Personal Narrative About The Johnsons

We left and I said why don’t we just bury him in the ground. We did, we were all so glad we got rid of it. We back to my house and slept for a long time. I woke up and saw the mummy, I said Lukas, we have to go get that mummy. Me and Lukas went grabbed the mummy and snuck in the incinerate place and burned the mummy. We went back, and went to bed. We woke up and never told anyone what happen. A YEAR GOES BY, at the dance on friday the thirteenth there are rumors that the first 5 people to leave the dance would be haunted or followed by a mummy. But after a while we weren 't having fun so we planned on leaving. Were walked in the hallway’s to leave the dance. that if you leave the first 5

I went through the cemetery because it is said the demons who burned the church down found home in the dead bodies that are six feet under. I went with my 16 year old sister which was a mistake. I started walking we heard noise in the trees, I just assumed it was a fox or raccoon or something, it scared the hell out of my sister and she latched to my arm and was so close I

I am immensely grateful to have the opportunity to share my knowledge of someone who has inspired and motivated me throughout my lifetime and deserves recognition. John Harold Johnson was born in January 1918 in Arkansas City, Arkansas. Sadly, African Americans had no chance for an education beyond eighth grade in Arkansas City, Arkansas, so, Johnson and his family moved to Chicago where he attended DuSable High School.

Charlie,Lawson,Ron,and I are walking down the street the sun is starting to fade away.We walk up on this creepy house. We try to look in the windows but, there are vines and cobwebs every where there are even vines going up the house.Charley and Lawson are arguing about whether we should go inside or not,so we take a vote on it Ron,Lawson and I want to go in but, Charlie doesn't so we tell her to stay outside with the bats she runs up behind me and tells me to protect her. We open the door it creaks loudly.We walk in and the door slams with a loud “THUD”.There is so much dust Charlie and I start to sneezing.Everything was covered with white sheets.We start to walk forward every step we take is followed by a loud creaking noise.

Jeremy Johnson had always knew he didn’t belong in unkempt Agrestic with its uneducated residents and a high murder rate. Although he had to live in such awful conditions he defied the typical poor black high school stereotype and excelled in school, was caption of his school’s basketball team, and volunteered at his local youth group. All he wanted was to complete his senior year and get out of the town with his scholarship to Howard University, but he couldn’t graduate without doing one thing first. Helping Lydia. He knew his sister was heading down a life-threatening path and he’d do anything to help her.

John pulled up to the rocky crooked edged driveway, he left his family in the car to check the house out. He came to an old brick mansion with green dull vines like sinister snakes along the sides of the outside wall. John saw the door open automatically, his bones were rattling in his body as if they were shouting to each other. He walked up the stairs that lead in the house as they screamed to him, it was like a girl dyeing painfully. He stepped in the house cautiously. A laugh appeared in the hallway. It was a deep laugh as if it was echoing throughout your ears. Footsteps came towards him slowly. They were moving so quickly you could barely here the floorboards creaking. The sound of the footsteps hauling though the house made john scared.

I start off with analyzing Alex and Marty household’s current insurance and retirement program with the information that Alex gives me, using the needs approach. Alex and Marty Smith are married and file a joint tax return. Alex was 35 years old in September and works as a coach and high school teacher at a local school. Alex’s salary was $49,000 before taxes in 2014. Marty will be 34 years old in April and is a self-employed web designer and marketing consultant who works at home. Marty’s income fluctuated each year but in 2014, his earnings before taxes were $68,000 which was an average year. Their children are Olivia, who is 9, and Michael, who is 7. The Smith family is a two-income-earner with children family, which is a family with both

Suddenly, the cat with three legs crossed the street, and the truck crushed the cat into pieces. Blood was everywhere and one his leg was never found. After we glanced at the cat for a while, we continued the trip. When we turned the bike into cemetery, there was very noisy voice from the cottage house next to the cemetery. It was like someone scream for help. The noise became louder and louder as we went forward. Then, we heard another screaming voice come from the house. We looked over the house and saw the mockingbird locked in the cage. The bird was screaming "help" very loud when we looked at his eyes.

The stars were gleaming in the night sky. Emily, Luke and Tim were eating cold tomato soup in the living area. It was horrid. The groundskeeper began to speak abruptly. “Now, I’m gonna tell you about an incident that happened right here in this building about 8 years ago. Kids just like you were sent here. It was night fall, and the atmosphere was eerie and uncalm. Something was about to go down. Something big! So, as I was saying, every child was heading off to bed when there was harsh sounding scream that came from upstairs. And then there was another after that. A girl and boy had been slaughtered. I looked up towards the staircase and saw a dark black figure with fiery red eyes. For one moment, the hideous looking creature was there, staring at me. The next, vanished!”

Seven years ago on a warm summer day I was nine years old and ready to play my first little league baseball game. As I walk up to the batters box with my grey pants and red shirt I stared down the pitcher with a death stare. The first pitch came in and was a ball high, the next few pitches thrown lead to a 2-2 count. In my mind, I was sacred, but physically I wasn’t. When the fifth pitch came in I made contact. I had no clue I hit it until the third base coach was screaming at me to run. It was a good solid hit that got me to first. As I was running to first I had an amazed look on my face. Three outs later we were playing defense and I got to play right field. It was kind of boring until in the last inning of the game a fly ball was hit my

The Johnson family lacks positive, clear and emotional support or expression. Vanessa has expressed that she truly cares about Tanisha and Jermaine, but finds it difficult expressing it to them. She further explains that during the time that she was growing up there was a lack of emotional bonding with her own parents. She states, “I never felt I was good enough”. “I never felt like I was loved as a child”. She has also stated that she is trying her best to raise Tanisha and Jermaine as she has her own child, but finds it difficult because they've both become so disrespectful. She is afraid if she doesn't seek help for herself and the children. Tanisha will follow in her mother's footsteps and start “running the streets”. Tanisha and Jermaine

The Russell family has been in the military a lot to say the least. My father also named Jerry was in the Air

After her groundbreaking cover, Johnson used her celebrity to champion civil rights causes and open doors for other black models. In the years since, she’s become an actress, entrepreneur, and author, but Johnson can still pose with the best of them. Though she would later go on to grace Vogue’s cover three more times, Johnson’s historic first earned her a place in history and gave modeling one of its biggest stars. Take a look back at the many times Johnson appeared in Vogue’s pages and how her iconic images have stood the test of

One day i was watching my neighbor run with his dog, on a cold stormy windy december morning, when all of a

Let me catch you up. You see what happened was that I was going trick or treating with my younger brother and dressed up to trick or treat, we stepped out of the house. The air had smelled of delicious candy. It was cold, even for the end of October, it felt as if all the heat had been drained away into the earth. Thinking nothing about it and chattering excitably, we made our way down the sidewalk, when one lamppost went out. Then two blinked out, then three, until the only light in the entire street was the gentle yellow flicker from within the garish jack-o-lanterns and the one at the Emerald Forest Cemetery. We looked at the jack-o-lantern next to us. There was a black cat on it. The black cat had glowing eyes and was sitting on the large orange pumpkin which was surrounded by dead yellow sunflowers. It smelled of foul odors and fish. The cat had made a horrible noise, but I payed no attention to it. Then we looked over at the Emerald Forest Cemetery. There were a lot of rumors about that cemetery, the most famous of them about a boy that went in there and never came back. No kid ever went into Emerald Forest Cemetery.