Personal Narrative Essay

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

I speeded up, crossed the bridge, and headed north to Santa Clara. I was going to college. After so many years, I was still moving. Ten minutes later I finally saw it, the Santa Clara University.

When I was younger I was a killer. My mother would walk the aisles of the grocery store searching for our prey. She would single out the biggest in the pack, feel for the most tender, and strike. She’d fight with the other hunters for ownership of the animal, throw them in her cart, and carry it home to her young. Unlike the normal hunter, we had to prepare for our feast. With the meat in the center of our table surrounded by asparagus, mashed potatoes, and gravy, we prepared to pounce. “You may now eat”. Everyone grabbed and clawed for their piece. Snarling and refusing to talk, we shoved the mighty kill in our mouths. We were merciless. Our feast was over just as fast as it had begun. We wiped our mouths and put our murder utensils in the dishwasher, hoping to hide what had been done. The night continued casually, as if nothing wrong had been done.

“Break!” the three judges called simultaneously. The two competitors rushed back to their spots anxious to see who had scored the point that time. “Judges call points!” the center judge commanded. At the same time, all three judges raised their red flags in the air giving competitor Will Franken another point. It was the final round in the youth 4th degree black belt sparring competition. These two competitors had won every round they had been thrust into, and now they were battling each other for the gold medal at the Tiger Rock Martial Arts world tournament in Nashville, TN.

The world was so big to a boy who had lived in a small town called Waterfront for his whole life. It was a silly name for a place that had no water around for miles though. It was set on a plateau at least a mile from the ground and surrounded by desert. There were highways jutting out of either side of the town as if the plateau had lifted out of the ground causing the road to break apart. The rest of the road at the bottom went as far as the eye could see. No one had ever seen a vehicle on the roads. The only way up to the town was by plane or airlift, but no one had ever left, and no one ever came. Elijah was the only kid in Waterfront. His parents barely knew he existed and were always working in the only skyscraper in town.

At the football game at Rosary High on Friday night, Chris was hanging out with his friends Tyler and Jack by the bathrooms. When the game was about to start, they all went to use the bathroom. As they were about to leave, a group of students came in and saw Jack washing his hands. One of the guys in the group named Cameron started pushing Jack between his friends and asking him “Hey fag, aren’t you in the wrong bathroom?”

Deep in Unova, a forest was alive with the sounds of bug and bird Pokémon. A newly hatched Sewaddle crawled along the branch of a tall Oran berry tree, eyeing a particularly large, juicy looking Oran berry dangling tauntingly above its head. The small bug Pokémon reached up with two of its stubby legs, resting its body weight on its remaining four. Unfortunately for the Sewaddle, the berry was still out of reach. Growing frustrated, the little Pokémon raised its body higher and stood on only two of its six legs, its body straining as it tried to reach the berry.

Looking at the broken fences yards away, they stare back at me, and ask if I am broken too. The answer is yes. Ever since the incident, I haven't been the same. I haven't been able to laugh the same, talk the same, or do the same things I could do before it all happened. And trust me, I could do a lot before it happened.

When I was a kid, I often overheard my dad talk about shooting people. He was always very thorough about his plans, explaining who, when, and how he was going to shoot. Honestly, I thought my father was a Government Assassin. I never asked him about it because I’d watched enough Guy Ritchie films to know that if he told me, he’d have to kill me. As I grew older I realized my dad may not have been the Assassin I thought he was. I noticed the black bag I assumed he carried his weapons in actually contained a large camera and a few wires. I realized the countless hours he’d spend on the computer weren’t spent researching his targets. Instead, they were spent cutting hours of footage down to minutes. Above all else, I found myself wanting to do

The tiger quickly climbed the nearest tree and then totally ignored me.” It all started when our uber driver geek, Randy Jackson, woke up in a imaginary desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling abnormally angered, Randy Jackson stroked a potato, thinking it would make him feel better. Absolutely excited, he saw that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Dee Jackson. Randy Jackson had known Dee Jackson for 200 years, the most of which were crazy ones. Dee Jackson was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little... pestering. Randy Jackson called for her, for the situation was important.

I used to be a shy, little freshman. I never raised my hand in class, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t participate in activities, because I didn’t think it would make a difference. I didn’t try to change the world, because I didn’t think I would make a difference.

She wakes up in a hospital bed in an empty room. Upon second glance, however, the room is not empty; her older brother, Matthew, is asleep in a chair beside her. Her parents, however, are nowhere to be seen, but this is of no surprise to the girl in the hospital bed. Her mother has been dead for ten years, killed in a car crash, and her father… well, her father is quite a different story. Her gaze once again sweeps the room, and a bracelet on her wrist catches her eye. Grove, Rebecca. Female. Age: 16. Date of Birth: 27 October. Date of Admission: 12 July. Rebecca wonders how long she has been in the hospital, and she strains to remember what had happened to her. Suddenly, she remembers driving her old Toyota Camry on the way home from the library

It was one of those days that just felt like everything was going to be all right. I did what I regularly do when I wake up, brush my teeth, put on my clothes, and then go and play. I was just a few years old, and to me just running around was fun. Me and my brothers were outside just like most kids would be. There were birds chirping all around us and there were also different kinds of animals. We were outside for a very long time and we were having fun so the time just flew by, and it turned from birds chirping to the sound of crickets making noise.

As I walk off the plane and onto the lot, all I see is beauty. “I’m so glad you guys are finally here to see Italy,” my mother says with excitement. Of course, I was so overjoyed when I arrived, all I thought about was visiting Virginia (my Nonna’s cousin).