Personal Narrative Essay

Speaking ever so confidently, I kept on and on about my little game with the people I find here. As I spoke, he looked at me as if I were a supernatural creature, but my only thoughts were about how exciting it would be to play with Sanger Rainsford, and to tell my story of the victory. Soon after, Ivan and I got up to show off our basement.

He smiled his wide smile, and explained that I was all grown up now and that I will someday become what he could never be. At the time, I remember wondering what he meant.

“Do you know when you play something beautifully?” Is the question that startles me out of my self-pity tantrum. Shannon waits patiently looking at me with his eyebrows slightly raised while I furrow mine in thought. Do I? I want to say yes just to prove him wrong, but he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t already know the answer. We both like to be right too much to not know when the other is lying. “That’s what I thought.” He sighs out. “This is going to be a long lecture,” I think to myself, “and the lesson has just started.”

Thomas struggled with the completing the last sentence because it was a lie. Out of nowhere, tears began to roll across Thomas’ face.

I slumped into the nearest chair. My chest ached, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the continuing fear of what I thought he was about to do to me or if it was from the anger I could feel rising from my belly. Anger that was threatening to turn to rage.

“He might not,” Michael said with a glum face. Then he shrugged. “But Franchette is right. I wouldn't worry too much, mate. It's not like he's supervising your research, is it?”

Robert verbalizes “Baby are you awake? Want to play chess with Daddy?”(Scott 76). Both examples show how Robert perpetually eludes his authenticity by playing the chess

“Why are you here Mr. Parker?” Harding glared at the man in front of him as if he were a child asking for a glass of wine; for a taste of something that they both knew for which he wasn’t ready. Sandy swallowed and his throat felt like sandpaper and a metallic taste entered his mouth. He was worrying and rethinking every decision he made to get there.

If I had anywhere else but in school, I would be a place I enjoy so much, I do not like it when i'm at home doing nothing. I always like to be active, so if I can pick to be anywhere but in County Prep, I would be in an indoor basketball court playing with my friends. The reason I would pick an indoor basketball court because we do not need to be worried about any outside distractions and the main reason is because the ball can go in the streets. As lame as that sounds it's where I find happiness and playing one of my favorite sports with my friends. One of the main reason I rather be in an indoor basketball court with my friends because anywhere I go with my friends is a good time but when we always meet up at the park or an outside basketball

I can't wait for the cotton ball trees and the snow days of the cold winter.

There once was a salt shaker, named Saltina, who fell in love with a pepper shaker, named Pepprico. The two grew up in a grocery store down town, and began to grow rather fond of each other. Unfortunately, their love was forbidden among the spice world, but they did not care. As they grew closer and closer they decided to elope, and get married at night in the produce isle. The two eventually had an oregano child and named her Baby Spice. They kept their child hidden with their good friend, Herb, who lived in the isle next to them. The family became tired of having to live this secret life, so they decided to run away. Saltina took Baby Spice to a place where Pepprico and his wife could bring the child with them. The three would leave at the busiest store hour, so that way all the

My entire childhood I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandpa drove a truck and was only home on weekends, while my grandma stayed home with me. I had the same rotating schedule for visiting my mom, I stayed the entire month of June, a week in october, a week in January, and if it was an odd year I went to stay on all major holidays. My life was fairly predictable until the day my grandparents decided to divorce.

At twelve, Samuel packed his briefcase and walked over to the reception, alerting Miranda that he would be leaving for lunch and would be back at one. Miranda nodded, disinterested. Samuel then walked to the fire escape, however that day, instead of beginning his descent, he placed his briefcase in the inside of the door and headed towards Mr. Marin’s office. Closing his fist tightly, Samuel raised his trembling limb and lightly knocked on the wooden office door, one, two, three times. No answer, but he didn’t exactly expect one. Silently, Samuel reached for the metal doorknob, around which he had carefully wrapped a handkerchief. He wasn’t going to leave any fingerprints behind.

You enter dimly lit large auditorium and take your seat among the many others that spilled into the seats around you. They, like you, are here to watch a story unfold on stage and get lost in the moment. You came for the entertainment, to kick back. A letter dangles down from a ribbon into the audience prompting one of you to read it out loud: “Think about why you are here,” it says. “You imagine you are one thing but really you are something else.” And with those two short sentences you quickly realise this might not be any ordinary play.

Simeon stared down at the paper hoping that the words would just appear there. Why did teachers make him write stuff? Why essays? All they did was make Simeon’s hand cramp and his head throb, and that tapping was getting really annoying. “James!”