Personal Narrative Essay : A Story Of A Story

“Mom, dad?” I called. “Jason, Seth, Anyone?” I called again, but no one replied. There I was all alone, my legs were buried in the warm sand. All I could see was waves as high as skyscrapers and the crowded hotel behind me. My heart stopped. I couldn’t help but shed a tear as I started freakishly started running around everywhere looking for my missing parents. In a country I didn’t know, all by myself. They wouldn’t leave me here all alone, I knew they wouldn’t, I just knew it. My tears started

This weekend was going to be the best one of the summer I could feel it. The sun shining bright made just perfect for swimming. Then the nights would be marvelous for firework watching and stargazing. I couldn't wait for the next day as it will be an exciting adventure but Ella and I always go on adventures. Knowing all of this I could tell it was going to be a great 4th of July with Ella especially since we were going to go camping. Which is we're Ella and I have had some of our best adventures

“Not again!,” I moaned, looking into the mirror. I was examining my face, touching all the red, wet, eczema above my eyes. “Come on!” my brother screamed. It was a Saturday morning. He was playing video games, being attracted to tech, and basically other teenager stuff. Him yelling at the TV reminded me that it was the weekend. I’ll just play video games. That will keep me distracted. I went to the PS4, and started playing. A huge

When I was Bullied I am going to write my personal narrative about when I was bullied by a girl named Anna which is not her real name but I will tell the story using a different name for her. So it all started when we were like in 2nd grade. I happen to walk into Rickers when she was in there and I guess she was mad because her grandma told her stuff that was not true about our dad’s. So she took it all out on me for years. She said stuff like you B word and other cuss words. I was like “ What

It’s February 12th, a cold, snowy day. I run into my mom’s room because I heard her scream. When I get there I see her on her back in pain. I’m dumfounded, I just there paralyzed, until I hear her say “Call 911, jack”. I run and get the phone, I dial 911. “911 what’s your emergency?” “My mom is one the ground in pain.” I answered. Twenty minutes later, they put my mom in a hospital bed. I get in the ambulance with her. “I’m going to be ok,” But I didn’t think it was going to be ok. When we got

She obviously hates me, she has no other reason to do something like this to me. Why this quickly? Why couldn’t she let me know about this a month ago? Now I have to go somewhere that I don’t know anything about. I don’t know anyone there, including my own Nana! I haven’t seen her since I was six, and she doesn’t know anything about me. I opened my bedroom door to grab the suitcase, and there she was. My mother was standing there, staring at me with a blank stare waiting for me to open the

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

Stuck “You know that this building is like 110 stories high? If you fell you would definitely die.” “Shut up, I'm missing school for dad’s birthday so I don't want to be learning anything new today,” I explain to my annoying little brother Jake.“ Dad says that there are at least three cables holding the elevator up so we should be fine,” Jake stated. “Why does mom get to stay on the ground again; and we are going up to the 85th floor?” Jake asked for the millionth time. “Because she is placing

"Since we are already passing through, let's go to Owen and Laura Beth's," my dad stated. "Do we have to? I mean it’s already 8 o'clock," I questioned. "Yeah I want to go. What else is there to do?" my brother replied. " It doesn’t matter to me," my mom answered. As soon as we got there my brother and I darted upstairs to play with Owens son, Daniel. Trenton, my brother, made up a game where he asked questions and if we got the answer wrong then he swatted a broom at us. Daniel and I decided

I wouldn’t say I’m spoiled, just fortunate I married a generous man, and live in a gated community. Jerry and I married four years ago and we hadn’t yet started a family. Earlier, he joined his best friend, Tony in the J&T Real Estate Office. Now we were living the American Dream, a home, a prosperous business and money in the bank until my nosey neighbor, Mrs. Kennedy stopped by, she wasted no time letting me know Jerry was a cheater. “I watched him sneak into one of those sleazy motels on Hill