take in everything for that moment and keep it, locked away somewhere safe. This was the last time I’d see this room, with her endless books in her bookshelves, her intricate coloring books overflowing. “We can still keep in touch”

Day 1: Today was interesting, I got to sit with Henry at Lunch which was awesome! I could be wrong but I think Henry has a crush on me which is probably why he tells me to go away all the time because he can't handle himself around this sexy body. Other than that life pretty sweet! Also wanna

My alarm clock yet again pierces my  eardrum.I pick it up and throw it on the floor making it bounce all over.Since I usually take forever in the morning I go in my closest put on a basketball Jersey my New York Yankees hat and my converse.I then walk out and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.I am so hungry so

A blush washed over Vivian's cheeks as she nodded softly. "That they do." she commented softly. Her fans could be very vivid their descriptions on what they wanted to do to one character or another. Some were rather vanilla, some were down right scary, yet some simply left her wet and frustrated. Though no matter what was written Vee figured now one would ever really have the courage to actually bring some of those fantasies to life. It seemed the one man that could and very much was had been right next to her the whole time. She almost laughed at that realization, her legs crossing slowly as her hands moved over her knees.

I still remember that day vividly; at first, it seemed like another day. I was sitting on the couch watching TV and scrolling down Facebook. I stopped and read a post containing a picture of my friend. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. I had just found out my friend, Matt had been involved in a terrible accident and was in intensive care.

Due to life, every person goes through something or have some experience that leads to them having a downfall in their life where they back are up against the wall and they can’t find their way out of the situation. So, some people end up killing themselves, acting out, or maybe even seeking God. With me saying this I will like to share my personal narrative and what caused me to have a downfall and how did I redeem myself from every situation.

Her mother’s smile grew ever warmer. “You’re a sweetheart,” she said, planting a kiss on her daughter’s forehead and gently stroking her hair. “I promise...I’ll be back soon.” She climbed to her feet and moved back toward the outskirts of their tiny shelter; just before departing, she turned back. “Remember...be as silent as possible.”