Personal Narrative-Blood Brothers

Hey, man! What's up? I'll tell you this, there are a lot of things that I

Chris yawned as he sat up on his bed. His alarm clock was blaring music. He turned his head and reached over to turn the alarm off. It was six a.m. on September 30, 2017. It was a Saturday morning, and surprisingly Chris enjoyed waking up early today, usually he had a hard time getting up, but today was different. Chris hopped off his bed, running down the stairs. Today, Chris and his family were going to see the Baltimore Orioles play the Philadelphia Phillies at Camden Yards Stadium. Chris has been dreaming for this day. Finally, he could finally get the chance to get an autograph from Alec Asher. He would have a story to tell in the years to come just like Uncle Anthony’s story about Mike Shmidt. Although Chris may have difficulties getting

So when I was a kid, I would race up to the top of the stairs as fast as I could, like it was some sort of silly game. Well, I must have been five or six at the time. I'm not sure, but I know I was very little. Somewhere along the way, a voice at the top of the stairs started to whisper to me. It would make bets with me, such as... "I bet you a penny you can't make it to the top of the stairs." I don't really think there was a certain amount of time or anything. As I said, I was very little so I probably didn't have any counting abilities anyway. Ha. I recall just sitting at the top of the stairs, having conversations with this voice, about the betting, of course. :p

The "Before" narrative is why the two brothers end up on the other side of the war? Why maybe because each brother has chosen a different side on which to fight. And they didn't know which side they both were fighting. Or because they didn't want them to fight in the same war together. The "After" narrative of what happened when he saw that he kill his own brother, is that he felt bad because he wanna to kill him, but didn't know it was is own brother who he was going to kill. What had happened is that he took his brother's body in his harms and hug him and cry because it was his brother that he killed, and that will be his hand that he kill his own brother in war, And thinking about what he is going to tell his family and friends that he kill

I watched the EDO and all I notice is more of the same old thing. Yet again, the Brotherhood needs two men to beatdown a development star on the rise. It's okay, brothers. I totally get why you keep targeting "the little guy". That's because the one time you guys had a chance at taking out a lonely Heavyweight like myself, it ended with me kicking not one, not two, but THREE of your violent-asses all over CXWI Headquarters! You like to take advantage of this strength in numbers concept, but what can you do when a single man stood up to your advantage and just threw that out the window just like how the fox-boy wonder was thrown into that bench? They say "He who dares, wins." Well damn it, I made the biggest dare no one else will take and I'm

My dad was laying in bed just scrolling through his phone. When his phone started to ring. He read the name and it said, “Erika”. Erika never calls my dad, unless it is an emergency. He then answered, and she just started talking so fast. She said, “Ray woke up for work and was in a rush. I heard him keep running into the walls in the hallway. So, i jumped out of bed and went into the hallway. I asked him what was wrong, and he said I don't know. He then passed out.”

When I was little, my brother, Kaleb and I fought all of the time. Every game of hide and go seek ended in tears, and every road trip involved mom and dad threatening to, “Pull the car over!” if we did not stop bickering. It was not until junior high when we finally started to get along. I guess we grew up a little and realized we needed each other. We were very close in age; in fact, Kaleb was just one year older than me. Therefore, we went through each year of school basically side by side. Junior high was tough for me because I did not necessarily like school, but I looked forward to going each day because I knew I could go down the hall and see my brother and all of his friends and be welcomed with open arms.

I crawl out from under the fence and book it towards my house. I hit the hard wooden door. It opens to the living room. I shut the door and run upstairs. I grab my Helmet and jump out the window and onto the ground. I run over to the pine tree I used to climb as a kid. “I’m back old buddy” I whisper under my breath. I start to climb until I reach the top. I press the side of the gun to activate assistive aiming. Once locked on I break of a branch and use it as a shield. A Plane-et hovers down and opens. I jump inside as we fly away. I get thrown out by the strong winds.

On the night of December 10, 2008 my baby brother Luke was born with problems; he had problems breathing which would explain why he came out blue. After he was born, the doctor said, “He only has a couple of hours to live.” When the doctor told us the news, we were devastated.

Tears running down the boys faces. The crying slowly subsided. The tears turned into gasps, hiccups, and sniffling. They couldn't process what was happening. A littleness was looking up at the sailor confused wiping his face with the back of his grubby hand. There was a large pause of silence. The fire seemed muted in the background.

I believe my life has been affected in many ways and that it all starts with my grandparents. My grandmother Kay had her first relationship with a man named Edward Lee James and within that relationship she had her first child, my aunt, Tammy. Shortly after Tammy was born my grandmother ended that relationship and started dating another man named Bill Sweitzer. Within her relationship with Bill she had two children. My uncle William (Bill) and my father Benjamin (Ben). After a few years of being in that relationship my grandmother left Bill and eventually found her true love, my grandpa, Chuck Arndt. They fell in love and got married in 1974. Chuck soon adopted both my father and my uncle Bill giving them their last name of Arndt. Shortly after they were married my grandmother Kay became pregnant with her last child, my uncle, Chucky.

I stared at the worksheet in front of me thinking hard. Math had always been my least favorite subject and I was trying my best to focus on the work in front of me. “Kaurwaki!,” my mom yelled from the living room. “I’m coming,” I answered back, grateful for a reason to stop working on my homework. I walked into the living room and saw both my parents staring at me with a weird look on their faces. My mom motioned for me to sit on the couch and said, “We need to talk to you.” My mind started racing thinking of all the bad things I had ever done to deserve a confrontational conversation. My mom looked at me with a serious expression and asked, “Would you rather have a dog or a baby brother.” “A dog, of course,” I answered, slightly confused at the question but hoping that my parents would finally be giving in to the years I have spent relentlessly asking for one.

It was a big lie. All those stories, I believed he was gone forever. All those hours I spent crying alone in my room, reading about what people thought had happened to my brother… It all started about two months ago, Jake would be gone every night, who knows where. He would tell my parents he's working night shifts at his job at the diner. I knew he wasn't there but I never bothered to ask where he went all those nights. One night, Jake never came back home, not even the next afternoon. My mom called the school, the diner, and his best friends mom. None of them had seen him for three days. Which also means he wasn't actually going to work, like I knew.

As a kid, I had always wished for you and mom to get a divorce. I had spent nights crying because of how often I would hear you and her fighting. Still to this day I question why mom stays with you, what you have done to deserve your amazing family even though it seems you often forget about us. I struggle day to day with you because you were always the one I went to when I was hurt, when I was sad, or when I just wanted to talk about something. I have always been a daddy's girl, but that has made all of this even harder. When we’re out doing stuff I forget about what you do, what happens at home. But after time a switch flips, I’m hit with reality and reminded of the truth, reminded of the issues you always seem to cause.

There is blood... blood everywhere. I want to call my parents but I can't because they are on the cruise. They have no service, and won't be back until next Thursday. They would also be beyond mad at me if they knew I left the house for a few hours to get my nails done. I do not understand what would be so wrong with it if the boys are 12 and know how to take care of themselves. I even had my boyfriend come by to watch them for me . I needed to get out of the house for a little bit because being in a house for a few days with two 12 year olds can make you go a little crazy. They were starting to act a little weird themselves especially Ashton, saying he has been seeing something walking in the house. Allen and I would just make fun of him for