Personal Narrative: Adrian's Growing Up

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

One day I was in class and a tornado erupted 17 miles away. Alex Ogle and William Burnett went outside with me and somebody came by and picked us up and dropped us off on an island. We were stranded on an island. We were safe until the tornado was over.

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

It’s 5 months after I started school and Julian the jerk kid is still a jerk. I guess things never change,but I want to punch him in the face I will one day. It’s on a Sunday morning and I’m walking in our park and I’m thinking about Julian and how stupid he is and I just get so mad at him. But suddenly I hear something or someone yelling “HELP!” I’m not sure who it is but I decided to check it out and it was August he was getting beat up by Julian that’s it I thought. So here's what I did I ran up to Julian and picked him up,slammed him on the ground and punched him. He looked so scared and he just got up and ran away. “Thanks,” August said. I said

It was pretty odd suddenly coming in during the middle of the school year like this but at least another boy also started today - his name is Arnold but he told me that his reservation calls him Junior. Arnold seemed like he was trying to be nice but his actions came across more as being peculiar and basic signs of someone that I would not usually associate myself with. Reardan is much smaller than my old school but I guess that I should have expected that moving from the city to this exhaustingly infinitesimal farm town. I could tell that it was going to be quite different from the moment that I stepped into my first hour class and there were only nineteen students at the most sitting in the small room. The group of students all seemed pretty close to each other, like they had all gone to elementary school together and their families had cookouts on the weekends. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I skyped my (old?) cheer squad during lunch period - the girls all wanted to make sure that I was doing all right. My immediate answer was a pretty unenthusiastic, “No,” I missed my friends. With a frown I explained that the entire school was one short hallway in length and that no one here knew the good music, we then commenced in a few minutes of light conversation before I had to return to class. I have to get out of this town sooner rather than later, before my mental health takes any more

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

The morning wind is as cold as ice, slicing passed my skin while I’m standing against it. It always like today of every year: cloudy, cold and sad. Like the sky is crying with me. I blend down to a tall, sleek, marble stone with the name “Amelia Bennett” written on it. That’s my mother’s name. She died when I was 7 year-old, it’s odd that I have the memories of her very clearly in my brain. Most children probably won’t. But I do, and I when I do, I missed her. I don’t even know what happened on that tragic day. I was blacked out and the next thing I remember is that she’s now laying deep underneath my feet. No one knows what happen, or no one wants to talk about it, not even my aunt. She’s the one that take me in after the accident. Why? Because

I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

My name’s Ray. Before Robbie moved into the neighbourhood, I didn’t have any friends at school. I was one of those kids who got bullied all the time, but not because we were nerds or anything. Every day, I would go to school, get to my locker, and put my stuff in. Mark’s locker was right next to mine. Mark was the bully who always kicked me around like a soccer ball. It was very convenient for him. He would get to his locker every morning a little after I would. Then, he would pound me. After school, he would do something else, like stuff me in a garbage can or something.

I experienced a devastating moment on December 21, 2013. Alex and I were childhood friends who grew up playing basketball and we were always writing poetry down. But it was a difficult environment where we lived because there always a fight going down, illegal substances, and even worse someone dying. Alex died from severe gunshot wounds. After I heard the news about him, I cried like a pouring waterfall. My tears dropped down to the ground and then the dirt turned soggy. Alex’s death was one of the most devastating times in my entire life.

He walked sluggish up the stairs to go to bed, I ran towards mom to see if she was okay, I saw her face filled with fear and it looks like she wasn’t in this world anymore, like she was off, lost in her conscience. I felt suddenly like I wasn’t home, like I just walked into a different world with parents I didn’t even recognize. I left my mom in her mess of thoughts and ran upstairs a little wary that my dad would pop out. I shut my door silently and just sat on my bed, wondering what happened to Clover and hoping she’ll come back home soon, no wait this is not my home anymore.

On 1-3-18, Adrian's eleven-years-old cousin (unknown) hides his cell phone in the bathroom video her while she was taking a shower. Adrian discovered the cell phone and was trying to retrieve the video from the phone. Adrian did not give the phone back to the cousin. The other family members (unknown) got upset with her and jumped on her. Adrian's lip was busted and had scratches on her. It is unknown if Adrian's foster parents (Cicily and Samuel) are aware of this. Adrian called her boyfriend (unknown) to pick her up from home because Cicily had taken her car keys. It is unknown when this occurred. The boyfriend took her over to a friend's home. Adrian stayed the night and went to school that morning from her friend's home.

Outside as I lean onto the rugged, worn down wall I can see her scarlet dripping face clouded with never-ending tears. My hands are frosted from the trembling weather, and my tears have blocked the sound of cars and smell of firewood. It’s only been three days, yet the feeling of being alone in such a big world has filled us with angst. My mom is right in front of me, through the fogged over window I’m gazing in. She has somehow found a way to fill an empty house with dread, which overbears the silence and covers up the scent of vanilla from the bile filling her mouth. Her pain fills me with dread as I taste the freezing sap from the window seal and catch a slight smell of the pine trees that surround us.

A boy who is in most of my classes, who I had never shared a conversation, let alone a glance with. He demanded the bullies to stop viciously ripping up my homework like a hungry pack of wolves. Every word was a blur, just a moving picture. However, one sentence stuck with me. I remember how my spine twitched, the feeling you would have while being chocked, no words. They told the boy, Pablo, that they would finish him on Monday after school. My body slumped over in the corner of the bus, still on the dreadful bus floor. What am I going to do on Monday? Pablo was the one who got himself involved, so why should I do anything to help him. Yet again, he did stick up for me and it would be rude of me to just let him get beaten. I am afraid if I tell anyone, they will take it to the school and it will be a massive problem. I don't need to draw any more attention to myself at school. I did tell Mr. Pinksky at lunch today. As per usual, he helped my decision.

When mom told me we were moving, she actually meant it! I just thought it was another one of Alex’s schemes to help her with her psychology class. I personally think that class is a complete waste of time and energy. All you do is sit and watch people walk around. Isn’t that what TV is for? Well anyway, now here we are trotting along to our new life in New York City. I am VERY angry with my parents because they never asked me if I was okay with any of this. When I was in LA, I had so much fun with my friends. I had the life a sixth grader had always wanted: Chess Club - Tuesdays and Thursdays, Running Club - Friday, Sports Club - Saturday and Sunday, Duke TIP - Everyday and my other classes. I was always the top student and athlete. I was shocked and thrilled when she told us we were