Personal Narrative

It was one of those oddities; though identical twins, they had celebrated different birthdays: first, Molly, born on April 1, 1972, at 11:47 PM, and second came Megan on April 2 at 12:17 AM. Their parents, Meryl and Bill, thought it best that the twins celebrate on their own days and had always held separate parties for them. Bill adored “his girls,” and Megan was probably his favorite. A parent shouldn’t have a favorite child, yet, they all, more than likely do. It’s either the one that they’ve carried some sort of guilt about, for one reason or another, or the one that highly reminds them of themselves. In Bill’s case, it was definitely Megan, he enjoyed her spunk (a quality he thought missing from the other two children). It was his attraction to her high-spiritedness that had Meryl, on countless occasions telling him; “You are letting her get away with

‘’I was on my way to back to school night I was extremely nervous to meet my teacher and when I got there I heard Andrew then I turned around and…’’ One time when I was in second grade I was on my way to back to school night I went to meet my teacher her name was Ms. Pepler. She was nice at helping me put my stuff in my desk but I thought she would be meaner in the school year so when me and my mom got back in the car I said ‘’I think Ms. pepler is going to be mean this year.’’ My mom said ‘’ she seemed really nice at back to school night’’ then I said maybe you're right.’’ Now it is the first day of school and I was nervous because I thought I had a mean teacher and I didn't have any friends it was just me and my cousin. The first day of

I stared, face pressed against the glass window, leaving smeared breath marks. Trying to get my last glance at the house, but my tears making my vision blurry. I could see faint outlines of my friends waving goodbye, I knew I’d never see them again. The car was dead silent besides the sniffling and the sound of the car going over the bumpy road as we drove up the road until the house, my friends, and neighborhood were out of sight. I was born in Framingham Massachusetts and we lived there happily for years. My siblings and I had lots of friends there and we also had family close by. One day, we found out that we were moving to Sudbury, my dad’s hometown. My parents came to assent and had decided that this wasn’t the place they wanted my siblings

“Don’t be nervous, you’ll be fine!” These were the last words I heard before I got out of the car to walk through those front doors and start my first day of high school. Sure that’s what my mom thought. She’s an innocent five year old –only sees good and that anything is possible. She thinks since I made it this far, nothing could be so erroneous to complicate things and that it should be a breeze. Just four more easy years then I’ll be off to my dream; University of Texas at Austin or Baylor University. What she didn’t apprehend was that I was starting high school with only one person that I knew-Olira.

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.

When I woke up, I hardly remembered where I was. But then, as I looked over to the door to see Alex, I remembered. She opened the door and held the rope out to me so that she could hook it onto the thing around my neck. I stood up from my bed, stretched, shook my fur out and walked over to her. She hooked the rope onto me and we walked back through the hallway. She took me out the back door that I came in through and we walked further towards the back of the building. By this point, I realized how much water I drank and how bad I needed to go. Alex must have known that because we got closer and closer to a big open field surrounded by trees, bushes, and a small fence. We walked through a gate on the fence and she bent down to my level. She

One try. Straight to voicemail. So far. it had been a day since she heard from him. A

You can never judge a book by it's cover, sometimes that book may be pretty on the outside but it could be broken on the inside like a mirror that was dropped with pieces that could not be put back together. I come from a family where we were once a “Family” but we let differences brake us. At this point in my life I was eleven years old learning to be independent,learning how to handle school on my own, not letting others define me as a person or who i was going to become. Again I was only eleven, a lot of eleven year olds i know today didn't do the things I did as a kid. Now there was a time in my life where i played with barbies and had a favorite blanket that i could not let go of. Every family goes through things there is no such thing as perfect.

The sound of cameras shuttering people yelling and heels clanking against the school floor, my principal yelling “No more questions!”  Approached my classroom door. I speculated what could have happened, did someone make a scientific breakthrough, did someone get hurt? I could see similar thoughts rushing through the heads of my peers to. I live in a small town in New York called Arnal, here local news is very popular among the town's residents. Lots of intriguing things take place here, but I have never see the reporters so intrusive, they were eager to get there question answered. The bell rung and snapped me out of my trans, my class always goes to the library to eat lunch, this lunch I had plans of my own. I tiptoed to the spot in which I heard the noises stop, there stood Principal Heid whispering with his lawyer.

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 look into the eyes of my 9 year old cousin, Lee. His left eye twitches every so slightly as he smiles up at me. He holds up a toy set and I can see the glint of pride in his eyes as he excitedly tells me how he built it. “This one was a Christmas present,” he explains.

I apologize in advance for peeking at your computer screen, but I know the cause of Alice’s spontaneous birthday. Your most recent friend was celebrating her birthday today, without you. It looked like fun and I’m sorry you had to see that. You mailed her an exquisite boutique and she didn’t even invite you or reply.

“Hello?, wake up!” I slightly opened my eyes to find a man in my face, I bolted up right “what are you doing!” I questioned. Then I started to remember I had been on a bus to Stanford. He must be the driver. I apologized for my rudeness and got up, and grabbed my bags. After again apologizing, I went off to find my dorm.

One Sunny morning in March 2010 I woke up getting ready for work. I couldn’t find where I put my keys to the apartment, but I found the keys. I arrived at work around 7:45 a.m. thinking and preparing for the school day. I entered the school and returned to my workstation to eat an apple and donut before starting bus duty. I walked up front to receive the students off the bus and carpool. Receiving the students with a warm good morning and a great big smile, ‘wow’ without my teeth showing, funny huh! While waiting for the last carpool, a person said to me, you didn’t have to go down like that. Meaning you did not deserve that. I said to the person, what are you talking about, I became confused. The person said to me you come to work on time,

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.