Personal Narrative: A Short Story

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.

Tyler rose from the wooden pew he’d been sitting on. He could still feel a few tears pricking at his eyes, and he wiped them as he exited the church.

He bought a home security system and finally a gun. It was a silver .357 with a black grip.

Healthy food had always been a part of my life that I was interested in but it was not until I walked into Happy and Hale that I realized the impact it would make. It was a normal weekend getting food on Ninth Street with my friends when I was standing on the sidewalk and looked across the street. I saw something I had never seen before which sparked my interest since I thought I knew Ninth Street like the back of my own hand. Looking up at a substantial sign that read “Happy + Hale” I felt the need to know more. My friends and I started walking towards the building which had wide open accordion doors that welcomed us in. We were welcomed by many friendly faces, one of them being the co-owner, Matt. “Hey, y’all! How are

Cesare Pavase once said "We dont remember days, we remember moments." How the day started out Im not sure. How it ended was the main idea. It was an almost summer day, and school was coming to an end. The night before I got grounded for a week so anything that was a planned, fun activity, i couldnt go to. Now this day was special because that specific day was the one day of the year where all the cast and crew of the Spring Musical came together and celebrated theyre reunion as one. Not being able to go was such a disappointment.

BEEP BEEP BEEP screamed the alarm set on my phone. I rolled over and silenced it as swiftly as I could. I sat up and looked around the humid garage and sighed, and scrunched up my nose in distaste at the odor of vomit and day old pizza filled my nose. I sighed again and got up off of the thin mattress, walking to the door and picking my bag up as I left the garage, and headed to the bathroom. I sighed and looked in the mirror, pulled my hair back, brushed my teeth, and left, thinking the words over in my head on how to tell Hailey that this friendship needed to end because I did not like how it was starting to wear at me. We fought almost constantly and lately she kept trying to pressure me into doing things I really did not care to do and had told her from the start that I was okay with her doing them, but I just did not want to get involved in.

I remember that day, crystal clear. My sister and I were getting ready for our first day of high school. It was raining and the sun was nowhere to be found except in our hearts, we were ready. We had just moved from the suburbs to the city, and what a city it was. No matter what lights were shining bright and the streets were busier than ever, but my sister and I were invincible. We made it onto the subway to our new school ready for us to take the world together. “Lets meet at lunch to discuss the day.” I whispered in her ear. “I don’t know maybe we could meet at our lockers at the end of fist period.” She responded. I assured her that lunch would be best and we went our

I can remember it like yesterday. I was driving home from school in the foggy weather in my truck. I got home and then I got this sudden feeling that something was different. I was nervous to walk in, and see what has happened. I had no choice. So I hesitantly took my key out, and opened the door and I veer toward the house.

“A society that gets rid of all its trouble makers goes downhill.” Robert A Heinlein, Time Enough For Love

I never knew that my fixed straight path of life will take a huge turn that day. The feelings that overwhelmed my body engraved itself in the inner depths of my mind as days walked pass by. And how much remorse and shame that continues to pile up within my soul; how painful it was to keep it hidden from the world was the past that can never be erased. If I had the power to turn back time and rewrite that whole day, will my life be the same as now? But as I continue to search for my lost one, the feeling of true love can never be conveyed within me ever again.

Lub-dub, lub-dub. My heart raced, I stood on the edge of the stairs. I waited, listened, and then stepped down slowly. My grip tenacious on the basket, my eyes flickering, I searched for movements. Now, I had to run into the room, put my five quarters in, put our clothes in, shut the cover, and race back up to our apartment. I had to be careful. I didn’t want to interrupt a gang meeting in the dark and cold basement of our apartment’s laundry room. This was Saturday morning.

Wow that is really high, I thought to myself. My stomach was queasy from watching her. Maybe It wouldn’t be as bad as it seems. I’m just getting myself worked up, I thought trying to convince myself.

It was a rainy summer night, my family and i we’re driving on I-40 to go back home from the beach. My mother was holding a rosary and praying, my siblings were completely knocked out in the backseat, and i was in the middle seat dozing off with my earbuds on. My father was driving, and next to him was empty Coca Cola can that he drank to stay awake. As soon as i closed my eyes i heard a scream - i don’t recall what was said, all i remember was the tone: of desperation. I immediately woke up, and became fully alert of my surroundings, since it was nighttime and it was pouring outside i couldn’t really see what was happening, as soon as i saw the look on my mother’s face i knew something was wrong, then i heard my sister say “we crashed” and even though we were all safe, and no one was hurt, i started to tremble with anxiety, with nervousness, thinking of what could’ve been, what could’ve happened. Turns out a car next to us hydroplaned, his car made a complete u-turn around ours, and my father managed to decelerate and break just in time that the sliding car barely scraped us. The police came, he said that it was a miracle that we were still alive. Driving in El Salvador is dangerous, not just the traffic, but the crime. My father previously had many incidents where he almost crashed due to being distracted and he got assaulted at a stoplight by a thief, the truth is if those horrible events hadn’t occurred, my father wouldn’t have been attentive that night, he wouldn’t have

“I’m so excited!” I said, as we were loading the supplies into the car. I picked up the cooler and loaded it into the back of the truck. My long brown hair brushed my face while the bright warm sun of the afternoon warmed me. Then, I started loading other things into the car, not exactly knowing where they were supposed to go.

I can’t recall the exact day, all I can remember is the pain from embarrassment. I was the first guy to ever be beaten by a girl. In my defense, her brothers held me down but that made the story less “Breaking News”.