Personal Narrative

We were arriving at my new home when I realized it was right next to Eastside Elementary, my old school. I got out of the car when I saw one of my old friends across the street, waving at me. I smiled. She got invited over to the moving party, and we played outside making mud pies and riding in Wilsons miniature

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

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

Were I to name one thing unique about me, it would be that I’m one of the only people I know who can say from experience which is more difficult; writing a personal essay or surviving a life-or-death, take-no-prisoners spy shootout, complete with a crowd of bad guys, laser guns, and of course, a hero and a sidekick. I’m the sidekick.

That's when my mom decided that we should move into a house we started contacting realtors and asking them what's the best deal. And me were trying to look for houses it was really hard to find a house that was closer to my school my mom and dad decided that if we cannot find a house closer to my old school we would have to change schools that really made me upset at the time but as time went by I understood that it's for the best and I cannot put pressure on my

I was talking to my mom and she stated, “I bet you can not wait to go to your new school.” But the bad thing is I wasn't ready .My new home was in Pearson, Georgia. I was going to have to meet new friends, which will be easy but will take a few days.

In San Francisco, about a year after my mother died, when I was nine or ten years old and going to the second new school since moving in with my father, I had a desperate crush on a girl named Lisa. She was a year older than me, in the next grade level up (our classrooms were combined). She was pretty, Asian, was popular with a group of friends that would surround her during recesses.

“ Oh is this our house, wate! This is our house” I said in excitement. Then I ran in and saw the kitchen the the bathrooms then my room. IT had a “Welcome Home” sign in my room. I went to my stuffed animals and told them I was all back. I gave a big hug to my parents and told them that

That night my mother told my sister and I that we were moving. When she told us that it was hard for me to process it. I was feeling happy and sad at the same time. I was thinking things like, “Awesome! What will I tell my friends? Why? How are we going to get there? What will my life be like after the move?”. I was very confused.

The summer before my senior year of high school my parents decided we were going to move from our home in Newport News, Virginia to another home in Salisbury, North Carolina so we could be closer to my Granny. I was very upset, it was my senior year how could they just rip me away from my home, school, and most importantly

Well, I can’t say that I am not scared. I mean…I am kind of standing beside my shed looking for someone. Let’s see, what can I do to get this off my mind for a few minutes? I am not really thinking straight right now, but I will keep thinking. Suddenly I hear a twig snap, and just like any “ brave” boy would, I go and investigate. I turn my flashlight on to get a better view of the tree rubble. I don’t see anything so I turn to leave and come face to face with a masked man. Out of nowhere he pushes me to the ground and sprints off. When I look around, I see that the ground is littered with broken glass, but I think nothing of it. For some reason when I stand up I feel a whole lot shorter and surprisingly itchy. I do one quick glance

I attempted to draw air into my lungs but my throat was too tightly shut by the force of the sash wrapped around my neck. Neither would sound come out, nor air stream in. From afar, I could hear laughter and conversations going on in the near rooms. Louder in my head were muffled noises coming from my nasal passage in its final attempt to breathe in its last breath. Life and death, in this very moment, were all under one roof. My hands, still in my pockets, involuntarily clenched into a fist. My toes cleaved to one another as if to say to each other “We are in this together.” They curved in towards my heel and would have fain clenched into their own fists’. This pendulum of a girl and noose no longer oscillated. Time had stopped. The initial

I was in first grade when moving became a reality. But we were told we were just moving down the street a little bit. We had just came home from a normal school day when we started talking about our new house. But my mom hadn’t told us we were moving further than just down the street.

" You've been spying on Alison?!?!" Spencer called out to me. I turned around and saw Spencer with an angry expression on her peachy cream complexion.

I am writing this letter because when you would not talk to me on the phone I realized how drastically things have changed between us. I’d like to say that it was your decision alone to keep this distance, but I think we both know it was for the best.