Personal Narrative

He turned to me with those startling brown eyes of his.Smiling faintly, he gently touched my arm.

The rooms are arranged from east to west with the blue room on the east and the black one on the west. East represents birth because of sunrise and west represents death because of sunset. Also, each of the 7 rooms represents a stage of one’s life, with the black on the very end representing

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

The seven rooms in the house also conveyed stages in life ending with death. These rooms were set up from east to west. This meaning that the sun comes up in the east and goes down in the west, and death comes in the darkness. "In this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet--a deep blood color." The guest's avoided this room because it was a sign of death.

He scoffs in cynicism with a smirk. He stands up, throwing the pillow back at me which I catch with ease. “Oh, like you’re one to

I walked to the baby carriage and looked at the the bundle of blankets. I took the blanket into my hands and realized that there was nothing wrapped in the plush blanket. “It looks like this might be a baby nursery at one time but I wonder what is behind the oth-” I said until interrupted by the sound of footsteps and whining behind the second door. I quickly ran out of the room signaling Anthony and Kevin to follow. We all hid behind the door once again looking through the separation between the door and the wall.

“I’d let you use my bed, but seeing as you didn’t let me use yours when I stayed with you, it seems only fair.” Kimberly knew he was only saying it in jest and she waved him off. She would sleep on the floor if he made her. The couch was comfortable enough anyway.

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

The room was nice. It had a living space, a bathroom and two large beds. Eric felt lucky enough to have a room with a window, facing the city. And turns out, he also got the bed by the window

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

Now that he was closer I could make out details of his face. Like the *light shade of brown that was his hair and how bright his green eyes were. All in all he was attractive, alarmingly so to be honest.

“Well,” the photographer began. “The photographer that was supposed to come is my best friend, and he told me that this military base needed a photographer. And…I came,” he

You gave him a weak smile. How did you get so lucky? How was he so good to you?

Room is the story of five-year-old, Jack and his Ma, who live in an eleven-by-eleven shed, named ‘Room’. Unaware of the truths of life, Jack tells the story of living and escaping room from entirely from his own perspective. This story centralises John Milton’s idea that the mind is its own self and can make a haven out of a hell (John Milton’s a Paradise Lost: A sourcebook 92). In a truly grim situation, we enter the world Ma has created through Jacks own eyes. As a child, Jack knows so much less than an adult, allowing him to guess and imagine so much (The Irish Times 2010). Knowing nothing of the outside world beyond fantasies of the television screen, with the help of Ma’s imagination, Jack presents the small space of Room as a world full of love, inanimate friends and fun. In the first half of the novel, readers are invited into Jacks world inside Room, through his innocent eyes, everything from “counting one hundred cereal and waterfall milk” to giving “Plant a cup of water” and eating with “Meltedy Spoon” creates a world full of imagination, love and excitement (Donoghue 6-8).;

I continued to my room, which was room 1. But all the way down on the other side of the hallway. This is a weird place.