Personal Narrative: Aileana

In the consuming darkness her body began to float upwards. Her mouth was open, letting in small discreet amounts of air, trying to buy as much time as she could before she ran out. Her fragile body was suspended in an awkward posture with her torso jutted forward and her limbs moving like a clockwork doll. Amongst the relentless whipping of the undulating waves she could hear her sister’s scream. She felt herself rise upwards as she continued to flail. She had to survive. She had to somehow reach the surface of the water and survive. She didn’t want to die. Not now. She was running out of air, no longer able to fight the urge to breathe. She looked up to see the sunlight, but she saw none. Then it dawned on her. She wouldn’t make it. She let

I grew up in a Christian home, with both my parents fully devoted to their faith. They would take me to church every Sunday and I would learn so much about this person named God. They also took me to Sparks, Cubbies, Awanas, TNT and eventually youth group. So I grew up knowing so much about God and memorizing scripture through the Awana programs. Also I remember every other morning waking up early in the morning, before my dad had to go to work, to my dad singing out so loud, “Devotions, Devotions!” and we would learn about something new that morning, give or take if I was actually awake to learn. A thing that was cool that I really liked about those devotions was when my dad would tell us verses to remember he would sing them to us so that

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

A young girl shook nervously at the sight of the wide tides of her family's privately owned ocean side. She herself had lived in this familiar place for over eleven years... Why was she so scared to do this? She sighed underneath her shaky breath and made her way towards the waves, dragging her surfboard closely with her. When she reached the area she was greeted by her father, A strong but yet still a goofy professional surfer. When he saw his daughter has finally pushed back her peers, he smiled and walked towards her. "How ya doin' pumpkin?" she stared at him with glassy eyes before replying."I'm fine, I guess." her voice was dry. The man simply shook his head and bent down towards her. "Amber." He said with a serious tone, "I want you to go out and surf like you mean it... Just

to me this describes a young woman, full of energy and foolishness, non conforming to her environment and appearing rebellious at best. Much of this reminds me of my life as a young woman full of dreams and hope, not worried about consequences. And not quite a woman yet.

It all started my senior year of high School, we knew this season would be rough considering we lost eight seniors on the varsity basketball team. Five of which all started every game of the year. We knew we had a tough road ahead of us but looking back we never realized just how tough it was going to be. There were three seniors going into the 2016 girls’ varsity basketball season including me. And only one returning varsity player that wasn’t a senior. We ended up with me as the only starting senior, a junior, two sophomores’, and a freshman. The other teams probably thought our coach was crazy to say the least.

Baby, “ You better work hard or they will leave you any kind of way”

Mirianna was an exchange student from Germany who recently moved to Florida. She was starting her first day of school today. She had learned English in Germany and was very well spoken. The only problem is that when she got to school she stuck out like a sore thumb. She had a deep accent and everyone could clearly tell she was different. She was not used to sticking out this much. She felt uncomfortable throughout the day until a girl named Kayla came up to her at lunch and said "hi I am Kayla can I sit with you". Mirianna looked up and smiled nodding her head at the girl. "I'm Mirianna" she said to Kayla. Kayla began to ask her questions about where she was from and how different it was. Mirianna began to learn many new things from Kayla about

After fifteen minutes of being out on the waves, Leah had caught four. Now she was floating 40 feet out from the shore. Looking to her left, she saw a wave coming for Sadie. She paddled, and paddled, and-

I was a flightless bird trapped in a cage, wings clipped and song subdued. I had no distinct purpose, nor was I understood. Home was a prison, not for the insane, but definitely for the emotionally abused. My voice was constantly being shut out; only the people who wanted to hear my words were listening. Despite the words wishing to come out, I found myself unable to speak them. Regardless, I found myself in a place of understanding, of hope, and of insight. My mother was the light that guided me through the endless darkness. Only when she was gone, did I truly find my voice again.

My head was ringing. This can’t be happening. There’s just no possible way! Blood trickled down my forehead. My heart beat what increasing with every breath. Why did this have to happen? Why?? My head was beginning to pound. I closed my eyes, and began to remember what had happened and what had gone so horribly wrong.

I need to get out of this hospital; I didn’t want to spend a moment of my off time without Aileana. I need to accomplish a lot before Christmas. I had big plans and high hopes for making that stubborn woman, MINE.

I was born in planet Alarasar, to parents I no longer recall. I’d lived a blissful life of nothing but laughter and smiles lingering throughout the night and day, with the sight of my people gathering and chattering away. However, at the tender age of 3, an unknown figure was spotted in the sky. My home, Alarasar, had never witnessed such an ominous figure, let alone any visitors. Due to our planet’s remote location, we’d never been outside of it. My home, although far away and isolated from the rest of the planets, was a close community. We were satisfied with our planet although we’d lost connection with the rest of the galaxy. Numerous stories of the unknown galaxy were whispered from ear to ear.

“Aria wake up! you’re going to be late for sand surfing practice”.”Ok i’m coming stop making such a big fuss Eliss”. Aria, the otran (one fourth human and three fourths otter), sprinted down the old gravel road and scurried upon her sand seal. They got to practice 10 minutes late, and had to stand there while the coach threatened to kick them off the team. Besides the yelling, they both had a nice practice. After practice they walked Aria back to the shop. “Bye, and don’t get yourself killed exploring. Oh and meet me at the secret waterfall” Aria stated. “Don’t poke yourself with a needle Aria”. “I’ll be more careful this time”.