Personal Narrative Essay : A Day On A Night's Life

I was afraid of Hurricanes, Volcanoes, and water. Let me tell you my fear from the beginning. I was in Kauai. on my 2nd day there at we spent the day at the St. Regis hotel “just checking it out” but my dad asked if we could stay here even though we weren't guests and on the employees said the only way we could stay is renting a cabana for 5 hours with free lunch for only 250 dollars so we said, “yes,” and we were so pumped. As fast as we could we splashed in the water like a bunch of 3 and 4 year old's.

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

The bell had just rang, school was out. “Olivia, Mrs. Larsson calls.” Olivia is in 6th grade. Her teacher Mrs. Larsson talks to her every day after school telling her the same thing over and over. “You been misbehaving at lunch today”! But this time it was different. “Olivia it's your turn to stay after school and clean the room”. Olivia hated cleaning the room after school, she always ended up staying too late. “ Now run along and tell your mother, I don’t want her to worry like she did last time!” “Ok Mrs. Larsson.” I reply, I run to call my mom but she didn't answer, and my dad was at work so I couldn't call him. “Yup my mom knows.” I say, but she really didn't. “Ok then, well I am going to go home so behave yourself!” Mrs. Larsson says

Three weeks ago my fiancé, Jenny, and I moved into a beautiful old home in the outer suburbs of Boston. Jenny and I met ten years ago at Boston College and have stuck together as I toiled through medical school and she supported the two of us with her job as a paralegal. I bought this old house to celebrate finishing my residency and as a way to thank Jenny for working so hard to provide for us while I chased my dream of becoming a doctor. I could imagine Jenny and I raising a family and living here for the rest of our lives. Well, that changed soon after we moved in and I found something terrible living in our attic.

Night was a very good book but a little confusing at times. Some of the words they used i did not understand. However, a quick google search to find out what the words meant made me understand. It was easy to read but some parts were hard to read. But it was very believable. My favorite part was the ending even though it was a little sad.

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

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Time flew by fast and before I knew it the season was almost over and it was senior night. All of the seniors went to school wearing our matching shooting jerseys and ready for the big night. We got to come to the game late because the underclassmen were setting up the game for us and decorating. Each senior had their own poster hanging on the stands for everyone to see. When I first walked in my name was on the ground in calk with my number and it said, “we love our goalie.”

The sun’s rays dazzled the bedroom with an elegant light. My eyes crept open and, so did I out of bed. I fell from my bed to wake up. I sluggishly walked down the hallway, like a human-snail hybrid. However, today was no awful not sleep in stupid annoying monday. I had to go to a party today. With about 75 other people and at the end being part of the main event for the wreck baseball league end of the year ceremony. The home run derby.

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

Angelica let’s go, in the morning I’ll get David to bring me back here to get the furniture and the rest of this stuff, first I’ll have to get a moving service to move this furniture to a storage, but for now make sure you have everything you need.” “Okay I’m ready Simone, What about the dope?” Simone looked at Angelica and said, “Girl, leave that stuff right here, we’re not taking that with us, put it back in the shoebox and let’s go.” Angelica puts the dope back in the shoebox and left out the room, when they got up front they gathered all they could take, locked everything up and left. As Angelica walked to the car she seen Lisa, Angelica started walking fast, as she was trying to rush to the car Lisa spotted her, Lisa yelled, “ANGEL, ANGEL,

I was only about nineteen when I would make the decision that would change my life forever. It would ultimately send me down the road that would turn me into the person that I have become today.

When she finally got there we were all gathered up into a small living room with a couch and two chairs. The room had a strong smell of cigars that almost made you want to breathe out of your mouth. Almost everyone tried to cram onto the couch well the rest of my family tried to

Hurtling down her home street at 80km/h; she grinned to herself as she whipped past the rows of gloomy suburban housing. This was the only source of fun for someone like her, a side of her that she kept from her parents. Diana zoomed past the end corner of her street barely letting off of the pedal. ÁROOO’! The sudden bark from a large greyhound woken up from the roar of a motorcycle caused a flinch from Diana and she lost control of the bike. A sudden pain in her legs like a million white-hot needles plagued her, but it was the sudden knock to her head that put her down.

I remember it like it was yesterday, maybe because it was yesterday. No, I’m just kidding. It was more like this summer. Not this coming summer but the last summer. And not the summer of the year 2016, but the one from this year, 2017.