Personal Narrative: Emily Pitcher

Stakeholder 2: Hello, I am Michelle Carter, I am a black female, 36 years of age. I was a single mother raising a child in the lower side of Chicago. I had a son, his name was Zack Carter and he was murdered last night by a pig. A white man who was just trigger happy and felt justified by what he had done because he was a police officer. Just a racist man who shot my son because he thought my son was like any other black person probably selling drugs or something. I did make a domestic violence call because we had gotten into a very heated argument and he slapped me and stormed out, but that was my fault, because I had hit him first. We had been arguing about his grades and how they were starting to slip even though he had been a 4.0 student

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

We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.

On April 26th,1999 I emerged into the world a happy baby given the name Bethany Gavin. I’m now in year 12 and I attend Cooks Hill Campus, Big Picture. My education began here in year 10 after leaving three years of home schooling and have grown as a student as the years have gone on.

Freshman Ella. It’s a scary thought, but for this story we have to go back to March of my freshman year at an event called Chamber Festival, which is basically when you play in small groups instead of large orchestras. In our school orchestra I was second chair viola which, me only being a freshman, was a very big deal. At least it was for me. Many of my other friends in orchestra already had their own instruments, and I felt like it was time to get one of my own. So for months I begged my parents. I insisted that I wouldn’t give up playing in a year or two, that I really would stick with it long enough for the investment to make sense. Finally, in the beginning of 2015, they agreed to get me a viola. Now was the hard part, agreeing

     Emotional support also plays an important role of Emily’s well being. The idea mother suppose to care, support, and value their children needs. Emily needed this nourishment. She needed her mother to smile at her in order for her to feel a connection with the person that she supposed to be able to depend on. Emily’s mother did not know how to communicate with Emily. The mother-daughter relationship has an element of coldness, it lacks warmth. “There were years she did not want me to touch her” (Olsen 262). Emily’s mother inability to interact with her, leaves Emily unloved and in return, she shall not express any love toward her mother. Emily’s mother feels her “wisdom came too late” (Olsen 262). With this thought in mind, Emily’s mother shall never show communication or love to Emily, therefore the relationship shall continue to be doomed.

Who is Katelyn Ballard? Katelyn is a student, a sister, and most definitely, a pet lover. I am a senior at Franklin County and have lived here since May 30, 1998, which is my birthday. Even though I have lived here seventeen years, I have moved houses six times. I currently live on Tims Ford Lake with my Mom and step dad. I have one older brother, Cody, and two step siblings, Cade and Carly. I have two dogs, Dixie and my favorite, Marley. I enjoy high school, but just like every other senior; I am ready to be done. I plan on entering Motlow’s nursing program then furthering my education at MTSU to become a nurse practitioner. Taking care of people has always been an instinct of mine, so a job in the medical field is ideal for me. I enjoy writing

Throughout our lives, we all make sacrifices in order to achieve our goals or to help others achieve their goals. For some, this may mean sacrificing friendships or family time, or for others it may mean sacrificing money and other dreams which may also be of great importance to us. A person who has made many sacrifices in order to achieve their aspirations or goals is someone with strength, determination and masses of will-power, and it is someone who is not prepared to give up on their dream.

I Emily Hinduri, was once a ecstatic young lady, with an exultant family around me. Days back then were always jubilant and extremely buoyant. I could've never felt any more elated! But...that's not all. Although I was very euphoric in life, I also had my arcane moments of grim and anxiety. Ever since the death of a young handsome blithe boy I loved. I admired the way he spent every day of his life working hard just like a impenetrable rock he was. I loved the young fellow dearly and so did he love me too. Ever since his death, I've seen it as my own fault. We had a tremendous argument over nothing well a catastrophe that I put myself into and pleaded him for help but he told me many times how to get myself out of the situation. However I

“I wish for the same aspect I’ve hoped for from the beginning. I wish for a life so fearless, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories. Such a life won’t be perfect. It’ll be something better, it will be my own paradise”. I’m going to share with you about my “Helene Tucker”. My symbol is my friend Taylor, which represents love, trust, and laughter “everything I want”.

On July the 3rd, a new baby girl was born. She had bright, bold, blue eyes, with little rolls around her arms and legs, that was me! I was held warmly and cuddled in my mums soft arms. At that moment I became Ella Grace Romaniuk!

My parents are friends with Olivia(Lauryne’s mom) and after getting to know her for a little while Olivia asked my mom if she would adopt Lauryne. My mom then went and talked it over with my dad they finally agreed to adopt her.

This worried me as I was normally able to see and talk to her everyday. Eventually, Emily began to hang out with a different boy in our grade that she had never talked to before. Seeing her avoid talking to me and befriending another quickly raised jealousy and suspicion in 7 year old me. When I had confronted her about this predicament, she told me that her parents were arguing a lot and she was afraid they were going to divorce each other. This boy she had been talking to had divorced parents and she felt as if she could talk to him because of what he had gone

Just a few short 6 years ago, I was gifted a crazy ball of wool I call Lillieanna. She was a Suffolk lamb which my aunt had bought for me as a present. At that time, the only reason I had for picking her was because she was the only one who didn't knock me over. Now, was she the best one in the barn, certainly not. Once we brought her home, it was game on. I spent a long six months trying to get her to become friendly. However, this never really happened. She would plow me over, knock me down, stand on me, and run away. Let me tell you, those little legs sure could move a whole lot faster than I could. But at the end of the day, I still was having fun. I was able to meet new people, be with my friends, and I had a lamb at all. As I grew older,

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