Personal Narrative: A Rose For Emily

It wasn’t like any other swim practice, no, not like any other I’d ever gone to. No one usually moved to Minot, North Dakota that was also in swimming, so when Emily Pitcher and her family moved to town and came to practice, it was quite a shock for everyone on the team. She moved from Colorado and she had 2 younger brothers and a younger sister as well. They seemed nice enough but there was something about Emily, who was my age, which seemed a bit off.

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

On April 26th,1999 I emerged into the world a happy baby given the name Bethany Gavin. I’m now in year 12 and I attend Cooks Hill Campus, Big Picture. My education began here in year 10 after leaving three years of home schooling and have grown as a student as the years have gone on.

In the first three chapters, Rose is almost murdered by her friend, Clarissa’s, boyfriend, Matt, who was trying to steal something from her home. She was in the hospital deciding to leave or not. Rose later went out to find her friend with her(Clarissa’s) boyfriend, she ran out but later went inside to sleep. A couple of hours later, she went to the doctor that was telling Clarissa that her friend may not live.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

I found out through my daughter that David Williams passed yesterday, August 29th from stage four liver cancer. I am sad.

R/s last week, Julia and Garrett (deceased) appeared intoxicated and Julia’s speech was slurred. R/s it was reported that Garrett was in car accident and he was intoxicated. R/s Garrett’s daughter Destiny (3) and another child Johnathan (6) was also in the car. R/s Julia has another daughter Kylee (5) in the home.

So we are not related by DNA but through marriage. Many years ago I was told by my cousins that Carl was abusive and his family took him back to Austria. He never went back to Austria, because he is in fact in NYC, not far from my grandmother and her new partner Joe Michitsch. In 1930 all the younger children were in orphanages, except the older boys. My mother resided with my grandmother and her father Joe Michitsch. On the 1940 census all the older Mantel boys living with their mother, Anna and my mother.. Carl may have gone back to Austria or died. My two aunts, Rose and Ann Mantel were in an orphanage as well. I am not sure if Ann was a Michitsch or a Mantel, but she was originally born with my grandmother’s maiden name. Interestingly,

I have raised my voice for, and will continue to raise my voice for, people less fortunate than myself. More specifically however, I often stand up for and help my autistic older sister, Abby. Ever since I can remember, I have felt obligated to fulfill my duty as a "little-big brother", because she is older than me. Whether it be taking her to school, taking her to baseball games, or playing "Dogoply" with her, I have tried to imprint a positive attitude on her so that she can continue to grow into an even greater person than she already is. One time after a football game junior year, I was hanging out with my classmates when the topic of Abby came up. They all talked about how they were the best of friends with her and how they loved her. Sure, all of

[Chapter ten, page 298. In the original scene Jacob, Emma, Bronwyn, and Enoch have been locked in the ice house with a hollowgast. In the following revision, a character based off myself will appear. Therefore, the scene’s point of view will be my own.]

everyday for years I would grow more grayer and older going to the markey for Emily. Every December Ms. Emilynwould get another notivce for taxes, which she would return back without opening. She had me close up the top floor of the house and she now lived downstairs. And there she passed her ime downstairs from decade to decade.

As a child, I wrote constantly . From pirate ships to my school’s playground, the settings of my pieces varied, but my main character always remained the same. Jenny Rose, my young heroine, was daring and an explorer at heart. I created Jenny when I was in third grade, along with a series that centered around all of her expeditions. When I faced intimidating or troubling situations, I reacted as if I was Jenny. For years I continued to write about Jenny and her exciting encounters. And eventually, I realized that Jenny’s characteristics were quite similar to mine. Jenny was always someone I admired and wanted to be, but I eventually came to the realization that she was a reflection of who I already was. All of Jenny’s discoveries and experiences

Hi, my name is Emily, I am 600,001 years old and a ghost. I am from Enrichment Virginia. One day I was going to take a black belt test, but I ate too many Cheerios before the test! After that I tried again but I had to take the test on my own because my foolish boyfriend dumped me. After I got my black belt I saved the world. Later I regret that I died in a pit of lava.

Click, tap, cling. Those sounds are pretty much my life. When I’m not in the computer lab working on our school’s newspaper, The Bulldog Bulletin, I’m either studying or have my nose in a book. I like to work on the newspaper at home, too - locked in my bedroom. It drowns out the sound of constant fighting between my parents, or the TVs blasting ESPN or The Food Network.

She dipped her toes into the warm water, causing a ripple to spread out across the lake. She slid down into the blue water, up to her chin. Then ducked her head underneath. She didn’t resurface for a couple minutes. I could barely hold my breath for thirty seconds. She must be as swimmer. She lay in the warm spring in a light blue one piece with the back open. She had long, tan, legs, that were toned, and muscular. Her dark brown hair was in a braid the reached to the top of her waist. This blue lagoon seemed to be unknown to anyone but her. It was deep in the forest in the midst of big tall weeping willows. The sun peeked through the tops of the highest trees and little rays shone down on the water. It looked like a place you would see in a fairytale book, and she was a lovely princess.