Personal Narrative Essay: America's Next Top Model

My childhood was just like every other average child's. I wasn’t spoiled and I didn’t go on lavish vacations or anything. I was disciplined and I threw fits but never the less, I was loved.

“Everybody is a hero in their own story if you just look”~Maeve Binchy He has nice hair, a little tall, very nice, and generous. The hardest thing that i went through during school was a little game we were playing in Science call “Save Fred!”. Brandon was my partner because the game required teamwork. I was doing my own thing at first, trying to get fred off the boat and flip the boat over then put him back in. Brandon, at the same time, was getting the life jacket.

As a child, you often get asked what you want to be when you grow up, most children say a princess or a superhero. I always said i wanted to be a supermodel, silly right? I was always the odd one out. Everyone thought i was weird because what child was obsessed with the idea of being a model? well, if you are wondering why it's because i thought i was perfect and had the potential to be the models on tv.

I brought my good friend and older sister to my favorite live show since I was 8, America’s Got Talent. Every Tuesday and Wednesday, we would sit my living room, yelling at the flatscreen at our favorite acts and stuffing our mouths with buttered popcorn. My sister had only scored the tickets that morning, so it was kind of a hassle to get ready and leave the house as soon as possible. We stood in the line for an hour or so. The blue sky was shielded with dark clouds; the air was still damp and thick. Across the street was a model in a photoshoot. She would step off the sidewalk while looking behind her, then step back up to do it again. We watched her do it a good 35 times. A little further down was a few guys dumping counterfeit designer

I cannot remember any moment throughout the night where I looked over and saw anything other than a smile spread across his face. At one point, he and I were dancing with a group of friends; Trey stopped me mid-Macarena, grabbed my hand, and pulled me away from the source of the booming music to have a chat. He told me his entire life story: from how he looked up to his older sisters to how he wanted to dance normally with everybody else around him. Once finished, he wished to learn everything there was to know about me. “Tell me about yourself,” Trey said, scooting closer to me on the bench. I chuckled and told him I had a big family, enjoyed school, and liked the color blue. “No, really tell me about yourself. Tell me about your friends, your beliefs...” and so I

I watched Peyton get out of bed. I pretended to be asleep as I watched her change her clothes. I wasn't watching her in a sexual manner, I just loved the way her skin looked in this lighting. She was so pale and curvy, healthy too. The light laid over her pale skin, and her shadow twisted with her as she pulled her shirt off. What was that word she told me? Beautiful. That's what she was.

As a young child, I have always had a passion to sing. My mother always told me “You are just wasting your time, Justin.” I signed up for many singing competitions, along with spent my nights practicing and writing songs. Although I was discouraged by many, I never lost the determination to make a career out of my voice. One summer evening, when I was sixteen years old, the opportunity of a lifetime was presented to me. I was sitting on my couch watching the local news. The news broadcaster announced that they were having a Burnsville’s Got Talent, and that the winner would get to meet a record producer. I knew this was my time to show the world how good I actually was.

My boyfriend is truly one of a kind. He’s name is Josh, and I swear he is perfect. You could argue with me and say he is

The duo sped through back roads of their little shore town, belting 90’s country music at the top of their lungs. The doors of his black 2002 jeep were off and the top was down so the warm summer air surrounded them on their drive. The breeze swept her long blonde hair out of her freckled face and into the salty sea air. Brennan admired the way she left it to lay naturally as opposed to many other girls, but he knew she was never one to do as others did. Her bright blue eyes captivated him, drawing him in time and time again. Her face was beautifully fresh, free of any makeup or blemishes. He preferred to see her this way, anyway. Her ratty soccer tee shirt hung off her bare shoulders, concealing her plain black bikini top. The sun

These two characteristics should always be present in a parent who loves his or her offspring because it helps the child grow up in a place full of love and support that will make them have a happy life. For example, ever since I can remember, my mother has always been there for me when I most needed it. She helped me through some of the most toughest times of my life like when my dog died. I was very close to my dog, and I was the most affected in the family because I was the one who always took care of him and spent the most time with. She showed me support by always being there when I broke down crying. My mother was always there telling me how everything was going to be alright, and that she loved very much.

It was lust at first sight. His face, his laugh, his body. Everything about him drew me in, matching a moth to a flame. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch who I am inside, but he can’t.

“Oh, shut it,” Brandon said and pushed Cary’s face gently. “You don’t know me, boy.” He talked in his deep, dominate voice, the voice he used in the bedroom.

There was something about him; those dark brown mysterious breathtaking eyes. She didn't know who he was, but she felt something that Leslie hadn't in quite a long time. It only lasted for the moment, yet he is someone she wouldn't be forgetting any time

 He was a ride. It was the best way to describe him, from the first time I heard of him to the last time I saw him. He wasn't,t gorgeous. There was never anything gorgeous about him. When we made love the first time in the field when we were drunk, especially me, and I didn't really know what was happening, only his weight and wanting to get sick@ I felt terrible after it, scared and soggy, guilty and

The little things my mom did for me was she always calls me right after school and asks me how my day at school went or how I felt. I always looked forward to when my mom called me. Another little thing she would do is she ask me if I ever wanted anything for her to buy. I would always crave a donut or iced coffee or just in general food. I never noticed how no matter what weather it was she would always ask me if I wanted anything. I would never noticed when I asked for an iced coffee in the winter she would never complain on how already her hands were freezing and imagine your hands so cold and carrying ice coffee with snow in your face. I never genuinely appreciated how mom never complained on how cold she was, and she does all these kinds of things as in of how much love she has for me.