Personal Narrative

The next day my mother called her lawyer and after discussing it with my grandparents, she started the divorce process. This should have been great news for me, I was feeling something else other than joy. I felt ashamed for what I had done. I had always prided myself for what I thought was superior self-control, but when I needed it most I couldn’t find it.

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my

I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process

The flame from Nick's lighter danced in the darkness as he lit his cigarette. I faintly heard an aged man speak from the television "2 found dead in New York apartment..." I turned my attention towards the TV out of curiosity. "Autopsy shows the couple died of starvation, this is now the tenth time we have seen this similar situation..." Nick cleared his throat to speak, a puff of smoke escaped his lips and disappeared into the darkness of the room. I shifted my gaze towards him awaiting his thought. He spoke in a tired voice.

When I was 11 I owned a dog named Bruno, who always managed to bring a smile to my face. Unfortunately one day when I returned from Mexico, I was devastated to find out he had run away. Ever since I was young I've been self-reliant so it was lovely to have someone there for any circumstance. My parents would usually be at work and when they home they'd usually be in their room resting. In addition, I'm the youngest child, my youngest older brother winning me by 8 years, so I didn't really have siblings to accompany me especially since they all started a family significantly young—this of course only led to them moving on faster meaning I was pretty much on my own. It was nice to have someone so ecstatic to see you that they literally jumped

My eyes filled with hatred as I stepped foot in the bitter cold cabin and made eye contact with the man that betrayed my brother and I five years ago. And this is where I would be for the next five weeks.

From a very young age I was brought up around religion. I would go to Sunday school every day, church camps and I also never attended a public school, all private religious school. But I began to become confused very quickly as the actions of my parents began to prove otherwise.

One, Two, Three, I heard them counting while I was under water holding my breath as they pushed on my head so I stayed down. I felt like I was slowly dying, and if that’s how it feel to die underwater, I’d rather die in my sleep. It got to the point where I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I hit someone’s leg so they would know to let me go. I slowly rose up. “Thirty five seconds” said Michelle. That’s how long I could hold my breath underwater. “I’m a little fish,” I said to myself. However, Danny went next and sadly, he tied up to me. After Brianna and Justyn went, I was no longer in first place. We decided to hold off on the game and take a break for a little while. Michelle was known as a fish, she could live in the water is she

Highschool was always a rough time for me, I had no idea where I was going and what I was going to do with my life. One of my teachers had a talk with me and suggested I join the military. I followed his advice and chose the branch that best fit my goals; The U.S Air Force. To me joining seemed like the easiest and best way to go. I always dreamt of flying planes so working on them seemed like the second-best option for me.

When deciding what to write this paragraph on I had to choose a topic that I know a lot bout, and feel strongly for. I decided that I would write on how I met my boyfriend Conor, because it’s a very complicated story. It was early January when I first met Conor, but I didn’t know anything about him, but a few weeks later I found myself hanging out with a few friends and this kid who was always around. We all decided we liked having each other around, so we kept hanging out for a few more days… by this time it was the end of March and Easter break was coming up fast. I was flying out to San Diego, April 2nd, there was supposed to be an ice storm the day of my flight so I left two days early. When I was packing I thought why not snap chat my

It is a cold, October evening. My house is crazy. There is clothes everywhere, stacks of food for us, and enough Redbox DVDs to last months. My parents have been preparing my siblings and I for this weekend. They write down emergency numbers, not that we would need them, and tell us to maybe give our grandparents a call while they were away. My parents finish packing their suitcases and are now saying their goodbyes to my siblings and I before they leave for California for the weekend. This is the first time we will be left alone without adults. I am so excited. After what seems like an hour of hugging and kissing goodbye, my parents finally leave. I immediately call my friends and they say our plan is on for the weekend. We’ve had this plan

When I woke up, I hardly remembered where I was. But then, as I looked over to the door to see Alex, I remembered. She opened the door and held the rope out to me so that she could hook it onto the thing around my neck. I stood up from my bed, stretched, shook my fur out and walked over to her. She hooked the rope onto me and we walked back through the hallway. She took me out the back door that I came in through and we walked further towards the back of the building. By this point, I realized how much water I drank and how bad I needed to go. Alex must have known that because we got closer and closer to a big open field surrounded by trees, bushes, and a small fence. We walked through a gate on the fence and she bent down to my level. She

I was raised in a Christian family and home. My father was one of the three first black policemen in the area and my mother was the housekeeper of a prominent family. My grandmother was one of the mothers of her church. I am the youngest of five siblings. Likewise, at the young age of nine years old, losing my parents influenced my journey with God in many ways. Our mother had us in church every Sunday. Additionally, we were involved in all the youth programs such as the Usher Board, Youth Choir, and the YPCL. So, when they passed I couldn’t understand why God would do this to me while I was so young (taking everything from me).

I hugged Bruno, our bouncy boxer, goodbye as he headbutted me and doused my face with his sloppy, sandpaper tongue. Then I hugged Bruno’s sidekick, Edi, our just-as-bouncy Jack Russell Terrier. They didn’t know this would be the last moment we would be together for a long time.