Personal Essay: A Fictional Narrative

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

It hurts. My bright red bruises under the light were buzzing from the pain. The yelling and arguing were muffled by my loud sobs. Why did this have to happen to me? I was just a kid, I didn’t do anything! Stomp stomp stomp. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He found me and yelled into my ears even more. I was called ugly, fat, disgusting, useless, girly, weak. The words ringed in my ears as I asked myself once again, why? I was like a slave, I couldn’t defend myself, I had to survive the beatings. I succumbed to the insults and descended into chaos.

Outside the studio apartment in Hollywood, Eddie notices an entry call access system. Buzzing to her studio 103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in

It was a somewhat normal day as it started the constant birds chirping, the smell of pie that the Neighbors cooked, and the taste of morning breakfast. My younger brother Bon and I were off the school that morning. We don’t go to a normal school due to the war. We went to a knight school where they taught us how to use weapons. But what we didn’t know is that day would be the worst day of our lives. While we were gone our mother had been cleaning up the house, the house was hollow wood with no door and one window. It smelled like a farm and looked like a barn.

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

Confidence isn’t everything, right? Wrong. Okay maybe it’s not EVERYTHING, but I believe that confidence is something everyone needs. Being able to appear strong and content with yourself to just about anyone and everything out there is key to even the slightest bit of success.

In 2013, Trayvon Martin’s life suddenly ended. This moment sticks out in my mind clearly- a black teen carrying Skittles and a can of Arizona tea was murdered in cold blood by a police officer- and outrage was rising. The key word there is black, as in black lives matter. A social media movement formed out of that one moment, that outrage, in 2013, but I didn’t really understand it at the time (After all, shouldn’t all lives matter? Why are we singling out black people?). That understanding came to me a year later- the year of police brutality.

Personal Narrative I am listening for the sound of the front door. I know for certain

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.

The day we found out that my grandma was battling cancer for the second time, my parents didn't want me to visit him in the condition that he was in. but finally I told them that I just need to see my grandpa and they were right, I didn't want to see him like that, they had him strapped to a hospital bed, and wouldn't let him up. You could tell my grandpa didn't want to be in there he couldn't even speak but by the way he was grabbing us in the sense of “let me leave”. I just knew this was bad. S few weeks later they sent him to a hospital home, and we went to go visit him he was doing GREAT he was walking talking eyes open and watching the Sunday night football like he usually did, cowboys were his favorite team. I was so happy for him and me that I wasn't going to lose him and I knew in my heart that he was getting better.

I had been at it since 7 o’clock in the morning, my body aching for rest. My father paid for the Ballet Lessons to teach me more discipline,

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

There was a small group of friends Jim, Mark, Tom, Mary, and Jane. They were all going on a vacation to a cabin up in the Himalayan Mountains. Marks parents owned a cabin up there for many years and they decided to let the group stay for the weekend. All they had to do was promise to not do drugs and break stuff. This wouldn’t be a big deal since all of them were in their senior year of college and were honors students.

Starting anything can be extremely difficult. Whether it be starting a new job, school, or even a family everyone has or will start something. In most cases, individuals learn best by experience. One cannot experience unless he or she starts. Because I love to start things that are generally chanllenging to others, I decided to start an online accessory company: The Purple Collar LLC (limited liability company). I have been told on several occasions that I am an old soul. I decided to take these words and utilize them to do something that I was interested in. I have wanted to be a CEO since I was in the 4th grade. I asked myself, “Why wait until you are old to be mature and do appropriate grown up things?”