Personal Narrative Essay

He knew school started at 8:30am as she told that a few times. He decided if she wasn't up by 7:30am, he would let her know what time it was. When the morning came and the sun shined in Eddie's face, he squinted his eyes and moaned slightly. He glanced at Loren, who was peacefully sleeping. Her head was just below his neck on his chest. Slowly, but surely, he was able to safely get off the couch. Loren readjusted herself and got comfortable before falling asleep again. He grabs his phone, which is on the piano, and sees if he has any missed calls. He had his phone on silent so he and Loren had no distractions. He noticed a missed call from his dad. He saw also a text from his father, asking if he was okay as he hadn't spoken to his son since the early evening of the previous day)

Clenching the doorknob tightly, my arm shakes. Doubt munches away like a tsunami swallowing the shoreline. Twisting the doorknob, the door inches open slightly and light from the hallway leaks through. The sound of footsteps invades the silence and I bet you can guess who exactly they belong to. My head snapped to the direction of the sound and the instinct to bolt came tethering at my skin. But that new flame that engulfed me is too big to be put down. It consumed me, filling my once hollow chest with an abundance of warmth and strength.

She was traveling her way throughout the halls, which were dimly lit and expensive. The floors were unscathed, unlike her. The doors were adorned with digits. Her reflection on the glossy oak, looked worn and grey, and then she opened a door.

Max awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, which was on the windowsill right next to where he slept. The glowing digital numbers read 6:30. Max turned the alarm off, got of of bed, grabbed a change of clothes for school, and headed upstairs to shower. After he was done with the shower, Max ate breakfast, and started packing his school supplies. By the time he was done with that, his dad took him to his first day of school.

As she sprung from the bed, M tip-toed across the floor, brushing her hair behind her ear, stopping just as she reached the door. Ever so slightly, she turned the doorknob, careful not to make any noise, just in case he was asleep, and peeked from behind a small crack. Across the hall, she could see only darkness from under the guest room door as it was pulled tight. "Figures," she thought.

Nate let the paper curl up again and placed it into a drawer of the nightstand. He stood and put books back into the boxes. When he finished, he shoved them into his closet then carried the ones from the library downstairs, but kept the U through W encyclopedia.

An hour had past, and it was a quarter until ten at night. Then all of the sudden a loud sound was heard from Mr. Cly’s room. CRASH! It was the windows, and Ms. Climwilder sprinted up the stairs.

Ethan wasn’t certain what woke him a few hours later. Perhaps it was the silence of the house, or the faint creaking from the steps. Sitting up, he grabbed the knife from the stand as he got out of bed. His heart was racing in his chest as he leaned against the closed door, waiting to hear the werewolf’s harsh breath. No huffing breath filled his ears as he reached up and opened the door. Peering out into the hallway, he saw the light at the end on.

And then she saw a faint slither of light under the door. Well, since she couldn’t go back to sleep, she kicked off the covers and crept across the floor. The hinges didn't squeak, and soon she was on the landing. First, she looked to the left, and then to the right, poised to retreat back inside the room if someone came along. Merging with the shadows as much as she could, she made her first tentative steps towards the stairs. Then, down and down she went.

She hurried down the rest of the hallway. Stopping in front of her father’s chamber room she heard his cry. Knocking on the door the sobbing stop.

Sara pulled herself up onto her elbows. The room was dark and silent. The rectangular glass panel in the wooden door let in a small amount of light. She was frightened. A whole new world lay ahead of her, and she had no idea what it would bring.

Tired from walking laps around the apartment, Mallory pushed away toy bricks and novels with his feet and sat down on his pale yellow bed. In his only t-shirt, which was severely torn-up, he looked up with his brown eyes and pulled on a string. The formerly dark room lit up. It was a stinging yellow light. It illuminated his room, a mess of toys and poorly-laminated children’s books, too brightly.

Hard steps across a linoleum floor followed by softer steps over the carpet. They paused outside the boy’s bedroom door. The boy held his breath and closed his eyes. He exhaled when he heard the footsteps moving on. He rolled over on his side, took a pillow and hid his head underneath. He heard the door to his parents’ bedroom open then shut. He began to hum softly to himself, drowning the noises of

Next, he walked over to his left to the walk-in closet and pulled his outfit for the day off of his hanger. As he returned back to the bed, he checked his phone for any missed communication. Seeing he had no missed calls, he placed his phone back on the bed and sat on the edge.

It was oddly quite and still in their house as well. I checked the rooms and as I approached the master suite – I became overcome with nerves. My palms perspired and my hand shook as I slowly inched towards the door 's handle. My fingers grazed the cool metal of the handle, my eyes closed, and I