Personal Narrative : An Introduction To The Way Of City Life?

I sat there with Darry and Two-Bit and most of the rest of the guys. We all watched TV. We didn’t say anything for the most part, but we all knew what we were all thinking about: Johnny and Dally. There was a loud smashing sound from Soda and mine’s room. I was the only one to get up. The others were too zoned out on the TV and inside of their thoughts. I slowly walked over to the room with the door closed. “Soda?” I called. The others only turned after they heard me. This couldn’t happen to me again. Not again.

During halftime of his next basketball game with his team the Foaming Forties, he announces he is striving to be a better man and quit drinking. This results in a sarcastic joke from his teammate Hoss, "And I've quit breathing," The second half of the game against the Yo 420 Blazers, instead of Cole involving himself in a fight that had broken out mid-game, something he generally enjoys to include himself in, he attempts to terminate it by pulling his team off of the other. This is when he realizes he’s already starting to change. The next morning Cole begins his day by cleaning his apartment, something he hadn’t done in quite some time. He arrives to Andrea’s house right at 6 with his daughters’ favorite salad. Quickly, Cole notices how much of Rita and Alexandra’s lives he’s missed out on. Over dinner Andrea conversates with Cole over his recent ex-girlfriend, Claire, a relationship that ended due to his disrespect towards Claire’s father. As soon as Cole left the dinner, tears fall from his eyes, and he immediately calls Claire to invite her and her father over to

a slight smirk on my lips. The boys didn't seem to like that very much. Their faces seemed to scrunch up in

I have written many essays since I was in middle school yet most of my writing was not that important besides for a grade. Yet there is one piece of writing I wrote that change my life and felt that it had an important impact to The City of Chicago. My teacher during that time wanted the class to enter in a citywide competition, which is called “Do The Write Thing”. It is a way for students to voice their opinions on how to stop the violence in Chicago. I wanted to help reduce the violence in Chicago since many youths are being killed in the streets every single day. In my paper, I mainly focused on three body paragraphs. The first one was why the violence in the city was increasing. The second one was some type of violence that I have witness in my own personal life. The final paragraph

Joe: Yeah well, I need a little investment capital to swing the deal. Now, if you'll just lend me a little cash, I…

10. "I'd put in the seventy-five dollars I had managed to save while working at Becker's Jewel Box. It would be the beginning of my escape fund.”

“Ooh! Um, can you do a white chocolate mocha, but with raspberry? Yeah, that. And uh… Fuck...” I look back to the menu, trying to remember what Eddie had requested a moment ago. “The thing! Java… blended thing. Java chip frappuccino. That’s it. One of those.” We lock eyes for a moment and I beam up at him. “Uh, that’s it. I think. Yes, definitely. Thank you!” I handed him a wad of cash and turned around, cursing myself for being so painstakingly awkward. It was as if I hadn’t had human interaction for months rather than just a few

The city of Chicago has been displayed as a dangerous city in which all residents are affiliated with drugs, gangs, and misconduct of firearms. Whether someone fits into this stereotype or not, is normally based on their surroundings and their interactions with others. Growing up in Gage Park, named one of the worst neighborhoods, falling into this stereotype and becoming affiliated with drugs, guns, and gangs, would not be too hard for someone to do. However, I have lived in Gage Park my whole life and have not fallen into the status quo. I have had family members and friends fall into this realm of unpleasantness and watching them become another wrong kind of statistic is upsetting. I have been faced with the decision of continuing to have

He told me “ Pony now don’t tell Soda this but , I knew.” I looked at him and yelled “ How and why didn’t you tell him!!!” “ He replied and said because she asked me too and I didn’t want to see him hurt again.” Darry can be a very stubborn sometimes but, he always wants us to have chances he didn’t get to have. Just by the way Darry was talking I knew he agreed with Sandy. I always thought Soda would be a great dad.Later that evening Soda came back in with a pencil, paper, and an envelop. That night Soda was up all night. He fell asleep at the table and in the morning he sent the letter to Sandy. I don’t know exactly what he wrote but, he probably wants to see his child. After he sent the letter for the few days he seemed very

“Alright get in.” Blaise told us. He drove Camie back to her car so she could drive there with us. We made our way out of the parking lot and close to where Josie was parked, by the soccer field. Josie was making her way out of that parking lot by the time we got there, so we followed her. Blaise kept honking at her and speeding towards her as a joke. There was music blaring throughout the whole car ride until we reached Taco Bell. When we got there, we all got out and went

We had been so bored finished half the baloney, and nearly finished our whole pack of weeds, Johnny had promised to pick up more supplies in a couple of days, I had felt sick, when a toe nudged me in the ribs,” Glory,” a familiar voice had said,” He looks different with his hair like that.” It was Dally, I rolled over, rubbed my eyes real sleepy like yawning, finally I blinked, I nearly blew Dally’s eardrums out when I yelled,” Hey, Dally!”He yelled back,” Hey Ponyboy,” he looked down at me,” or should I say sleeping beauty?” Ponyboy had thought he would never see or imagine the day when he would be so happy to see Dallas Winston, but that day had come. As excited as I was to see Dally I knew it only meant one thing, contact with the outside world everything had become real and very vital. I immediately abused what I just had recieved and asked,” How’s Sodapop? Are the fuzz after us?

“You feelin’ better now Ponyboy,” he asked. “Yeah I’m better.” “What was wrong in the first place,” Darry asked worried. “He had another nightmare.” “It’s been eleven months since mom and dad died and you're still having nightmares about them,” He sounded more worried. “Actually…” I started to say. “Actually what,” he started to sound angry. “It wasn’t about mom and dad.” Soda and Darry both looked at me like I was crazy. “It was about Johnny and Dally.” “Are you serious? You're fourteen Ponyboy stop being a baby and get over those dreams. I thought those other nightmares were finally over and now you have some new ones. We already have you and you're brother sleeping together, what are we supposed to do now?” Darry rubbed his forehead. “I’m going to be late for work,” he said, “and you’re gonna be late for school.” He doesn’t even eat and he just walks through the door for work.

But listen to me lip flappin’! I know, I know, “meanwhile back at the ranch….” “One, two, three”— just a few sugar cubes to sweeten up this coffee. Now, you may not be as cherry as the others, but you’re a lot more reconciled—Robbie Nelson was like that. He wasn’t really much of a hunk, and, although I wasn’t no paper shaker myself, I had cats drawin’ designs on me whenever we went to the soda shop—you know, the one on the corner by the theater?

I’m grading papers right now and then at about 9 I’m heading to Palmer for a beer and to watch the Eternal Cowboys with a guy from work. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Eternal Cowboys, I don’t know that everyone would like their Punk/ Folk /Country, but I do. Obviously, I would have blown my friend off (and he would have understood) had I been able to see you, but please don’t feel guilty I appreciate the effort. As for tomorrow night, I’m not sure if you and Caitlin have plans, but please feel free to use the Rustic Goat reservation at 7. I don’t

Just another weekend, out to make some dirty money, everything goes in a flash, shit I’m going to be late! phew made it. Not late! What, I got sat! Got it, get your game face on. Be cool and pretend to care. Welcome to Max, how are you folks doing today? I’m CJ. Can I start you of with some water? Or just ignore me. Bottled or Tap? TAP? Fantastic! Can I start you of with any other beverages, A Coke, Our draft? It’s right here in this black book. First page to the left. Stone IPA. Certainly. I’ll be right back with your beverages. Ah just got double sat! I got this. Be cool… Be cool. Grab this glass. She wanted a coke. yes. I think. This glass is kind of hot. I wonder if it will crack because of the ice. Ha, that would be great. I’ve been great. I