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

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my alarm clock. It reads “6:20.” The first thought to enter my mind as I awoke was, “Sonuvabitch. Another day to see phonies at Triton High School.” I hopped out of my bed and took a shower. The water was cold like it has been for the past week. It almost turned me into a human icicle. I brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, did all the morning requirements. Every day is a loop; I follow the same daily schedule: wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, talk to friends, and sleep. I keep this cycle to keep my sanity. After leaving Pencey and coming to this school, I haven’t made many friends. There are three groups at this school: the nerds, the overly nice people, and the

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

It seemed like the weekend would never come. It did, and now she had to scramble to get preparations ready for Ray’s arrival this morning and Fiona and Emily’s for lunch.

Once I got in my 6th period class I sat down, and began my work like everybody else did. As I finished my work; Coach Bell seen me upset, he ask “What’s Wrong?” I told him that my Uncle Charlie isn’t doing so well and I’m I getting check out at 1:25 to go see him. About 1:20 the enter clam came buzzing on asking for Jana Boothe she’s being check out. So I grabbed my stuff, and left going down the hallway I ran into my friend Skylar, and he asked me “Where am I going?” so I told him that I’m getting checked out to go see my Uncle Charlie. After I told him say that I hope he gets better and everything; after he said I smiled and gave him a hug and thank you for being here for me. When Mom and I got in the car my brother and my uncle were already in the car, so just headed towards Conway to see my Uncle Charlie for a few hours. By the time we got there my mom told to stop crying and look happy as we pulled into then drive way I stopped crying. As I got out of the car I walked up to the door, and knocked on it then I walked inside gave my Uncle Charlie a huge hug, and told him that I loved. Then after I did I went to sit over by my Grandpa by the time I got over there supper was almost finished, and yes I was starving I barely ate lunch at today because my nerves were shot. Once supper was completely finished I

That morning had begun just like any other, or so I believed. It was a cold winter morning, a school day, and I was 14 years old, getting up to get ready for school. It was while I went about my routine that I realized my parents were nowhere to be found. I was immediately concerned and searched the entire house for them before frantically running to our neighbors and beating on the door, desperate for an answer. When I managed to explain that my parents were gone he told me to come along in his car. Concerned, and fearing what was about to happen, I went with him, feeling even more frantic when I realized we had arrived at the hospital.

I was raised in a Christian family and home. My father was one of the three first black policemen in the area and my mother was the housekeeper of a prominent family. My grandmother was one of the mothers of her church. I am the youngest of five siblings. Likewise, at the young age of nine years old, losing my parents influenced my journey with God in many ways. Our mother had us in church every Sunday. Additionally, we were involved in all the youth programs such as the Usher Board, Youth Choir, and the YPCL. So, when they passed I couldn’t understand why God would do this to me while I was so young (taking everything from me).

It’s almost like a fuzzy dream, it’s a clear blue afternoon and I’m riding in the back of an old pick up, through the golden hills of my hometown and looking up at my aunt who smiles down at me. Although, I don’t remember most of my childhood, this is a memory that makes it through the haze just enough to recall, that afternoon with one of my favorite people in the world, my Aunt Lisa.

I didn’t really know him very well but he was still my dad. I feel like I should feel bad for him or be crying but I’m not, not at all. He was killed at about midnight. The murder stole some important papers about my mom. I never knew her and my dad never talked about her, she died in a car accident when I was still very young. That was why I wanted those papers back. My dad never showed me any pictures but I knew that all kinds of things where on those papers. The police figured that my dad startled the thief and as a result my dad was now dead. Now I’m moved into my aunt’s house until they can find another place for me. I’m not alone though, my maid got to come with me. It is a relief to have something of my old life with me. I have a feeling

Eerie, abnormal and sinister were the three moods emitting out of this town, Today there was an overcast of opaque, inky, black clouds surrounding the dark, dreary sky.On my way walking school.From around the corner, I hear a thumping sound resembling hail, I run rapidly down the sidewalk trying to avoid a storm.Promptly clattering to the ground like marbles spilled from a box.With great force, a large hailstone causes me to fall to the ground.Cross because I notice my backpack has been open this whole time and all my assignments due today are lying simply and idly on the floor.

I woke up swiftly. My senses were blurred, except for my hearing. All I could hear was the

I walk, bewildered, down a flawless avenue with no man in sight. Where am I? The last thing I can remember is driving to a small town to work on a murder case, then being confronted with swarming lights through my windscreen and the ear-piercing screech of tires.

I had scene him around at church, knew his face and his name but not him. I saw him playing guitar after school and thought he was cool, that's all I knew. Then I met him. He and my Friend had just broke up, I didnt even know they were dating. D and I had just walked down to the youth center for second service, she was talking to me about there break up and interdiced me. He hugged her and gave me his dorky high five -knuckles and I was over washed with emotions. Butterflies. Lust. Excitement. Confusion. Denial. And over all guilt. I couldn't like him!

I was on the cusp of abandoning the window, as there was a dearth of any physical specimen worthy of speculation; however, I lacked the capacity to spark the thought of movement, as the space was occupied by what I’d just seen. I couldn’t help but run the previous scenario on a continuous loop about my mind in hopes of perhaps gathering some indication as to why it was significant, why it struck me as odd, or why I’ve ultimately deemed it worthy of such thought. Nevertheless, it appeared to be inevitable, and there I continued to stand, observing the Vance’s, and the rain that fell relentlessly to the earth.