Personal Narrative Essay: A Tragedy's Last Game

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

Just like any other game day, I drive to school and make sure I have all my uniforms and gloves, and load up on to the bus with my 20 best friends and hit the road. The day was perfect, in a way that was cloudy and a little breeze coming in, the game was in Georgetown and we had cancelled school, which means the entire town was coming to watch us play the most important game of our lives. So of course I was a mess of emotions, but that thirty minute bus ride was the best one yet, we were all getting in our own little game time zones but at the same time enjoying the moment and realizing we had made it to State. We hadn’t realized that we were making Salado history for soccer, we were just playing the sport we loved with the people who loved

It was the last game of the season my team has lost every game that season. Will we come out with a win? Our coach called timeout in the last two minutes of the game, he said

On the 407th floor of In-Gen Intergalactic a man paced around his room rapidly.He had a polished appearance and was dressed in crisp black robes. He had a firm complexion. There was something special about him. He walked in the centre of a vast white room and although he was small he was no less significant than the mountain of a man that sat across from him. It wasn't their robes that made them stand out, it was the look in their eyes. They were not men who were accustomed to difficulty. They were both strong-minded men who were in control. Today though, something had unsettled them. The larger man stood up quietly and walked silently towards a window from which he surveyed the empire he'd accumulated.

It was just a game. I didn’t know it was as bad as it was until about a year ago when I was crying alone in my room for days.

They had begun sword-fighting at the crack of the first light and didn’t cease until the sun was beginning to set. Karine’s muscles ached and her entire body was sweating from the exercise and the wolf skin cloak’s warmth. She could hear Septa Sira saying to her how princesses don’t sweat. Well, she was most certainly wrong. Despite the chill outside, sweat beaded from all of their brows, and the brothers had even dared to shed their animal skin cloaks to cool off. By the end of the day, both wore only their trousers and tunics.

"Since we are already passing through, let's go to Owen and Laura Beth's," my dad stated.

On a hot sunny day in Hyde Park there was a boy named Devin and he had a football game. Before the game he did his ritual where he had to have a scrimmage before every game to get warmed up. After an hour of warming up it was time to get ready for the game. When he was talking to friends and getting ready coach went up to him and said, “You're the best on the team I need you to do your thing, we're counting on you.”That comment had been stuck in his head so from there on he thought he had to put the team on his back.

“Welcome to Kentucky!” My father beams from the front seat as we pull into a large driveway, “Now darlin’ your aunt Margaret has been waiting’ all day for your arrival!” I swing my legs out of the car and feel the sticky warmth surround my parched legs like a tissue engulfed in snot.

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 to make my vision blurry but I just kept running. I had to find someone, anyone, it wasn’t going to end this way.

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 2end 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 are 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 did I do “. Then she went on a long rant about somehow it is all my fault that her dad went to jail. The truth is that her dad was buddy’s with my dad and her dad did some stuff and my dad being the good person he is took the blame so my dad went to jail for her dad. Her dad did something after my dad was already in jail so her dad was put into jail too. That night I walked home thinking about everything she said. I should of told someone then, but I didn't I locked it inside and crying myself to sleep every night.

“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 a reservation for some fancy dinner place for dad's fiftieth birthday,” I explained to him for the millionth time.

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.

“This is all your fault, Laela. How could you do this to me, to us… to your brother? You

To this day, I harbor vivid memories of the final moments leading up to our product launch. “Get ready - you have sixty seconds, and then we’re live,” the HSN cameraman called out amid a brightly-lit studio. He leaned toward me, my body just inches beyond the camera’s field of view. I was the only company representative on location, and the only respite for any technical issues that could render our portable, inkless printers non-functional. “Alright, you’re on!” He motioned to the set with a quick snap of the wrist, and I bolted.