Personal Narrative Essay : A Trip To A High School Party

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

During the summer I moved to Houston with expectation of a bigger and better life. In this I met a man, his name was Chase and he was tall and very handsome. We exchanged our information and continued to stay in touch, as we talked we began to develop feelings for one another. The passion grow between us, the good and the bad and I felt as though it was something that I couldn’t get with anyone else. Chase understood me and seemed to know everything that I was thinking before I could even form the words to say my thoughts. We spent endless nights together and I felt completely safe in his presence, but he was poison and I didn’t know it yet. I was warned by my very good friend Jordan that my feelings toward Chase would soon

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

It was the last day of school and John Anderson was finishing his freshmen year at Alkaline High School in Orlando Florida. It was the weekend before the last week of school and John was invited to a friend’s end of the year party at his country club. John was well aware that the party was going to be out of control and was in on whatever happened. John eventually arrived and was the last one to arrive and walked into a wild environment of more than 100 of his closest piers. The music was blasting but it wasn’t your traditional party rock music, but classical jazz. Somehow the party was still loud and full of crazy girls and energy filled boys. The main reason for why the boys were so hyped up was because there was an extreme dare that nobody

The next morning, I headed outside to check for mail, and found a neon green Post-It note on my door. It read: "Text me? :) 213-455-2342 - Josh p.s: I hope you have most of your boxes unpacked" I tore it down and input his phone number. I had to keep unpacking, but I'd text him later. It felt kinda stupid to text someone who lived right next door, but I rolled with it. Again, I watched the sunset outside, but this time, no Josh to freak me out. I prepared some tea and sat down to unpack some more.

Once again, I get butterflies in my stomach. We spit the toothpaste into the sink once we were done brushing our teeth. Marcus grabbed my hand without saying a word and took me to the bed and we both sat down. “Hey is everything Okay?” I asked. “No” Marcus paused “Everything is fine but I want to say that I would love to take you on another date sometime! Do you want to?” “Yes, of course I would love to go on another date with I you and a million more times.” I said smiling at him. Marcus smiled back at me. “Perfect! Let's go!” Marcus said “Go where?” I asked. Marcus smiled and did not reply. He grabbed my hand and left the hotel room. We leave the hotel and get outside. Marcus is looking in all

As a wimpy, averaged height, sixteen-year old girl in the 10th grade, I experienced betrayal from one of my closest friends. It all started on the fifteenth day of May. It was approximately 6:00 a.m. I was still knocked out like Tyson knocked out his opponent, in my twin sized bed, underneath my solid, hot pink comforter that kept me warm like an oven after baking chocolate chip cookies. I had an alarm set for 6:15 a.m to wake up and get dressed for hell; another word used to describe school. As my alarm went off, I rose up quickly and put on my pink, medium sized house slippers and proceeded to my bathroom to freshen up. I was quite elated about starting my day only because I was celebrating my sweet sixteen party the next day, which was the 16th day of May. I always dreamed of having a sweet 16 party because as a little girl, I always watched MTV’s, “My Super Sweet 16” show and would have wild imaginations about how my party would be if I had one. I always dreamed of having an 8-layered cake, covered in sparkling diamonds with multiple sweet flavors inside and 10 luxury cars with a cherry blossom scent in each one. My actual birthday was May 11th, but I could not throw a party on a school night, so I had to wait for the following weekend. As I walked out of the bathroom, I went back into my polka dotted room and then reached over to grab my rectangular shaped, rose gold iPhone off of my night stand to check the time and it was currently 6:35 a.m. I was in a rush because

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.

Things between Marcus and I has been perfect the last seven months. Marcus took care of the police as a gift of me quitting hustling. I have to admit me stepping down has been the best decision I ever made. In a sense, me and Marcus has gotten closer since all this happened. In addition to our happiness, business for both of us is better than it’s ever been. After stepping down from the drug game, Marcus expanded by adding my guys to his team. My boutiques are booming right now. Life for me is perfect; I finally got what I always wanted.

"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.

When we were little, especially with older siblings, something like drinking at a party seemed so sinister. I told myself that would never be me, and I really believed it. When you grow up, even just a few years, you learn more about how the world works and some things become more clear. You learn how businesses run and how the government works. Criminals and terrorists cover the television screen on the nightly news. Your friends from middle school grow up and some go to college and some fall addicted to heroin. Drugs become common and drinking at a party does not seem like the worst thing in the world. Hell, drinking at a party is not the worst thing in the world; at least not until you get busted by the cops.