Personal Narrative: Almost Home

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel

The two boys walked over the weird kids’ table, where the special needs kids sat. The boys made sure that Johnny’s assistant was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, ugly, what’s up? Are you going to eat like a baby?” RePeat cooned. Johnny started to cry, and everyone in the room heard him. At that point, I decided to return to the blue, vanilla crème brulee smelling table.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

When she passed by him minutes later, he stepped out from behind the lockers, his fingers forcefully latching onto her wrists. She yelped as she was pulled into the restroom alongside him, a hand quickly pressed to her lips, muffling her cries.

Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.

“Hmmph! WHERE ARE THE PLUGINS THAT I WANT!?” My manager’s words resonated through my body and my eyes started to flare. My fingers nimbly typed out the words that would lead me to a comforting place. I dove into the world of coding languages where the limit’s the sky and I knew how to fly.

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

Bennett Miller was not calm.  He was, in fact, further from calm than he had been since he grew out of his tantrum-throwing phase as a toddler, and it was the most he could do to stop the sobs from escaping his throat; he could feel the tears silently streaming down his cheeks.  He furiously wiped the tears away and straightened his blue bowtie, but wished he had chosen clothes that were less conspicuous.  He didn’t want to be noticed today.  For the first time in months he regretted coming out of the closet.

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I thought back to two days ago with Matt and how badly I had treated him. I mean you can't blame me right? He totally deserved it because of what he did to me.