Personal Narrative

I wake up at 5:30, five days a week, and each time I try to cram in five extra minutes, I end up having a late start to my day.

When I found out I was moving I was terrified. It was the year of 2009 and I was only eight years old. It was me, my mom, and my three older brothers. We were moving from a tiny town in Bastrop called Beekman all the way to Sterlington. Who knew this would have been the most terrifying and exciting moment of my life as an eight year old girl.

“We don’t have anytime time to waste today guys, get moving!” my mom announced. My brother was coming today and she wanted the house to be spotless. We had just started fall break and I was in the fourth grade. I was playing games and relaxing like any 10 year old would do. My dad was lounging on the couch watching some show, and my siblings were running around. By then I had only 5 siblings, 2 sisters and 3 brothers. We had known for a while that Johnny, age 9 at the time, was coming to live with us, what we didn’t know was that he would bring with him a fish. I was happier than a child opening presents on Christmas. The fish was a beautiful white male betta with long flowing fins. He lived in a small 1 gallon tank with blue pebbles, pointy

I grab the handle on the door frame, and pull my five foot self up into the driver's seat. Leaving the door open, I turn the key in the ignition. Doesn't start. "Try again." Daryl hooks his hand around the top of the door. I nod and twist the key forward again. This time it clicks for a few seconds, then starts right up. The purring of the engine enlightened the mood a bit. Tara jogs over to Rick. "The van works." "We have our transportation." Rick nods before signaling the rest over. "Want to get out of the city before dark, we'll find a spot in the woods to settle for the night and go from there." I made sure I was in the same car as Daryl, even if it meant not being in the same as Carl, but I need to comfort one of the biggest father figures

Divorce. A shaping tool that impacts the child’s future immensely. With no additional income source, my fresh off the boat mother had to work constantly to keep the bowls filled with rice. However as a direct result, I would have to take care of myself as my mother was rarely at home. My strict mother would never let me outside so I filled my time with video games. Alone with my video games, no one can question my actions or behavior. With only a mother as a role model, I develop a feminine personally. I thought I was just a normal boy, and growing up with this mentality became problematic. Combined with my mentality and higher pitch voice, people would make fun of me and never took me seriously. I never understood why causing me to stay in

I grew up as a creative, very imaginative person. My imagination was always going, 24/7, going like Lebron in the paint, it couldn’t be stopped. I would stay up some nights imagining myself as a cop, a football player, basketball player, astronaut, truck driver, you name it. I imagined myself being anything I wanted to be. But how I got to be so imaginative is because of something I didn’t think until I began to write this essay. I was raised in a small town call Crossett, Arkansas, above the border of Louisiana. This town is a town in which I call a “chill town.” Everybody knows each other, and when pass by in your cars you can wave and give a bright smile and they’ll do the same back. Usually on a weekend you can find mostly everyday in their

My body was shivering with fright my mind had so many questions. The weird thing is that I smelt was something that smells familiar, but I forgot what it was. One thing that I was sure of is that I was moving in car and my feet and arms were strapped down to the seat and my eyes were blinded by a bright light in my eyes. I had a lot a of question in my brain like where am I, have I been kidnapped, and is my family ok. Then I here my father calling me “Zeke, Zeke, Zeke where are you. Then suddenly I can finally see I open my eyes and see Stanley Park it was breath taking it was like seeing the northern lights. My dad finally untied me from the seat I shook my head because there was so much fog I could barley see anything I thought I had brain

It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.

I look into the eyes of my 9 year old cousin, Lee. His left eye twitches every so slightly as he smiles up at me. He holds up a toy set and I can see the glint of pride in his eyes as he excitedly tells me how he built it. “This one was a Christmas present,” he explains.

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.

Wake up, get to school, go home, repeat. Wake up, get to school, go home, repeat. Wake up, get to school, go home, repeat.

Once upon a time, on a small town called Smallville, there was a boy named Ej. He was just a normal boy that went to school, hung out in his barn to think and looked on his telescope to look up at stars. One night outside of his house, he lays down on the wide open field with the grass swaying with the wind. He looks up to the stars and says to himself "What if I could make the world a better place?" Right after he says that, he sees a rapid, giant red ball coming down from the sky. He was too mesmerized to move. It came closer and closer to him until it finally hit him. Everything went black.

It was a sunny afternoon, after school, towards the end of my seventh-grade school year. When I came home and walked through the door, I went to the table to start doing my homework. About five minutes in, there was another unfamiliar family ready to walk out of my house. I thought nothing of it. Maybe it was just some family friends of my parents and they were here to help with something. I was in the midst of working on math homework when my dad called my sister and I into the other room. Both my parents were in another room, paying bills. I remembered this because they had told me to keep quiet. At first, I thought, I was about to be grounded. Typically, my sister and I are only called together because she had told on me for something. I was prepared for the usual “Leave your sister alone” talk. Except this time, my father’s voice was not angry. It was more sad, almost expressionless. My sister was the first to walk into the other room, myself following behind. “Sit down, we need to tell you something important.” My mom was sitting next to him, so then I knew whatever I was about to be told was something serious. Short after my dad said this, my sister followed with saying, “Is Anthony in trouble?” “Shut-up, Kristina,” I said angrily. “No, neither of you are in any trouble,” said my mom. Before I had any time to ask her why I was here if I was not in trouble, she said “Dad had just lost his job.”

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.

Char, ever since the girls were little, was able to not always have to work, and when she did have a job, she seemed to be self-employed so she could choose to take days off to spend with her daughters if necessary whereas her husband has always worked full-time. But they have always been able to support their family, and allowed the girls to have many opportunities with the 1 to almost 1 and ½ incomes that they have had. After Char’s father passed away, Shanae’s father built a house next door to theirs for Char’s mother to live in. Ever since then, she has become a extremly present member of their family and daily