Personal Narrative: Demitri

Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not

It's been a long time and I'm not sure if you remember me from way back when. I spoke to Don earlier and he told me that you were still with DoDEA. It's certainly good to hear that another familiar face is still around. Hoping all is well with you, despite the crazy that appears to be going on at the moment!

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer but Maria was a little under the weather I was waiting to see how it would develop.

When I was young, my family and I lived in the coastal plains of Texas. One day, I started to think about what it was like at the very top in Texas. I always dreamed about the cowboys, farms, ranchers and the farm animals, that they were unique and that that was the only things that the great plains had. As I grew older, I thought it was boring, and then I had an idea. What if I, Maria Muro could make it more fun? So, I decided to dedicate my life to make the most fun city In Texas.

September 9, 2015, a baby is born. With black hair, brown eyes, and the face of an angle, she was wrapped in a two blankets and pajamas. The name on the certificate, Elizabeth, and she is born 5 inches tall, weighs 6 ounces, and has a perfectly round head, she looks like a turtle as she stretches her neck. We call her our little lizard, but to be honest she looks more like turtle than a lizard any day. The hospital I go to, to see little lizard, smells like soap and hand sanitizer, it brings back memories of a moment in time 2 years ago when I walked down the same hospital corridors to see my area 51 baby, Evelynne. As I walk down the same hallway to the same room where I first saw my Evelynne I am reminded of a responsibility, a responsibility

You’ll be excited to read about one girl who are very rare, who have rare tastes, and sometimes is very crazy with the things that she express and say so they had better prepare.

I called it the Casita, which means small house in Spanish, yet I never lived there. It was my home forty-five minutes away from home. Brightly decorated with a vibrant yellow exterior, it caught the eye of most bystanders. A dream of entrepreneurship brought my immigrant parents to the United States. Like most families, we struggled for the first few years on American soil until we were able to buy a small lot of land where we built a Venezuelan restaurant, which my family nick-named the Casita. Maturing alongside the restaurant, I was constantly exposed to my culture and the commitment needed to keep the business alive. In turn, this exposure brought me to be a more appreciative and devoted person.

Lurid means vivid and unpleasant. Lurid was a word on a weekly vocab quiz I took the week I first visited Simon’s Rock. Lurid was a word used casually (and properly) in a passionate discussion about a Rococo painting, The Swing, in an art history class at Simon’s Rock.

I honestly do not know why, but I love the name Gianna! It is just a really majestic name to me! Gee-on-uhh! I LOVE IT! If I have a child someday, (and if it’s a girl) I wanna name her Gianna! Or maybe even Katana! :O I LOVE THAT TOO! <3 I don’t know why but I love those names. Maybe it’s just a faze… OOOH! I just thought of another name I like! Mable… maybe. Yeah, I think I’m going through a faze, because I used to love the names Payton and Riley, but I suggested the name Payton to my aunt and uncle, because they were having their second baby. And when they took the name Payton, I didn’t wanna name my kid that when I’m older, because I thought i’d be awkward. So now I like the names Katana and Gianna! I don’t know why I don’t like the name

both luck and strategy that the siblings loved to play all the time. After about 5 rounds, however, they decided to put away their card game and eat something, for the time was approaching noon and none of them had eaten breakfast except Celosia.

The lights were low, and the music was high. We were all dancing. Suddenly my boyfriend James yells my name, “Ariana” in a panic. My other friends were also running around frantically. Everything was in slow motion as I see people dressed in all white rampaging the crowd. Then, it all goes black.

I backtrack, I'm ready to meet the monster of the labyrinth for a new defeat.

When I was young I had many childhood friends, most of them were other boys, the majority of our activities involved rough playing outside in the grass with a ball or inside someone’s house playing nintendo whenever one of our parents were able to tolerate us long enough before it was time for everyone to go back home. There were a lot of fond memories with the boys but there was one person amongst them who stood out. Well not exactly stood out but more like she was a girl while the rest of us were guys, though she fit in perfectly with us and in fact, it was hard to remember that very particular difference.

I was walking through the hallways of my high school , with the words of my class mate racing through my mind. What could she mean by “Emma stopped caring about her fitness and we can all clearly tell” Alessia's words that she said during gym period replayed over and over in my brain.

When I was four, my family moved to a single family home in Rockville, MD, 45 minutes driving distance from the prestigious White House. It is the home that my little brother was brought into when he was born. It is a 5 floor, red - fired colored bricked with a grand backyard. My parents, brother, and I share this beautiful house. Our home is very close to my old elementary and middle school, ten to fifteen minutes walking distance. I am lucky enough to have the backyard facing the famous Rock Creek Park, one step out of the fence and your foot is in Rock Creek Park. My favorite room in my house is my beautiful room. I call it the “Diva Den.” My room is cozy for me. It is the place where I relax when I have stress, need a break or just want