Personal Narrative-Ava's Drones

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

“What are you talking about?” She yelled into nothingness as her eyes frantically searched around for any sign of her family.

“Hmm, sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you,” he replied rather vaguely.

He scratched at the tattoos And thought of how Pleoh had stopped talking. Ones of how Phrixos would look all too lost. Ones of how Aeron never smiled.

The brunette gave a muffled sigh as she stood in the rain, the droplets trickled down her leather jacket, taunting its warmth. Her fingers curled around the hood of the old beaten fiesta and lifted it, taking a quick check. Nothing stood out. Then again, Amelia had never been good with vehicles. She knew she should have sold this car by now but it had so many memories, that old tainted blue paint job, it was just another good memory. Raising her right arm, she brushed away the leather sleeve to notice the time, she cursed audibly. Her first job with a new partner and she was already running late let alone getting to the scene. Not willing to waste any more time Amelia stepped out into the road, hailing a passing cab. There was nothing more embarrassing than turning up at a crime scene in a cab but what else could she do?

Her pale green-brown eyes scanned the shops and mall corridor around her. After finding nothing suspicious, she concluded she was just being paranoid.

Throughout the game, Ava kept yelling “LUCA, STOP!” and would become very frustrated when Luca would try to hide with her or cheat. She was very annoyed by everything he did, and thought he was very immature. At 9 years old, she didn’t quite understand that 6 year olds aren’t always willfully disobedient, just not necessarily as cognitively advanced or as capable of communicating all of their emotions. She judged Luca according to her standards of behavior for her peers, rather than as a rising first grader. Later, she asks me if she was ever that annoying, and when I tell her that yes, she was, she seems shocked.

“You’re a monster!” She screamed at him.’’You’re a monster!” She repeated as she was backing away from him.

“Be quiet, or he’ll hear you.” She crawed out into the darkness again. Julius, who was now frozen with fear, asked with a high pitched voice,

I still remember one of the first times I got into trouble at school. I was in the 4th grade, Mrs. Babinecs class and one day, I was messing around during classwith my best friend. We were always laughing and talking together in school and we still do the same today. Luckily, our assigned seats were right next to each other, which for us, was a miracle. We were learning something new in math and we were super bored so we started talking to each other and some others around us. Our teacher told us to stop and be quiet but we didn't care or listen. I remember her saying,

“A gun would be nice!” he replied. “We could keep running while we shot them. It’d make it a lot easier to keep them away!” I roll my eyes at the even more obvious statement.

In high school, our class took a trip to see the inside of a Camp, and every now and then, I have very vivid nightmares about it. The Prisoners wore ragged clothing, and they looked like they hadn't taken a shower in weeks. The labor was very intensive. Many of them were carrying heavy boxes up several flights of stairs and dozens were operating machinery without any breaks. I remember one man who asked a guard if he could have a drink of water, and he was immediately greeted by a whip. He screamed in agonizing pain, and there was blood seeping from the pores of his arm and back. His eyes quickly pooled with tears, and our eyes met for one brief second. One second was all I needed to see not only the physical pain behind his expression, but

It was the last day, the last night. They were surrounded by darkness occasionally lit by bright stars out in the warm, sweet summer air. This was the last time the two would see each other for days, months even. Josh walked sluggishly alongside Ava along the uneven rock path leading back to Ava’s cabin. Even after two months the rocks still hurt their feet, but it was a pain they would gladly endure if it meant their time together would never end. It was just light enough to see each other’s general features, but both were glad it was no clearer. Neither one wanted the other to see their heart aching. Josh and Ava could feel the sadness overwhelming them on the inside as if life kept overstuffing them with the depressing inevitable. The two walked slow and calm, no

Didn't take too long before you could hear a gunfight raging on outside, we hurried out trying to take this opportunity to get to the Treeline but once I walked towards the outside, I saw him. I saw my brother with an insane grin on his face killing, without hesitation, his flaming eyes are a darker shade of blue then I have ever see them seen them be. What makes it worse is I don't think he knows he's acting like a maniac. He was not even making path just standing there shooting whatever moves.

It was my 16th birthday and my parents had decided to gift me a drone, thinking that I was responsible enough to use it without breaking it. All I can say is that they were mistaken. A few days after my birthday, I took the drone out for a flight and, me being an ignorant teenager, decided to fly the drone at top speeds without knowing how to control it properly. I ended up crashing the drone into my neighbor’s roof and hitting a tree before the drone landed. The drone was a monstrosity with pieces of wire hanging out, and the frame disfigured beyond belief. Out of fear of what my parents were going to do to me, I hid the drone in my garage and just acted like nothing had happened. Later that day, my mother came to my room and told me my cousins