Personal Narrative: A Long Way

I started drawing when I was 16. I was cursing 10th grade, or how is called in my country, Dominican Republic “Segundo de Bachillerato”. It was recess. I was alone in my classroom that day, besides two or three people who were just killing time there, and I didn’t had much to do with my time. I was at the last book of a series of books which names I can’t remember and If I recall correctly the last book was very boring for some reason so I didn’t wanted to read it anymore. So, looking for something to do, I stood from my seat and walked boringly down the aisle of chairs and that was, not my first interaction with art, but the first time I remember i liked art or paid attention to it. Yerkis, a guy of my class: short, chubby and well mannered

It was the day the junior high volleyball girls played Madison Grant! They were the only team that we lose to last year.We were going back and forth and back. It was a really good game. Who won the biggest rivalry in Frankton JH?

“The Best of Both Worlds” was Hannah Montana`s tagline statement, at the end of my high school career I've finally experienced “the best of both worlds”. Although I didn't wear a blonde wig and perform in front of an audience, I've certainly had my experience with leading a double life. During November of 2016, I`ve become more attentive to patterns, everyday Id walk up the bricks engraved with various names leading to my high school, I finally paid attention to their delicate layout after four years of walking on them. Four years felt like nothing, in fact it is an understatement to say they flew by. I was finally experiencing my last football games and my last (but also first) homecoming dance. During the final act of my high school career,

It almost seems as though it were yesterday when I would shut off the lights, slam the door, ferociously hop on my bed, and read my favorite book until my eyelids simply couldn't handle their own weight. Of course my parents would make a routine check in my room to tell me goodnight so I had to read with great caution, for if my mom were to catch me reading after bedtime, there would certainly be consequences. Though through my little and inexperienced mind, I believed this risk was well worth it, because this turned out to be the first chapter book I had enjoyed from beginning to end: Among the Hidden.

I grab a bottle of water and hand it to him. “Ha. I told you to calm down earlier, except you didn’t listen to me.”

The sounds of sixteen children screaming and laughing. Paper money flying, the teacher making no effort to stop the commotion. Everyone smiling having a great time. Many teachers go by curriculum, but only a few take the curriculum to new places. Although some teachers have strict rules, my third grade teacher, Mrs. Rifenbark, was fun and creative, and she taught be many things that I would use for school years to come.

A Lasting Impact My heart is pounding, Anxiety is taking over. The trauma won’t escape me, Even after a whole year.

The shirt was a bit large for her. Up to her knees large. She nearly fell in amusement when she stared at her reflection. She looked like the size of a grape. Clary sighed. "At least I don't have to bother with pants."

He places the mugs on the table along with a small carton of half and half. I pour the crème into my coffee. He does as well. “I got your text. So you’re all good with

I give him a blank stare instead. “You’re ridiculous. C’mon, give me a beer. You need a friend, not a weird mentor/father figure.” He reaches into the ice cooler between us, and pulls out a perfectly warm beer- the way I like it. “Cheers.” I open the bottle with my fingers, take a swig, and burp. He

"You looked so uncomfortable dressed up like that," Frederica chuckled as she took the album and stepped forward to return it back to its place, "I wanted to make something special just for us. I think it turned out pretty well. Well, Mrs. Cazellnu helped out a bit but-" Two arms surrounding her from behind interrupted her sentence.

"You did everything" screamed Yollie, "You ruined the dress because it was one of your little jokes." "Yollie dear think, why would I want to ruin it for you." Mrs. Moreno bent down and placed both of her hands on Yollie's shoulders. "If I thought of ruining it for you, why would I spend the little money we have for your dye?" Yollie could not answer throat too tight to speak she nodded. Tears were falling down her face, though they were a stream of rain. Mrs. Moreno placed a large fat finger and wiped them, "Go and take a shower dear, I will cook something for you to eat."

He reluctantly takes them, “Don 't lie.” Rafael looks at the swim trunks, “I 'm going to need a shirt with these.”

“Oh? Well, I’m so sorry,” she hummed, walking into my view, dressed in something straight off of a Victoria’s Secret mannequin.

"What do you want?" I clean up the bathroom because of the mess I was making. I wash my hand under warm water and dry it gently.