Personal Narrative Essay

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

Skylar Evans walked down the corridor to her next class, math. She's always loved math; she loves the fact that math is an everyday priority, so She need to learn as much as she can as soon as possible. As she sat in her chair in a middle row, her so-called-boyfriend, Chris, entered the room. Considering he's a senior, he shouldn't be in there. When he spotted her, a smirk shadowed his lips. He casually walked over to her, taking an empty chair next to her.

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

Tyler noticed Katie walking over to the treadmills. She seemed to struggle with turning one of them on. It was quite comical to watch her face during this process. If only she knew how cute she looked to him at the

Elizabeth skipped merrily down the cracked pavement from which unsightly weeds grew.  The source of her joyful demeanor lived just down the street.  Her neighbor, a kind woman by the name of Mrs. Imogene, had agreed to teach Elizabeth how to play piano. Prior to their first transaction Elizabeth's parents had dragged her to an orchestral concert.  While there, she became quite enthralled with the harmonious sound of the large instrument.  Anyways, as she turned the curb Mrs. Imogene's quaint abode revealed itself before her.  With a few quick steps the girl found herself rapping excitedly at the thick oak door. It creaked open to display the wrinkly smiling face of Mrs. Imogene.

“She was eating crisps and dropped them on the floor so I swept them up because I know you’re not allowed to eat in the laboratory…” Harper glanced at Tammy who looked confused.

Soon, only five minutes were left in class and Kenny McCormick hadn’t bothered to show up. Ace thought nothing of it when they first got to class; it was normal for him to be late. It wasn’t usual for him to completely skip the class. He was here today, she at least knew that much. As usual, this morning Craig and her had picked him up. They also had to drive him home, so it wasn’t like him to just not tell him when he was leaving early. Ace hadn’t heard from him since second period, Algebra II. Just as she began to worry that something happened, the short teenager made a loud appearance.

There was once a boy with pride and aspiration, he wanted to become a doctor. His parents were very satisfied with his grades, and every exceptional thing was expected out of him. He was always so self-reliant, but this boy wanted more in his life, he wanted action. As smart as he was, intelligence couldn’t give him everything, the unsuspected came out for utmost people, specifically his parents. He developed into a bully, an obnoxious and insolent bully, with good grades. However, he was very infamous for all the atrocious deeds he’s done, putting him in the center of hate. By eleventh grade his grades went drastically low, making his parents dispirited in him. After graduation, instead of advancing to college, he became an unemployed man.

“Oh, that poor child,” Ally acknowledged sounding upset. “It looks like she's collected hardly any candy in that bag so far.”

In the soft glow of the coming morning light he looked ethereal. It took everything she had not to reach over and touch his face, but she didn’t want to disturb him. Soon enough the alarm clock would do that. Minutes was all she had. It was all she needed to make her way into the kitchen and start the coffee.

“Good. She got a ton of candy, I don’t know what we’re going to do with all of it,” Krista replied, flopping down in a squashy armchair and opening a piece of chocolate she had smuggled out of Rylee’s bag. “We got a little lost, but it worked out okay. I met a guy who helped us get home.”

“Really, dear, that’s nice,” he said, at the same time feeling a rush and thrill at their new secret. He wanted to say more but the words would not come and she had already passed on into the kitchen.

Araene wiggled in her seat during school. Tomorrow would be her friend’s birthday and she wanted to give him a present. As Ein strolled past her locker, Araene bounced up to him. “Hello!” She squealed. “ Tomorrow’s your birthday and I was totally like, ay Dios mío! I need a present for my best friend!” She paused and pulled out a sheet of notebook paper. Ein paused,

She is hit by a shock but keeps quiet. Later she thinks of the way Uncle Mikael had watched Tommy “It was his stillness that had made me turn”

"Candy. Hey, where do you live?" He said it once more and received no reply. He grabbed her face trying to rouse her and she had no reaction. Just my luck Alex thought. He looked for Candy's purse that was looped around her neck in a goofy way. He shuffled through it looking for her I.D. She had makeup, hairbrush, earrings, a small vibrator? He blushed. Wheres her damn wallet?