Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story

I wasn’t but 6 years old when i found out that life wasn’t all that it cut out to be. Yeah I had always known that nobody was perfect but never that I would feel so empty. When I was 6 years old my mother and her girlfriend filed for custody for me so they could take me away from my home. They wanted to move to Connecticut that was 6 states away from Virginia, my home, my family,my friends, and all I have known. My father put up a fight and wouldn’t let me go he didn’t want me to go and I could never thank him enough for it. When the court date was set everybody was all stressed out and I had a lawyer that came and talked to me about once every two weeks about what I wanted and how the court would work. We saw each other for about two months right up till the court date came around then my mother wouldn’t let me see her anymore because she could tell I was getting upset.

It was a Saturday morning and it was game day. The game didn’t start until 12:00 and we didn’t have to be there 10:45 A.M. Once all of us got there and we finally got into the gym to shoot around and warm up, Alicia and I were talking about who St. Marys had all beaten. From who they had beaten, they sounded pretty good. After a while of shooting we started to stretch. Alicia, Hannah, and Emily were near me so I asked them why the other team wasn’t here yet. Emily said “I don’t know they normally are already here”. By this time Taylor Swift’s song came on which is Emily’s favorite singer. The song was “22” and Emily started to sing “We will just keep dancing like were 22”. Once we were done stretching we started to shoot

was driving home from physical therapy for my knee. It had been aching for the past few days. I had never felt a pain like it before, so I played it off as nothing. As soon as I hit the highway, I went underneath the Lowry Hill tunnel. I lost reception on my radio and I soon realized that it wasn’t just the tunnel that was making me lose my reception. A massive storm had loomed over my head. The sky was green and looked like it was turning sideways. Rain splattered against my windshield. Not just droplets of rain, but the ones that look like they had been shot out of a paintball gun. I immediately felt the wind blow my car to the right. I had to swerve hard to the left to avoid clipping a jeep that was next to me. Boy, were they in trouble. The jeep had it’s

Guess what my sister did this weekend? Last weekend was her last meet before counties. She did very well. I had so much fun watching her. There were sad moments though when the relay was lost by a split of a second, b. But I still thought it was fun since it was her last meet before winter.

I just want to start this off with saying I'm sorry for arguing and the attitude issues. Lastnight's not how I wanted to spend it. I didn't get a hug or a kiss, all I got was how did you do tonight as if money was the only thing you seemed to care about. Then you tell me to either get out of the car or go home and I said give me a minute because I was on my feet all night at work. And I didn't wanna,stand around the outside of the gas station. People always say never stop fighting for the person you want once you finally get them. And I feel like you don't want to fight for me because you have me now. You know you always tell me that you want the rayann that I was in st. Pete to come back it's hard for her to come back when the last couple of days/week we've done nothing but argue.

Malia gasped for breath as Dominic wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her hands coming up to grip hold of his hands as if afraid they would leave her at any moment. And loosing him now meant loosing her ability to breath. He was like air, forcablly filling her lungs and pushing life back into her shaking body. It was his fault she was feeling this, but he was the reason she felt strong enough to face it all.

The officer had me answer way too many questions making that day far worse than it needed to be he made me give a description of the killer and an overall summary of what had happened.

What a wonderful week, and way to end a transfer and begin a new one. I first wanted to say how grateful I am for this wonderful opportunity to be a missionary. It's been almost a year since I left beauty of California behind. Yet, there is something beautiful about the desert here in Arizona that I have truly come to appreciate.

I was on the verge of death, but death couldn’t catch me. It wasn’t a typical Friday. It was finals week, and that meant as soon as I got out of that last exam of my sophomore year I was off to meet my friends for lunch, followed by a party to celebrate completing another year and officially becoming junior. My friend, Michelle, along with her friend Josie, my sister, Armina and I were in my sisters car with the music all the way up and completely pumped to start our summer. We had just returned from Panera Bread and were on our way to the party. Thanks to having a senior sister, we went to a party where we ended up hanging out with an older crowd. As we drove up you could tell it was going to be wild. Cars and cars packed next to each other, there had to have been over 100 people there. I was

Tyler rose from the wooden pew he’d been sitting on. He could still feel a few tears pricking at his eyes, and he wiped them as he exited the church.

"I have the tracking skills of a dog, Alek. I can probably find any animal in the entire forest." She pulled off her sweater and handed it to me. For someone who looked so small and fragile, she was actually extremely tough. Her shirt was tight and the sleeves didn't stop until they reached her elbow. "Wake up the other two while I'm gone. It's about seven in the morning. Tell them where I went. Ask Kate to do the laundry. I'll be back in an hour."

It wasn't like she didn't know who Stiles Stilinski was, it was just that in all those years of school she had never approached the subject—never cared about him one way or the other. She fell into society's view of what a teenage girl should be and she became the popular girl who didn't outwardly associate with those that she believed to be beneath her, but the charade was exhausting. Lydia Martin was a very brilliant girl and she had a lot to offer, but she didn't always believe that much in herself on her own.

Healthy food had always been a part of my life that I was interested in but it was not until I walked into Happy and Hale that I realized the impact it would make. It was a normal weekend getting food on Ninth Street with my friends when I was standing on the sidewalk and looked across the street. I saw something I had never seen before which sparked my interest since I thought I knew Ninth Street like the back of my own hand. Looking up at a substantial sign that read “Happy + Hale” I felt the need to know more. My friends and I started walking towards the building which had wide open accordion doors that welcomed us in. We were welcomed by many friendly faces, one of them being the co-owner, Matt. “Hey, y’all! How are

Cesare Pavase once said "We dont remember days, we remember moments." How the day started out Im not sure. How it ended was the main idea. It was an almost summer day, and school was coming to an end. The night before I got grounded for a week so anything that was a planned, fun activity, i couldnt go to. Now this day was special because that specific day was the one day of the year where all the cast and crew of the Spring Musical came together and celebrated theyre reunion as one. Not being able to go was such a disappointment.

Mr. King pulled into a parking space directly in front of the CIU building. He turned to look at Quinn in the backseat. “We got a bad one today kiddo.” Quinn cut him off. “I know, I know. We got an attempted murder. Why are people so messed up?” Mr. King thought for a moment. “Well kiddo that is a question that will probably never get an answer. Sorry.” Mr. King chuckled and got out of the car. Noah and Quinn followed him into the CIU. “I don’t want my little sis going in there with a murderer.” Noah stared at Mr. King while they spoke alone in the corner. “She won’t be going in. He won’t even see her. She will behind glass where she can see him but he can’t see her.” Noah sighed of relief. Quinn could read his thoughts and they sounded terrified. She sent him a message with her mind. Calm down Noah, I’m fine. She knew he heard it when he turned to face her and smiled.