Personal Narrative: A Can Of Darkness

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

Transcending boundaries takes hard work, perseverance, and courage. In life, we face a plethora of problems on a daily basis. Most are insignificant but every person has come across a problem that has cause distress. I faced many boundaries throughout my life, but the boundaries that have affected my life the most are living in single parent home and facing my mother’s new ailment. These adversities shaped me into the person I am today. With my perspective on life, I believe that not only will I spread my positive influence on others at Wake Forest University, but throughout the whole world.

When you crash into a truck and your car flips over four times, usually you die. In my case I’m just in a coma, lying in a hospital bed. There are two problems with this. For starters, I’ve been in this coma since 2008 and it’s nearly 2016. The doctors say that pretty soon they’ll have to pull the plug on me because I’m not showing any signs of waking up any time soon. Apparently, I’m taking up a bed that could be used for some other sick kid. The second problem is that I’m not just lying half-conscious, but I’m in another world. This may sound crazy, but it’s true. When you become comatose your brain pulls a few strings and sends you to a lovely place called The Inbetween. The Inbetween is filled with people who are in situations similar to mine, but how they ended up like this could be different. The world is peaceful and everything until you realize the downside. When you wake up in the strange world, the first thing you notice is the bright blue tattoo embed onto your forearm. Every person here has a different one, and you can not leave until you find your match. This process could, unfortunately, take days, weeks, or even years. Sadly if your match dies before they can even get here, then you pass away as well. I have been stuck here for almost eight years and I’ve had no luck with finding my match. I wander around all day, greeting new people and asking them to have a peek at their ink and no one has

There is nothing but silence at first. Then the floor starts to crumble beneath your feet. The walls around you begin to fall to pieces. Each crack reveals a blinding white light from behind it. The ground suddenly falls apart, yet you find yourself still standing. The light from below hurts your eyes from its intensity. The walls fall away entirely, and you are no longer able to see save for the light. You shut your eyes from the pain. After a moment, the light seems to fade, and you open your eyes. You and your fellow survivors are standing in nothingness. Your surroundings are pitch black for what seems to be forever, yet each of you is totally visible. The floor suddenly starts to reappear, wooden panels suddenly flying into place under

Light the Way means to lead and help other people by showing he/she how to overcome obstacles about the uncertainty.

After watching endless episodes of “The Middle”, a TV show my brother, mom and I had been watching, I slumped up the stairs feeling tiredness overcome my body and brain as most sleep deprived teenagers do. I stumbled into my room feeling for the light switch in the dark and flipped it. On my almost robotic bedtime routine I slowly and grudgingly brushed my teeth and slipped on my pajamas. I pulled back the sheets and sunk into the soft plush comforter. My cat was sleeping on the end by my feet. “Macky, come here I called”

After I had realized I was a putrid, horrifying monster, I drifted back to the crypt I once existed in. I had realized that I didn’t belong outside of the grave and wanted to return. I attempted to open up the stone slab door to go back in, but it was no use. The stone door was slammed shut. I fell laid back on the hard floor looking at the stars in the sky through a huge crack in the roof of the castle. I gazed, looking up at the sky for hours

April 30,1999 the day I was born, my mom didn’t get a chance to see me until 12 in the afternoon. Hearing this story when I got a little older, I was kind of scared and creeped out at the same time. I was born with something called a veil over my face. A veil is a thin, filmy membrane, it is the remnants of the amniotic sac, that covered my face. When 2001 came my twin siblings were born and I was in the livingroom sitting between them both. When my mother was in the kitchen cooking I started yelling “Leave my babies alone”. My mother rushed in there to see what was going on, but she didn’t see anything. I would go to my grandmother’s house and stay the night or weekends … She claimed to witness me doing the same thing there as I did at home.

Imagine coming back from work, or school, one day, only to find that your home has vanished. There is nothing left for you, but the worries of the uncertain future. You must act like every struggle you had, every smile you wore, and every person you met have never existed. Repress your tears, carry your family above your shoulders, and run. Never, under any circumstances, go back for whatever, or whoever, is left behind. Once you reach the other end of the world, find yourself a shelter, and start your life all over again. Congratulations, you are now a refugee… just like me.

“Have fun!” my mom called out from her car as she dropped me off for the first day of junior high. As I entered the school, I prayed that I wouldn’t get picked on or made fun of by people like I did in elementary. Not only did I get made fun of by the older grades, but also my own friends. I hoped that I could make real friends, friends who actually cared, friends who I can be myself around and not have them judge me. I looked around the school, wide-eyed. Something inside me said that I was safe and maybe, just maybe I would be able to make real friends.

Darkness; that was all I could see. Where I was, or how I got here was beyond my knowledge. All I knew was that something was coming, something I couldn’t even fathom. Sweat rolled down my face, chills down my spine; I was scared of what was yet to come. Then it emerged: a grim reaper. It may seem like something that would only happen in a sci-fi film, but that’s the only description that would fit that thing. Black cloak, death scythe, I couldn't quite see it’s face since it was covered by its hood, but I assume that it was a skull. But the thing that frightened me the most wasn’t the fact that whatever that was, was slowly inching it’s way closer to me; but instead something else about it: it reeked of death. Every muscle, every impulse,

There’s so many life changing books and artwork to choose from, but the one that influenced me the most was The Blind Side. One of my favorite books that is based on a true story, changed my life. I am not your all-star academic student, I am not gifted with powerful knowledge, but I have worked hard to get where I am. The reason behind that is because of this book. One of the things that affected me was how Michael Oher was one out of thirteen kids by his mother who was addicted to crack, nor did Michael Oher knew how to read or write. He then met a white couple that took him in, enrolled him into school and football. With his disability to not knowing how to read or write, he had poor grades, but instead of giving up, he worked harder and

Darkness is all that lies ahead of me. The light is behind me. Which way do I choose to go? Darkness, of course. The gas station looks inviting. The neon signs advertising an all-time low price. Maybe I’ll just stay here for the night. In between the light and the dark. No, I have a job to do tonight, that will lead me into the darkness. I’m so thirsty. Maybe I’ll steal some water from the gas station. Just another bad deed to add to the list tonight. I have to stop procrastinating. Day may be coming any time now. I can’t afford to be caught.

Darkness. Maybe because my eyes were shut. And the faint feeling of needles penetrating my skin. I couldn’t open my eyes and the darkness didn’t seem to go away. The feeling of needles grew stronger and my head started to pound. I tried to open my eyes with force but nothing seemed to work. I couldn’t move my body either. The pounding inside my head grew louder and it felt as if someone banged my head into a cement wall over and over again. The feeling of needles also grew and it felt as if nails were hammered into my flesh. The pounding and the hammering and the pain grew until it felt as if I would detonate. Suddenly I felt like electricity passed through my body and colours started flashing before my inner eye. I heard a shrill sound but