Personal Narrative

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

all the people, you widely look around and see everything is already going to be so much fun. We finally pull up, and found a spot, and we started walking up to the entrance we had to get tickets first it was definitely a nervous experience we finally get to the gate, and walk in, and we started deciding which side to go on so we decide to start at the mummy that’s something I got to talk about. Ok so we go and get in line, the line was long. So we waited and waited and finally got a chance to go on but before we got on, me and my friend saw this one sign that said, high speed roller coaster and we lost it! I have never been on a roller coaster before. So anyways we got to the front,

The front lawn of Valdosta State hardly looked like a lawn, but more like a flea market on Saturday afternoon or a carnival on a Saturday night minus the rides. There were so many people there I could barely pick out one conversation because the roar of the crowd was so overwhelming. As I approached the hectic scene I seemed to be swallowed by the swarm of people around me and continued to travel in the same direction as them. I began to feel the beat of the music in my body, the booming in my chest felt as though my heart was racing and then the unfamiliar beat became clear to me. I continued shuffling my feet in the grass and could feel the warmth from the sun heating my skin. I could hear the excitement from the student’s voices when they received a free souvenir. I also listened to the workers from the booths advertise their business saying where they were located and what extraordinary deals they had to offer. From then on I began paying more attention to the booths themselves. A majority of them were plastered with their logo and surrounded by bright colors to grab the student’s attention and more often than not, it worked.

I do not remember much from middle school; however I do recall having trouble fitting in and making friends. For the Central Bucks School District, seventh grade marks the beginning of middle school. My awkward 13-year-old self, with bright blue hair, was immersed in a pool of people at Holicong Middle School I had never met before. I had spent the past seven years with the same people and now they were mixed in with this monstrous crowd of new people, forcing me to make new friends. I was not a normal kid by society’s standards, and I still am a quirky kid, but at that point in my life I was still trying to figure out how to behave in a social setting. That was not a simple task for me; I was a hyperactive kid who dyed her hair a plethora of colors. To make matters worse, I was not mixed in with a pleasant group of people.

Since I was 3 years old, my mom and dad have been separated. At around 5 years old, my dad had decided that if I ever wanted opportunities to be successful in anything I do, it would be best for me to live with my dad permanently. My mother did not seem to care about my mental well-being or my academic career and tried to jeopardize my relationship with my dad numerous times. In order for my dad to get full custody of me, he hired a child service lawyer. Although, I was isolated from the legal process, all I knew was that lawyer saved me and my academic career. This was first when I knew I was interested in law and being a lawyer. As I grew up one of my main maternal figures was my paternal grandmother, she watched me after school and properly

When I arrive home, I go into the kitchen and grab a snack. No one was home so I decided to go to sleep. I lay in my bed and try to focus on sleeping. I lay for two, four hours, sleep evades me. I groggily find my way into the bathroom and grab a dixie cup and melatonin to aid me in sleep. I don't remember much about how I got to bed when I wake up, or much about my dream. But I do remember seeing Isac dead in my dream, and the light from my necklace shining through the room. I know something isn’t right, and while I can’t place exactly what it is, I know it’s bad.

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.

It felt like Christmas morning. In June. Ripping open the package, I couldn’t remember ever being more excited. I finally had it. The Apex 37. The newest, nicest, cleanest looking longboard to be released, and I was lucky enough to have it. I tore open that box as fast as I could, ripped the plastic off, and there it was. The most beautiful slab of wood I had ever seen. A clean strip of carbon fibre traced the center length of the board from tail to tail with the detailed “Original” logo placed perfectly in the middle. The crisp metallic trucks glistened on either side, and connected to them, the bright purple wheels, freshly ground for the perfect, buttery finish. My heart filled, and my passion fueled. I will never forget the feeling of standing

I woke up today thinking I would have a good day. But I got a phone call from my Mom saying that she will be home in a couple of minutes. She said that she had to talk to us when she got home. I was wondering what she was going to be telling us. So then when she got home all of us kids sat down on the couch. The couch was a smooth brown couch which I really loved the soft smooth feeling when I sat down and felt it. So then my Mom said " I got a call from Grandpa Ruby and Grammy is in the hospital," and I was just thinking was this some kind of sick joke. Are you serious? After that my Mom asked if any one wanted to go with her and my Dad up to Columbus to visit her or just stay at home so we all said that we wanted to go. So I started to get packed up and ready to go, I just tried my best not to think about it because it made me

It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.

On the fourth day, we went to Chico, Old Sacramento, Capitol State Capitol and to Stanislaus. Since it was our last night in a hotel together we decided to sit down together in a circle and share what we liked. Then an hour later we went with our chaporne and they gave us an envelope. At first I was laughing because I was like I bet this was the letter I wrote in freshman year and thoughts went across the things I wrote like “I bet you’re going to have a 3.5 and be in honor classes.” Then I notice that on the bottom of the envelope my mom’s handwriting. I started tearing up because I thought it was a letter she wrote to me and it was. I opened and I started even crying even more because me and mom never say nice things to each other and that will forever be my favorite moment. Later that night I called her to thank her. The next day, we went to Merced, Fresno, M & S Ranchito Market in Mcfarland and to

I’ll never forget the day my family got our first new best friend. It was Saturday and my Mom, Hayden, Drew, and me all went out to get our new furry friend, a few hours later we all got in the car and headed to the pound. Two men came outside with a cage in their hands, they set the cage down in the front right seat. It moved a lot but it was quiet as it did.

Even though I was pissed she just came in our house I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she really was. And she had a helluva a smile to. I tried my hardest to be mad at her but I couldn't I swear to god I felt like I was crazy for not being mad. We asked her why she broke in and she gave us this phony story about how she was starving and being chased. But I didn't care because somehow she filled a void in my life. I don't know how or why but I felt happy around her. Then it hit me she reminded me of john. She was like a weird version of my brother she really

It was finally June, summer vacations! Every summer or so, my older sister, Isabella, and I would always go somewhere different. It was a little pricey but my sister would sacrifice for both of us to go and enjoy the beaches and hot weather. My mom thought it was really a waste of time, but I really enjoy traveling with Isabella. Usually on our way to our destination when we’re on the plane, I would remember the other places we have gone to, such as, Spain, France, Kenya, Mexico and so much more. My sister started hinting me about where we are going to next. She told me it was going to be better than any of the other places we have gone to. I couldn't really think of any other places better than where we have gone too. I kept bugging her and asking her where we are going to next. She replies with, “You'll just have to wait and see.” Until finally it was the second week of June, and she called me. I quickly picked up the phone, and she said, “I'm on my way to mom's house, are you there?” I responded with, “Yeah I'm here. Mom just left to go to the supermarket.”