Personal Narrative

I decide to call out sick and go to a thrift store in Madison in hope of finding a couple pair of pants for work and to get my mind off my mom’s situation. I don’t have much luck on either count. After ten minutes, I leave the thrift store unable to stop thinking about my mom. I make my way back to my car in the parking lot groping for the car keys in my jeans pocket.

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

You can never judge a book by it's cover, sometimes that book may be pretty on the outside but it could be broken on the inside like a mirror that was dropped with pieces that could not be put back together. I come from a family where we were once a “Family” but we let differences brake us. At this point in my life I was eleven years old learning to be independent,learning how to handle school on my own, not letting others define me as a person or who i was going to become. Again I was only eleven, a lot of eleven year olds i know today didn't do the things I did as a kid. Now there was a time in my life where i played with barbies and had a favorite blanket that i could not let go of. Every family goes through things there is no such thing as perfect.

It was late at night around 10:00pm, I had just got out of school. It’s dark and windy, and there is no soul in sight. I was scared out of my mind I usually get out of school at 7:00pm but tonight I stayed back for extra credit, and all of a sudden when I looked at my watch I noticed it was 10:00pm. I frantically walked to the bus stop which was a few blocks from my school in hopes that I could catch a bus ride home, but there was no bus. Then I decided I should walk to my boyfriend’s house and see if he could walk me to my house witch was a scarier neighborhood then his. But when I got there he wasn’t at home he was still downtown at his dad’s store. Now I’m all alone, and something in my gut told me that tonight wasn’t going to end well for me.

There it was right before my eyes the little guy I met at my work. "It's alright I already knew you didn't mean it. Just hush now let's move to the couch I don't want your legs to start aching." I pulled away from the hug and nudged him to sit onto my sofa. I could feel my heart clench as his head dangled down, looking at his feet and nothing else. If there was one thing I noticed about this man it was he always seemed upset. He never seemed happy. Don't get me wrong I hadn't known him long but even then someone should at least have some other emotion other than sadness. That's all he ever was sad, depressed, or just plan exhausted from being awake. It was like Levi was broken in some

Do you how it feels to be cheated on when you were madly in love with that person? There was a girl named Dominique Carter. She was in love with a boy named Dominic. She knew how it feels and she wanted revenge to those that hurt her, so they could share the pain she felt. Dominique was plotting revenge, and she knew just how to do it. She was hurt because her own ‘boyfriend’ and ‘best friend’ betrayed her.

A couple of summers ago, I went to adventureland with my friend kaiti. She was my best friend at the time. Her family invited me to come along free. We had an awesome day!

I apologize in advance for peeking at your computer screen, but I know the cause of Alice’s spontaneous birthday. Your most recent friend was celebrating her birthday today, without you. It looked like fun and I’m sorry you had to see that. You mailed her an exquisite boutique and she didn’t even invite you or reply.

Growing up, regularity was my best friend. I was perfectly happy to live each day as I did the last one, knowing exactly what to expect, always prepared for everything. Experiencing new things was far out of my extremely small comfort zone, which is why I was so thankful that my family’s summer vacation was the exact same each year.

On a drizzly Sunday evening my first summer in New York City, I was walking in Chelsea when a man rode up beside me on a bike. I really don’t want to bother you, he began, a baleful look in his brown eyes, but this ridiculous thing just happened to me. He explained that the costumes he had designed for a Broadway show had accidentally been locked in his apartment, and he had lost his keys. He just needed to borrow a little money so he could get in touch with his assistants and sort the whole thing out.

The strobe lights mirrored the pulsations of my heart, it felt more real than ever. Dancing up against my friends, I gazed his way to see if he was even noticing. With the DJ now finding the chance to rest, I strutted confidently just past his group of friends in hope of catching his attention.

Growing up I participated in organized sports such as soccer and wrestling. Participating in sports allowed me to acquire important traits responsibility, respect, courage, discipline, being a team player, and the willingness to help others. During my senior year in high school I was voted team captain of my wrestling team. My teammates voted me as a team captain because I was always willing to go out of my way to help others.

I was laughing so hard my mom took her hand and hit me on the back.But I didn’t care all I cared was that my brother fell on the concrete.He was crying, but I just kept on laughing, I don’t know why but I did.My brother got mad at me and started screaming at me, but I kept on laughing over and over.I finally got over it when he told me he’ll kick the basketball to the neighbors.He was bleeding not a lot, but he was bleeding.After that me my mom and he just kept on playing basketball.I was too young to know not to laugh all I thought was funny I laughed even when It has been unnecessary.Me writing, he has made me remember lots of things from the past, so I thought of two that were really meaningful to me one where I almost got in a lot of trouble and another when I was extremely scared.

Playing sports at a young age teaches kids life lessons that can help them in their adult lives. When playing a team sport one learns about teamwork. Athletes are taught that there is “no I in team”, and that even if they feel like they are the

I was on the cusp of abandoning the window, as there was a dearth of any physical specimen worthy of speculation; however, I lacked the capacity to spark the thought of movement, as the space was occupied by what I’d just seen. I couldn’t help but run the previous scenario on a continuous loop about my mind in hopes of perhaps gathering some indication as to why it was significant, why it struck me as odd, or why I’ve ultimately deemed it worthy of such thought. Nevertheless, it appeared to be inevitable, and there I continued to stand, observing the Vance’s, and the rain that fell relentlessly to the earth.