Personal Narrative

People everywhere go through a lot of different experiences in their lives. These experiences could vary in importance, but all such experiences take a part in shaping a person. In my life I have gone through many experiences which shaped me in certain ways: some good, some bad. The experience I wish to reflect upon is one which taught me a good lesson. This experience which I would like to reflect on, taught me patience and gave me a lesson which I was able to learn from.

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.

I caused Greg to break his hand without any remorse at the time. Greg was a high school acquaintance who tended to bully me. He was significantly taller, stronger and more athletic; therefore physically bullying me wasn’t much effort for him. When I heard he was coming to work at the warehouse, I wasn’t particularly happy about it. The warehouse contained boxes from multiple suppliers. Some were really thick and some were really thin. They all contained books, though some were heavy text books while others were light weight paper backs. All workers with experience knew which boxes were heavy, which had thick soft cardboard as a box, and which were encased in thin cardboard. I waited until Greg stopped by with his working partner for

I woke up. Feeling groggy, I went to take my pills. Being the way my brain was, I needed pills to function. I see things, but others don’t see them. These things, they are right in front of my face, but they are not visible to other people. I could not find my pills, I looked everywhere, even in my drug stash. They were not there. Wait, I sold them to Angelo. Well, remembering this, I need to go to the drug store.

My entire life I have always been the smallest person in the room. In elementary school, I was a four-foot-nothing, fifty-pound, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pretty little wisp of a thing. My best friend, Michelle, was, in contrast, was a year older and nearly two heads taller than me, and outweighed me by at least once my own body weight. She also loved to wrestle and would take any opportunity to smash me in a wrestling match. These matches were friendly (if only in the sense that after they were over we would both stand up and go back to adoring each other) but nonetheless highly competitive. Looking back on it, she probably should have been able to kill me, but, try as she might, she never could - she didn’t even win more than half the time.

It's been months of not hearing word of my boyfriend, I don't know if he's alright or not. Last time I’ve heard about him was when the army mailed us the incident on one of his missions and they can’t find his team. That was four months ago when we heard from his family and the army commander. People started giving up if he’s alive or not…. but I know that he is alive, and he will come home.

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.

Excitement filled my head as I raced to to be first in the cafeteria, everyone, like dogs, ran till they reached the big metal door. The exquisite smell filled my nostrils, making me even more anxious to get to the food from a line that seemed abyssal. Finally, I made it to the front of the line, like a flash, I grabbed the tray and anxiously hurried the lunch lady to put my name in the computer. I hurriedly made my way to the table in which my friends were seated; looking for a chair to grab, I finally find one and sit. Laughing and talking, I knew I would have a good time, just like every day.

It was late at night around 10:00pm, I had just got out of school. It’s dark and windy, and there is no soul in sight. I was scared out of my mind I usually get out of school at 7:00pm but tonight I stayed back for extra credit, and all of a sudden when I looked at my watch I noticed it was 10:00pm. I frantically walked to the bus stop which was a few blocks from my school in hopes that I could catch a bus ride home, but there was no bus. Then I decided I should walk to my boyfriend’s house and see if he could walk me to my house witch was a scarier neighborhood then his. But when I got there he wasn’t at home he was still downtown at his dad’s store. Now I’m all alone, and something in my gut told me that tonight wasn’t going to end well for me.

I hailed a cab around 10:30pm in the Murray Hill area. I was headed towards times square for a drink and maybe some trade if I was in the mood. Traffic getting over there was dreadful, even for New York. I finally got to the front of the Tonic Bar & Restaurant and walked inside. It was a familiar scene, the new faces of tourists all around, perfect for me to make some quick and easy cash. A guy approached me. He’s maybe 6’1”, dark hair, brown eyes, nice body, didn’t smile much but I’m used to that. He offered to buy me a drink so I ordered a martini. Dry. We got to talking and he seemed alright. I’ve seen his type before. Business man, divorced, no children. It got later as we talked some more and one martini turned into 5 or 6, I don’t remember

I was running, far too scared to turn around and see who was chasing me, though I already knew. They are the ones that killed my parents. At the age of six, two days before my birthday and the Induction Ceremony, they burnt down my house, with my mother and father in it. “Why me? Who did this? What do I do now? I’m so scared.” Those were the only things running through my mind when I heard what had happened. I was at school that day, it was a Friday and we were celebrating my birthday in school, as it would fall on an off day, and I remember seeing Headmaster Greene walk in, his face was more emotionless than usual as he spoke with my teacher at the time. Professor Reynolds walked over to me, while we were painting, I could tell she was upset,

A couple of summers ago, I went to adventureland with my friend kaiti. She was my best friend at the time. Her family invited me to come along free. We had an awesome day!

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.

Growing up, regularity was my best friend. I was perfectly happy to live each day as I did the last one, knowing exactly what to expect, always prepared for everything. Experiencing new things was far out of my extremely small comfort zone, which is why I was so thankful that my family’s summer vacation was the exact same each year.

I scrambled across the floor, my knees grazed and bruised purple. Catching my breath, my head spun and I quietly reminded myself that I must keep breathing. In and out. Steady. I silently recalled all the places I've hidden, crossing them off the list. He'll look at those places first and I couldn’t afford to be caught this time. I told myself that everything was on the line, I had to flee - hide.