Personal Narrative Essay: Amanda's Coal House

As I sat in my fourth grade English class listening to my teacher tell me "you have a book report due in just two short weeks" and I thought to myself how am I ever going to do this? I have never been a good writer and I have no idea where to begin explaining the book "Little House on The Praire" and presenting it in front of the class without being embaressed as all get out.The day went on as I thought about it more and more the bell rang. I ran out to my mom's car and stated "Mom I have a book report due in just two short weeks and I cant do it. She said "why not honey" I said " Im just not s good enough writer" She said " yes you are and yes you can and you will do a fantastic job at it. That is when I realized I am a writer.

I grew(verb) up in a community called Tradesville(noun) located in Lancaster South Carolina. When ever your in Tadesville you know you are home once have you seen the green(adjective)grass near the tabernacle church and(conjunction) the old 1920's looking house near the church. One thing I(pronoun) remember growing up in Tradesville was in the spring time you could smell the freshly(adverb) cut pasture next to my house and the pallin blowing around in the spring air. When I was a little boy during the summer or early spring I would often play under the shade tree in the back yard. I remember it like it was yesterday. My favorite place to play was also in the front yard digging with my dad's shovel and smelling the

Things changed quickly in Ashley Brawley's house when she smelled smoke while she was blow drying her hair, but the burning smell wasn't coming from the bathroom she was in, and it didn't have anything to do with her hair.

It was a cold pretty windy night in Forest City. I was in 7th grade and I was staying at my best friend at the time Haley’s house. She also had Daelynn over but we won't really as good as friends. I remember the exact time when we thought of this amazing idea. It was 11:56 at night and daelynn has been smoking weed for awhile and she thought she needed some so she asked us. “Why don’t we call Jordan and ask him and Andrew if we could buy some weed from them.” Now at this point I was ready. I was preparing myself to do this crazy thing that we were about to do. Haley and I agreed to it and so she called Jordan over with his best friend Andrew. By this time it was about 12:08. They said they would but we would have to meet them at the courthouse

At one point in anybody’s life, they realize that it is better to buy for you friends and family, not yourself. As a matter of fact, you might find that buying for your family and friends has a better result than buying for yourself. Even though I had my own money, I decided that I should get something for my whole family, not myself.

I was walking to Hayley’s house one day, the air was cool, the clouds were out and so was the sun. It was a perfect day to ride my longboard and to hangout with Hayley.

“It sounds as though someone is in the kitchen. I will call the police. You stay here and don’t make a sound until I return.” Andrew put on his robe and shoes and tiptoed out of the room. Margaret waited a few minutes before deciding she wanted to see what was going on downstairs. Putting on her robe, and went out into the hallway, to listen. When she was unable to hear anything, she went down the hall and stopped at the top of the stairway.

“Well, I should get going.” Tovi yawned, “I don’t want to fall asleep on the train.” She got up as another train entered the station, “I hope things get better for you,” she said, then turned and walked farther down the platform toward the front of the train.

I did a terrible thing one summer. I killed a cat. It was the summer of my sophomore year. My friends and I hung out a lot at the Shack. The Shack is a cool place right outside of town. We hung out at the Shack everyday that summer. The Shack is just a place, and there isn't actually a building there. One really hot day, we were out at the shack hanging out. We all decided that we should go back into town to get drinks, because it was too hot. We all went into town except for Ford. Ford is one of the dumber ones in my crew. He's always doing stupid things and getting himself into trouble. The rest of went into town and bought lemonade. Lemonade is one of the best drinks to have in the summer especially if it's cold. On the way back out to

Coach Burns gave the Porters and we free passes to the game. My sister Julie and me decided to make use of them. The Porters and we made plans to go together. Since they lived farther from the stadium than us, they were going to pick us up. They did not put the stadium within walking distance, unfortunately. While Julie and I stood waiting at the curb, John and Laura Johnson drove up and offered to take us to the stadium.

Around the block from my home stands what my family refers to as “The House on Maple Street.” Last night while eating dinner, this house became a topic of discussion. My family thought that there was something strange about this house, but we just couldn’t put our finger on it. We developed three different theories about what could be going on.

1998 10:00pm it was the month of November it was the month of Thanksgiving there was a cabin in the middle of nowhere most people say that the house was abandoned but people say they see the light on.Come to find out it is abandoned other people told the detective which is Detective phillips they told him about the mysterious cabin.I told him before and two weeks later he told me there was nothing wrong or mysterious about the cabin.

The dinging of Cheyenne's phone rang throughout her room and I jumped. The room had been so quiet up until then.

At the joining corner of the Crandall’s lot was this apple tree along the recess of her property, I wanted one of those apples, searching around I discovered a long metal pole lying in the overgrown grass behind our garage. Sliding through the barbed wire fence, I tried my best to tap down an apple; the pole was much too heavy. Mrs. Crandall’s home sits further back on the property and the garage sit a ways down from the home closer to where I was. Suddenly, her third husband came outward from the garage, insisting that I do not attempt to eat those kind of apples; they were bitter, he explained. Approaching towards me with his hands inside his pocket describing the difference in apples. Now standing beside me, softly and gently stated, “You

When I met Ashley, she dug her nails into my arm, and whacked her head on my shoulder. My initial reaction to the gesture was, “Great, all I’m going to get out of this week is scratches and bruises.” Little did I know, meeting Ashley would inspire me to live my life differently.