Personal Narrative

I had a lot of fun this summer and overall I could say this is one of my best summers. I did a lot of things over the summer, it was all baseball we would alway have games and it did not feel like we had a break. For a tournament we went to Jacksonville, Illinois for a baseball tournament and i had a blast! Even though we came in 3rd and did not win, we still did stuff after the games like swim, play PS4, and much more. Another thing I did was going to South bend Indiana and go to a South Bend Cubs game which is a minor league team for the Cubs. While we were up there we also stopped at Notre Dame and walked around and looked at the campus. We were going to look at the football stadium, but it was under construction. I thought that the campus

During the Memorial Day Weekend, my family decided to go on a church trip to the Niagara Falls. I kind of wanted to go, but my mom insisted that I should stay home with my grandparents to practice piano for my upcoming competition. In the end, she left the decision to me.

This summer was a busy one, let me tell ya! I was either riding the metro in Washington D.C., playing basketball and volleyball, or working with and showing my cattle! Even though it was a busy summer I still found some time to relax and have fun with friends! Summer is my favorite time of year!

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

His eyes are made for the road. Two tornado blue irises meet the highway, looking past the smudges on his lightweight frameless glasses. He shifts his hands along the steering wheel, dodging what hurts most. Noting which movements prevent his worn hands from freezing into twisted positions like cream flowing into black coffee. He wheezes a cough. Loses stability. Regroups. Accelerates.

This is the story about me. It is a very weird story which, no, I didn’t even want to do. Why am I doing this? It’s because of this school thing I have to do. Well, let’s get this over with.

Summer is supposed to be a time to relax since there’s no school, right? Wrong! My summer was super busy, but it was fun. Over the summer I went to Chicago, I went to multiple different sport camps, and I went camping for my birthday.

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).

It was a hot summer day, my mom and I went to a local target to get some school supplies. I was bored out of my mind. I saw rows of food, school supplies, cereal, drinks, whatever was on your grocery list. Every person who walked by had heaps of food, water, anything you need. Is there something fun to do I thought, and while I was thinking that, something caught my eye. It was the game New Super Mario Bros for the Nintendo Wii. I was tempted to steal it but thought of an even better plan. As me and my mom walked past the section with the game, I quickly took it from the shelf and put it between two cereal boxes.

It was a spring day out and the wind was blowing against my skin. The sun was shining brightly over the entire yard. I was thinking to myself this is a wonderful day to take my little cousins to the park. I picked up my IPhone and called my cousin to see where the kids were. He had told me they were at the house and asked why. So I tell him I wanted to take the babies to the park, and he say it’s okay with him just call the house to let his mother know that I am getting them. I walked backed in my quiet house, because I was home alone, and started washing up with my red face towel. I picked up my greenish-yellow toothed brush and brushed my teeth. Then, I walked to me room and put on my black and white Nike shorts, my all orange Auburn Tigers

I open my eyes. My head is buzzing, my eyelids feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds; every inch of my limp body aches with an unbearable pain. My surroundings are hectic; acrid fumes are filling the air and blue and red neon lights pierce my eyes. Unfamiliar faces gather around my body talking a million miles an hour, but I can hardly decipher what they’re saying. Someone kneels beside me and faintly whispers, “sometimes you have to go through Hell to get to heaven.” I shut my weary eyes, unaware that they would never open again.

I didn’t really know him very well but he was still my dad. I feel like I should feel bad for him or be crying but I’m not, not at all. He was killed at about midnight. The murder stole some important papers about my mom. I never knew her and my dad never talked about her, she died in a car accident when I was still very young. That was why I wanted those papers back. My dad never showed me any pictures but I knew that all kinds of things where on those papers. The police figured that my dad startled the thief and as a result my dad was now dead. Now I’m moved into my aunt’s house until they can find another place for me. I’m not alone though, my maid got to come with me. It is a relief to have something of my old life with me. I have a feeling

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.

I did not do very much this summer. I mainly played a mobile game and read a few books. There is one thing that I did do though, that I really enjoyed. This was my trip to Barcelona with my mom and my grandpa. We stayed there for five days. Our flight departed at 5:30 A.M. on June 17th. It was a rather cool morning. We were flying out of the O'Hare Airport. The flight was pretty cool because I got to meet the pilot. One of the flight attendants must have overheard me telling my mom about how I was going to become a pilot after I graduated, so she thought I would like to meet the pilot. It was awesome! After that I fell asleep and didn't wake up until we landed.

I was at my grandpa's ranch. It was a nice, cool, breezy afternoon. My uncle and I had just finished our walk from our hunting trail. We didn't find anything but little birds. We arrived at the house and my Tia shouted to us from inside the house " Did y'all kill anything", we quickly replied "No". She was not upset or anything because we already had lunch which was barbecue.