Personal Narrative-A Humorous Journey

Like almost every other 3rd grader in my elementary school, when the enrichment program came to talk about joining the orchestra and band, I was fascinated. I admired the kids, not much older than me, who could play their instruments flawlessly and effortlessly. Immediately I knew that orchestra was for me, and I rushed home with a paper in hand begging my mom to let me take lessons at my school. Originally, I wanted to play the cello and pleaded with my mom to let me play one; I loved the deep, rich sounds of the strings. Instead, my mom convinced me to play the violin, a less expensive instrument and much easier to carry around than a cello.

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing a woodwind or string instrument. If I played a woodwind instrument I would have to blow in it to make music, but string instruments are played with a bow to make music. After much thought, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it has a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are never-ending. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony.

Guess what my sister did this weekend? Last weekend was her last meet before counties. She did very well. I had so much fun watching her. There were sad moments though when the relay was lost by a split of a second, b. But I still thought it was fun since it was her last meet before winter.

I just want to start this off with saying I'm sorry for arguing and the attitude issues. Lastnight's not how I wanted to spend it. I didn't get a hug or a kiss, all I got was how did you do tonight as if money was the only thing you seemed to care about. Then you tell me to either get out of the car or go home and I said give me a minute because I was on my feet all night at work. And I didn't wanna,stand around the outside of the gas station. People always say never stop fighting for the person you want once you finally get them. And I feel like you don't want to fight for me because you have me now. You know you always tell me that you want the rayann that I was in st. Pete to come back it's hard for her to come back when the last couple of days/week we've done nothing but argue.

As I walked into Hall D of the Kentucky International Convention Center, I noticed half of my team sitting on the green and blue carpet with yellow streaks. I joyfully skipped over to Lexi, my strong back spot, sat down, and started to tie the long, rough-looking white laces of my off-white Tumblina cheer shoes. All around me, I heard murmurs; cheer counts from one to eight, laughing moms and daughters, gossip behind me, and coaches trying to perfect their teams routine before hitting the big mat. I could smell the strong scent of hairspray, hot food right from the restaurant nearby, and the disgusting smell of spray glitter all around me.

Malia gasped for breath as Dominic wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her hands coming up to grip hold of his hands as if afraid they would leave her at any moment. And loosing him now meant loosing her ability to breath. He was like air, forcablly filling her lungs and pushing life back into her shaking body. It was his fault she was feeling this, but he was the reason she felt strong enough to face it all.

The night of the concert I sat first chair in the cello section, the entire audience could see me. I was so anxious I wanted to run off the stage and disappear. “ I believe in you; you worked hard this year and I know you can do it.” Mrs. Petrucelli reassured me as she sensed my nerves taking over. Those words of encouragement made me as calm as the eye of a hurricane. I performed with the rest of the orchestra, played all the notes on the page and followed the conductor. Through the cello, Mrs. Petrucelli taught me a valuable lesson of perseverance and devotion. I learned from her that when things get rough you have to work even

The officer had me answer way too many questions making that day far worse than it needed to be he made me give a description of the killer and an overall summary of what had happened.

Hello. I am very excited for English this year. I love reading because it is an interesting way to see how other people deal with situations and I love entering the character's world and seeing how others live. I also like speaking in front of audiences and creating some kind of project after a unit. In my free time, I enjoy hiking with my friends, camping with my family, and I love swimming. I didn’t have a very interesting summer. For the first half of the summer I had a broken fibula and for the second half of the summer, I had a shattered heel. In my free time I read lots of books; Firefly Lane, The Forgotten Garden, The Selection series, It’s Kind of a Funny Story, Etc. I also went to all of my teammates swim competitions to cheer them

I was on the verge of death, but death couldn’t catch me. It wasn’t a typical Friday. It was finals week, and that meant as soon as I got out of that last exam of my sophomore year I was off to meet my friends for lunch, followed by a party to celebrate completing another year and officially becoming junior. My friend, Michelle, along with her friend Josie, my sister, Armina and I were in my sisters car with the music all the way up and completely pumped to start our summer. We had just returned from Panera Bread and were on our way to the party. Thanks to having a senior sister, we went to a party where we ended up hanging out with an older crowd. As we drove up you could tell it was going to be wild. Cars and cars packed next to each other, there had to have been over 100 people there. I was

I wasn’t but 6 years old when i found out that life wasn’t all that it cut out to be. Yeah I had always known that nobody was perfect but never that I would feel so empty. When I was 6 years old my mother and her girlfriend filed for custody for me so they could take me away from my home. They wanted to move to Connecticut that was 6 states away from Virginia, my home, my family,my friends, and all I have known. My father put up a fight and wouldn’t let me go he didn’t want me to go and I could never thank him enough for it. When the court date was set everybody was all stressed out and I had a lawyer that came and talked to me about once every two weeks about what I wanted and how the court would work. We saw each other for about two months right up till the court date came around then my mother wouldn’t let me see her anymore because she could tell I was getting upset.

I woke up this morning like any other morning, difficulty. My mother had to rip the blankets off my body which felt like Ice on my skin when the cold air hit me. I got up out of bed and started to get ready for school. When I reached down stairs, I got an immediate bad feeling something about today didn’t feel right. I started to eat my cereal as I heard my brothers cartoons in the background. I finished my cereal and started my mile walk to my school. About Half way on my walk to school, I heard this loud noise as I looked up I saw dozens of planes above my head dropping hundreds of men with parachutes and guns. I ran into the first house I saw it was a vacant beaten down old house that was missing all it’s windows and most of it’s

“I met your mother on a muggy February afternoon on a short trip to the grocery store”. Sam said to his daughter, who was sitting across from him, sipping on a warm coffee.

“Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet,” I rambled. It had been hours of me trying to fall asleep and trying to draw on the bumpy roads. “ Shut up,” yelled my sister. “UGHHH,” I replied. I remember to use love road trips but now I hate them, they're so boring. “Joyia, be quiet,” said my grandma. My grandma always seemed to side with my sister no matter what the situation was. I didn't care too much because my grandpa always sided with me. He was my favorite anyway. “Whatever,” I replied. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my social media. It was my therapy, practically my life.

“Sir, why was she standing up in the car with no seat belt on?” the short chubby officer asked in a firm voice.