Personal Narrative

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

“Hah! BALDY!” He screeched. I was sure my head was gleaming like a street lamp as everyone chanted ‘Baldy’ to the moon and back. My chemo had left me as a nauseous, hairless, bag of bones, and my whole school situation hadn’t exactly gotten better either. My cheeks flushing, I shoved my hands in my sweatpants pockets and ran off. I would have started crying, but I really didn’t have any tears left. I had been crying for days. Weeks, even. Heck, I didn’t know how long. Could have been years, but I wouldn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. I looked up to my apartment window, and my mom was waving me on encouragingly. Thanks the lord she didn’t shout out the window, or her thick Russian accent would surely provoke

She had heard enough. Whatever he was planning, it wasn’t good, and she left the room as quietly as she could. He didn’t seem to notice when the door actually shut.

The blaring of my headlights, shadows littered the ground. The light cut through them, disturbing the darkness. The sun had set a while ago, but still I was wandering. My eyes had grown tired, but still I was searching. Clouds, sinister and heavy, were layered above the earth, hiding away the moon and, with it, the stars' light. For a few hours now, I had been driving around. Somewhere along the way, I strayed from my path. Many circles I seem to have made, and I am still stuck on this abandoned dirt road. By now, I should have arrived at my uncle's home. I should have finished greeting all of my family. I should be sitting down with them, drinking and laughing, having a pleasant night. Right now, I realize that I have just passed the same

Abruptly awoken at the break of dawn towards the end of the hot season, my owner swiftly moves across the house gathering the essentials needed for his rigorous day. My owner’s name is Jordan and he is a six foot tall senior in high school. Jordan rises early many days and decides to sleep later on other days, which is quite confusing at times. Jordan does not always awaken me with all the commotion emitting from him, which is peculiar because Jordan sounds like a herd of elephants every morning. If Jordan’s loud and excessive noises do not rouse me the commotion of the other family members usually does the trick. After the tumultuous family dispatches I am left alone in a house of seldom activities for an animal. My day is spent waiting for Jordan, or any other human, to return home and grant me with their presence.

I got off the plane, my uncle and 4 cousins picked me up from the Denver International Airport. I stepped outside and remember how beautiful it was. We got into the car and they drove us to Breckenridge, Colorado. When we rented a mansion for the vacation and when we got there we made posters saying “Happy 50th Anniversary Grammy and Bumpa!” My brother, 6 cousins, and I stood out in the driveway holding up the posters when my aunt drove them in! My grandparents had no idea why they were coming out to Colorado until they got to the house. They got out the car and started crying. The next day we went hiking, when we got to Mount Cameron it started downpouring with hail so we had to turn around and go back to the house. We all turned around and

If you’ve read this far, you will now learn a bit about me. In retrospect, this reading has brought new knowledge and clarity to a very stressful situation I was in. I had left home in 1990 and was in a shelter. I remember bits and pieces of the shelters, but there was an… uncertainty about the location, almost a fear. As I was young, and naïve, I was not aware of the

I was standing in the living room and then I was outside talking to someone, as I tried to convince him I had walked through the walls. The group started walking toward Nimitz Road, when I found myself sitting down in the back of a patrol car. It was if a police car materialized around me like from a scene from “Star Trek”. For me, it was as if I was wearing a red shirt. I was going to be the guy who did not make it back to the ship. I did not know how I ended up alone on that street. The officer knew my father and took me

I had scene him around at church, knew his face and his name but not him. I saw him playing guitar after school and thought he was cool, that's all I knew. Then I met him. He and my Friend had just broke up, I didnt even know they were dating. D and I had just walked down to the youth center for second service, she was talking to me about there break up and interdiced me. He hugged her and gave me his dorky high five -knuckles and I was over washed with emotions. Butterflies. Lust. Excitement. Confusion. Denial. And over all guilt. I couldn't like him!

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.

She was draped in a black dress, of which forfeited its sleeves to the current fashion or appropriate attire, and she held each of her matching shoes in their respective hands; and as she traversed through the accumulation of water about the village, her body language appeared to intensify with frustration, and presented itself in her wake. I continued to remain stagnant, though my heart raced tremendously as I observed her elegance, and I immediately felt empathetic towards the pain that was stricken about her profile. I knew that she needed someone, someone to just simply be there for her; and despite the fact that we had just initiated some form of a bond for one another, and that I neglected a single notion to do so, I questioned whether I was meant to be, or worthy of being, that person. However, I knew that it was needed; and without indulging in or creating another thought, I shot through the front door, and slammed it shut behind