Personal Narrative

When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.

Saturday became a continuation of Friday. From the early hours of 8:00 A.M., the business phone calls continued. Employee issues, individual Make-up Bar location issues. Luna spoke to resolve separate and different problems with them all. However, with phone in ear she was not deterred from attending her planned outing to the Farmer’s Market in Englewood, she had planned with Mauricio, Stella and Sol. Between calls and emails she was treading through the crowd. Visiting the stands at times proved to be task. Between words Mauricio fed her samples of bread puddings and fresh brie’s and figs. At the wine stand she made no qualms about second helpings.

“No problem.” said the black haired woman as she grabbed a bag off of one of the luggage carts. “You can save my things for last if you want.”

He carved it with intricate hearts and vines covering the doors and sides. The largest heart is in the center between the doors and engraved with our initials inside.

“You’re smiling and you don't even know it. I knew you would like this place. It fits your personality. You seem genuinely happy around nature.” He told me.

“Ok,” my sister and I replied sadly. I started packing my closet first because it was the dirtiest messiest place in my room. I felt like a confused animal, not knowing if you want to stay or leave.

When I open my eyes and look out my window all I can see is the fence. That ugly,

“Hello?, wake up!” I slightly opened my eyes to find a man in my face, I bolted up right “what are you doing!” I questioned. Then I started to remember I had been on a bus to Stanford. He must be the driver. I apologized for my rudeness and got up, and grabbed my bags. After again apologizing, I went off to find my dorm.

The sight of a Tiffany & Co little blue box is apt to set many a heart a flutter, but how has a

Piper made small talk with the neighbor as she opened the door carrying a couple of paper bags filled with groceries. She dropped the bags the bar and strolled in only to find Alex in her office, sitting in the desk typing and squinting behind her glasses. There was a half full, lukewarm bottle of beer and a half-eaten cuban sandwich with sweet plantains in the corner which meant that she barely move from the spot where she left her before leaving for brunch with Polly.

Mia didn’t turn around until the bus left, and then she walked the path home. The sidewalk leading to Mia’s house was a little long, and in order to pass the time, Mia thought about how much fun Lilly and she would have at 6:00 when Lilly’s birthday party started.

“ ‘All right. Here it is. About tomorrow, Sami. Our weekend. My colleague, Auggie Brandy, was scheduled to speak at the Saturday night dinner.

Constance stepped outside and inhaled the night air. The get-together turned out better than expected. It was nice to see the town folk forgetting their troubles, even if it was for a few hours. Constance went home and spent the rest of the evening in the comfort of her own home. She turned on the television. Entertainment Tonight was the only thing on at that hour featuring the latest trends,

“It looks great?” the man said apprehensively, looking up with an unsure smile he waved Simon over to a chair as he sat down behind an organized desk. He took the seat, noticing that the other man 's name was Randy from the name tag on the desk.

I shrugged. "To be honest, I 'm not having any trouble keeping up with the payments on it. You could still live in it by yourself, if you want to. Then, you can do whatever the heck you want with awkward lunch dates and all that stuff and you don 't have to worry about me. Though, I still think that it 's a good idea to have me inspect whoever you 're considering dating."