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.

Throughout life we all face certain struggles that we aren’t proud of or that we don’t

motivate me to continue the course I’ve set. Whether it is helping families through law or education,

I’ve realized in my seventeen years in life that no matter what situation you're in to ignore the bad and find the good. Living a life with negativity has major consequences on you. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. I've learned many life lessons in my life. Also to continue to learn and to stay positive, to use my knowledge, and to pass on my positivity to others to further their success and mine.

This summer was one of the best summer in my life. There was crying, laughing, and peeing our pants; just kidding. I hope I have another like this one. There are a million things we did this year and some things happened again like once or twice or maybe a thousand times. I tried new things and went new places.

Time when there was only us, and we had only each other. Came. Stayed. Flashed away.

My pursuit of Kelly began almost a year before we met. I was at one of my best friends Ryan's house and I noticed Kelly's picture was on their wall. Immediately I asked Ryan's girfirend, Rugila aka Roo, every question she would tolerate to answer.

Everyone has a fear, even me. Specifically I fear the past will change both me and my future. Your question might be what’s your past? That is my story to tell you. Should something like this ever happen to you, I know how you feel, and you know the same for me. In Sheridan, Wyoming I was a nine year old and I thought nothing would change my future. That’s when it came. The hidden truth. I wish someone would tell me the truth. No lies and no hidden truths. I mean I’m older now just tell me the truth of the past. I know now the past had changed, and why it changed.

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for

I decide to call out sick and go to a thrift store in Madison in hope of finding a couple pair of pants for work and to get my mind off my mom’s situation. I don’t have much luck on either count. After ten minutes, I leave the thrift store unable to stop thinking about my mom. I make my way back to my car in the parking lot groping for the car keys in my jeans pocket.

On my thirteenth birthday, October 14, 2008, two 16-wheel trucks showed up in my driveway. They took everything: furniture, family keepsakes, clothes, photo albums, appliances--everything. Men were in and out of my house, taking things left and right, heaving and tugging, and recklessly emptying what once was my home, like worker ants, taking one grain of sand out of the ant hill at a time, to make room for the colony. In and out of my house. Seeing every object taken out and thrown into the trucks carelessly felt like a knife stabbing me right in the heart, tearing my insides out.

have a flourishing opportunity to become successful. As I grew older, different injustices exposed themselves to

One sunny morning my dad said I have a great idea let’s go on the boat so we put the fishing poles in the truck and went on are way. We got up to the docs and me my sister and my mom were holding on to the boat,while my dad put the truck away. We could tell the water was choppy but we didn’t know why so we paid no attention, “till it happens”.

Years later, this childlike optimism is still instilled in me: to keep doing what I love, without worrying upon the limited opportunities presented.

I remember all the countless times you went on dates or to poker and all I could think about was how late it kept becoming and when you'd finally get