Personal Narrative

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

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.

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

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.

It was a sunny bright Friday afternoon and I was at school. I knew today was going to be the day, the day I get my new bike. After school my dad picked me up and drove home, so I can change out of my uniform and grab something to eat. I remembered my stomach feeling strange, I was so excited getting my new bike that I couldn't even eat. We went back in the car to go to Kmart. Even though Kmart was only like five minutes, it felt like I was in the car forever. I remember I was thinking of all the features my new bike was going to have.

During the second to last week of summer, I traveled with my family to Cedar Point. Cedar Point is a sprawling amusement park with a wide variety of thrill rides, roller coasters, water slides, and entertainment. The park is located near Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio. It is the second oldest amusement park in the United States, as it opened 1871. Cedar Point is considered by many to be the “Roller Coaster Capital of the World” because of its record breaking seventy-one thrill rides which includes a total of sixteen roller coasters. I had been to Cedar Point two times before but this was my first time going back in three years. I was excited for the trip because there were many new rides and coaster that I had not

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

My day starts out like most of a dollar’s day starts. As I rest in my owners wallet. He grabs his wallet and slides it in his back right-hand pocket, with me included. This is how my journey begins.

When the war started, I was a young boy, my dad was in the war, once it was November 11, 1918, my mom got a call from my dad’s general saying that the war ended.For the first time in four years, I'm going to see my dad, I thought to myself what is going to happen because I adapted to this routine. When my dad was gone, my mom had to work his job so she would always be late to get home, she usually made me lunch but she isn't her I have to make my own lunch. I did miss dad, but now that he is coming back, I can’t joke around anymore like I used to.

G sharp, C sharp, E natural. Finger 5, 1, 2, and 5 again. And then F sharp, and then…yes, I finally got it! I think to myself as I do a fist pump into the air. I had perfected a part of a piece I was playing that I had been struggling with for the longest time. My left hand was already tired from hammering away at the piano keys for what seemed like hours. I turned the pages back to the beginning of the song and played through the whole song. I was finally ready perform it at the recital.

After everything that has happened, it was finally over. The sky was dark with rain and cracked with lightning and thunder, bodies littered the ground turning it red with blood. On this battlefield laid Zya Kage, the leader of the rebellion against the king of her homeland. The war raged on for hours, maybe even a day, Zya couldn’t remember. The wound on Zya’s stomach bled and soaked the ground below her with blood, her vision began to fade in and out , she could hear the sounds of yelling and screaming soon began to dissipate from her hearing. Then, as soon as she closed her eyes and let the darkness along with the pain consume her. She heard someone yelling, but it was a lot closer now. She felt hands pressing against her wound, she could see a faint silhouette kneeling beside her, but before she could see who it was. She felt numb and her vision went dark.

It was Friday, October 20th, 2017. I was sitting in the living room painting my toes with my cousin Bianca, and her friend Lai. My brother Snoop, my mom, dad, uncle, and aunt was sitting at the table playing cards, they wasn’t gambling it was for fun. Yet, this was the best Friday I had in awhile, not knowing seconds later this could be the worst friday ever. I was 17 years old at the time. The driver was a teenage girl, we didn’t know her. What we did know was that her boyfriend went to Berkeley High. The story takes place in Moncks Corner,South Carolina in between Hardee's and the Spinx gas station.

I am ready to step into the place that God has placed in my heart. About ten years ago, I sought the Lord to direct my life. He answered one day and all I heard was “counselor” in my head. It echoed in my head as like a man standing on a mountain top calling in the wind. At the time I heard this, I wasn't ready for the task… There were so many things from my past that were still holding me captive. I had to let go and let God; but the distractions of the world, and fear of failure were too strong for me to fully begin to walk in God’s calling for me. At the age of seven I was molested. It was a hard and confusing time for me. It was a time where a young child should be playing, and simply just enjoying growing up. I felt like there was nowhere to turn for help or the understanding of those emotions.

Once again, there was a group of people standing around me smiling as if I was about to do another stupid animal trick. I know I was blowing this all out of proportion, but I was anxious for the fairytale to end. I don’t know how much more I could take of this, but there was nothing I could do at the moment. Unfortunately, being several thousand feet in the air kind of takes walking away without looking back off the table of viable options. Getting drunk again and going to sleep would help, but knowing that husband of mine, he might take advantage of me and steal another kiss. It didn’t matter that I had made him pay for those stolen kisses with putting him asleep happily calling out my name, it was the principle of it.

Inside, my mind is racing as I stand there motionless. The last few weeks have been spent preparing for this special moment in time. “How will I do, will they be staring at me, are they laughing at me?”. All these thoughts have completely overwhelmed my mind. In a matter of moments, I recognize that my heart is on the verge of exploding. “Why did I ever decide to go through with this, I am not the type of person to put myself in this type of a situation. I should run away now before it gets worse ”. It will be starting any second now, the panic has taken over and I stand there waiting for the embarrassment to begin. The ball is hit straight towards me and I swing, hence striking it back over the net. Although mostly a reaction, my partner