Personal Narrative: Emilia Grace Lane

It wasn’t like any other swim practice, no, not like any other I’d ever gone to. No one usually moved to Minot, North Dakota that was also in swimming, so when Emily Pitcher and her family moved to town and came to practice, it was quite a shock for everyone on the team. She moved from Colorado and she had 2 younger brothers and a younger sister as well. They seemed nice enough but there was something about Emily, who was my age, which seemed a bit off.

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

Patience is wearing thin , the shocking moment is almost here. Then a miracle happens! A beautiful brown eyed baby is born into this world.

The main character in this story is a Jewish girl named Alicia. When the book

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.

One of my best friends, Sydney Lane, is a girl who had lived in Colorado Springs, CO her whole life and when she graduated last spring, she decided to take a gap year. We had discussed our mutual interest in traveling, but we were not sure about how to find the opportunities. However, she took the initiative to become a part of multiple programs and go completely out of her comfort zone. Leading up to the day she left, she was terrified of leaving what she had been accustomed to. She left in September, afraid, and the next thing I heard she was having the best experiences of her life. Sydney blossomed from someone who survived on grilled cheese and hung out with a close group of friends, to a girl enlightened by the world- all within a few

One of my nicest friends when I moved from Azores, Portugal to Minot, North Dakota in 2005 was Nicole Hamm. Nicole and I met at the CDC in Minot Air Force Base, in September of 2005. Ever since we met each other we have became unseperatable, until she moved to Florida in the summer of 2015 but we still talk. When we first met she was kind, and caring. There was never a day where she didn't make me laugh so hard that I was crying. When I first met her, we played 20 questions. My first question was what is your favorite color? Yet, her answer was neon purple ( not purple it had to be neon purple). As we kept playing I found that she likes to play Legos, and Minecraft with her younger brother and that she loves to watch Monster High and My

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

My best friend is Erin Bowman. We have been best friends since the 2nd grade! Funny story, when we were in kindergarden, we actually hated each other! We have been friends for around 5 or 6 years now. I used to live in Van Buren, which is where I met Erin. Unfortunately, in the 5h grade, I had to move to greenbrier. I was really really sad, because I thought this meant losing my best friend! When I told her, the first, and only, thing she said to me was; “Sophie.. That’s.. Really sad. But, I’m not worried. If we’ve come this far, there is nothing that can stop us from being friends!”. Now we call each other about everyday and talk! We also play this game called ROBLOX. It’s really fun, and we can play it together! One thing I know for sure

My best friends name is Naya Raelynn Lilly. She was born June 14th 1998. She is one of my favorite people to be with and have in my life. I met Naya the summer of 2006 when we moved into our new house in Georgia. That’s when my life changed. Everything I did she did, and everything she did I did. I was a gymnast since I was two and I wanted to continue with it. Naya never did gymnastics, but when she saw how much fun I had doing it she wanted to do it too. We went from webkinz to bikes and from bikes to cell phones. We were inseparable. The older we got the more adventures we had especially the ones we were not supposed to have. Those were the most fun. The best memory I think I have (that’s PG-13) is the time we snorted Kool-Aid. It was a

I heard her coming so I quickly ran back to my room before she noticed. When I got to my room I started to sob quietly but I had to keep it together because I needed to remember to get Lulu back and to do whatever I could to keep my dog. After I pulled it together I called my friend and she told me she could come over tomorrow so we could make a plan to find my dog and keep her. Then once we got off the phone I went into my mom’s room and sat on the bed.

Towards the end of seventh grade everything seemed to be turning worse for me. I was a socially awkward nerd who thought humor could solve everything, even if it was not that funny. My grades were plummeting and my parents were not happy or supportive with it. My best and only friend Marco, an intelligent and funny boy, was moving to New York. On top of this I was already in a rather bad state, being a dumb nerd, not good at anything in particular, and already having not been happy the majority of my life. The two things I was happy and proud about were gone. Just as everything seemed to be depressing and looking down I began talking to her. She was a caring, helpful, and saw the best in everyone, even me. At first I had not realized it, but

On top of a difficult situation at home I was always introverted and never wanted people to talk to me; my social life was practically non existent. Despite my apprehension I eventually fell into a group of kids at school and grew close to a few of them however I never expected to find the insane idiot I call my best friend. Although we hung out with the same group of people, we never actually spoke until one day we were forced to sit together in a class. I’m not sure why I trusted her so quickly, or why she even listened to me ramble on about my problems; I guess it was obvious i needed someone to talk to. Our friendship slowly evolved into this

      Alynna where do I start. I'll start from the beginning. I remember you from elementary we were never really that close. I did always have a small crush on you though. When we got to 5th grade I had real feelings for you. I was always just to shy to tell you. So you were actually my first crush. Which is something I never told you. Surprise!