Personal Narrative-Bea Miller's Not An Apology

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

Bailey James Kummet entered my life at the age of eleven. I had met him through a friend, she had forgotten his number and begged me to message him for her later on in the afternoon, I did her the favor expecting that to be the end of it. I would have never thought that this random boy would become such a major part of my life.

Amy sits in the driver's seat of the car. According to her father two o'clock on a Sunday is the best time to drive. It's 'too late for brunch and too early for barbeques'. Her hands grip the steering wheel tightly.

When Leah was packing her bag that night, she set me in. I sat there in the dark thinking. Tomorrow is a new day. New adventure. I could not

It all started in the of 2000. I jennifer Biggers was living home with my mother and two sister's which my mother was pregnant with another little girl. And I was pregnant with my first time and yes my mother and i was pregnant at the sametime in the year of 2000. we lived in a two bedroom apartment.My mother was a drug addict of her choice of cocain, which didn't stop her from taking care of her children, until it was time to have that third baby girl m

I was left there by her for a month it was hopeless I just stopped looking unable to do anything, imagine my surprise when I see Mrs. Price holding me and tossing me around asking “Who’s sweater is this?” I thought my owner, Phyllis Lopez would say that I belonged to her. But to my surprise, she, along with everyone else said “Not mine” “How rude” I thought to myself. Then that awfully mean girl Sylvia Saldivar said "I think it belongs to Rachel." which it wasn't, and if that wasn't bad enough Mrs. Price, who I’m convinced is worse than Sylvia Saldivar believes her and plops me on Rachels desk. She looks down at me and tries to make words but all I hear is no, I don’t, that’s not but finally, she manages to say “Not mine”. Mrs. Price ignores

Good evening Ms. Wright, first of all let me offer you an apology for any inconvenience we may cause you. No more drafts will be taken out from your loan due to the refinance in process. I personally made sure the system was disable and your information wiped out. Please inform you financial institution it was an error on our end but it’s already fixed. Please feel free to call me if you have any

ust across from the town’s local deli, there lies an old doll shop, so small the chime of the doorbell resonates throughout the building whenever the little girl passes through the door. A tall, slender man, no older than thirty, will be waiting behind the front counter to greet the little girl with his crooked smile. Using his low, husky voice the man says the same old line that he has been saying for four years, “Welcome home, my precious Ebony”.

Sarah-Alice then smiled as she saw large arms reach the beers only to see the person walk off after how she thought of how he might give it to her as she then got to her cart as she then used a spell to black out the camera only to whisper,"Trappa." She then saw the box of beers disappear from his arm to be in her cart perfectly and in one piece only to then see that was the exact outfit she saw Sam in earlier as she then went to him saying,"Sam is that you? It is you." She then went to his arms only to hold him tightly as if this was just a dream only to realize it was real. She then felt tears come down her face as she smiled happy to see him again after a whole long month of worrying about him being killed. She then let go only to look into his eyes as she smiled saying,"I

No, you're doing things by the book, that doesn't mean it's right, don't get it twisted.

After I get out of our small, black Nissan Versa, I grab my backpack from the trunk. I run inside to avoid getting wet from the huge waterdrops falling freely from the sky. I open the door and go to the dining room table of my grandparents house. I start on the division and multiplication problems my teacher, Mrs. Cyphers has assigned us. As I am working, there is a sense of uncertainty in the air; a pit in my stomach that makes me think something is really wrong. As I am working, my mom and mamaw are in the kitchen, talking in a low voice. I began to get more worried by the second. What could possibly be wrong? They have to tell me. My mom then came in with a concerned look on her face. She says, “Lilly, I need to tell you something.” My look

First off, I would like to ask my audience to bear with me. I do not ask for your forgiveness for what I’ve done is certainly, utterly unforgivable even by my own constantly wavering morals; right and wrong, in my mind, is nothing but a code of conduct that one simply chooses to follow and I so abruptly chose not to, as you, my audience, will see.

Once upon a time, there was a fairy. Her name was Betty. She was the only one who didn’t have wings. The other fairies always called her names. “I really want to get some wings, but . . . I don’t know how,” said Betty. Betty was sad. She wanted to search for wings, and that’s exactly what she did. She packed some water and some food to keep her going.

Yesterday, I bought myself a mattress. It was the first time in about 3 months that I got to lay on an actual bed. I was finally able to sleep throughout the whole night without having to get up every two hours to pump the small inflatable bed, which, by the way, my cat popped. Even with pumping it, the bed quickly deflated and I’d wake up basically on the floor. I never thought I’d be so grateful over a bed. Something that at some point, I found to be some of the “little things” in my life that I honesty never even thought I would be without.

First I want to apologize for how I reacted on Sunday. It was unnecessary. I did it due to what I’m going to apologize next for.