Personal Narrative Essay

Alison was sitting in the Rec Room at 2am the same night, staring out at the city. She didn't want to go to the roof, she couldn't go back to the roof. It reminded her of Noel, and Noel was gone. She sat on the window sill, with her legs pulled to her chest. She had been sitting there since she had taken a shower. It took forever for the water going down the drain to turn clear. She cried the whole time, to a point she was out of tears.

Day1: Today was my orientation day, I was given a green t-shirt with the champions logo on it to wear every sunday I volunteered for. I was expected to be there at 10:45. My hours were 10:45-12:30, 12;45 the latest depending on how long the service carried on for. When I come in I ought to watch over all the kids as they arrived one after the other. I had forms I had to take home and bring back in as well as a teacher handbook to complete.

When I was younger I was a killer. My mother would walk the aisles of the grocery store searching for our prey. She would single out the biggest in the pack, feel for the most tender, and strike. She’d fight with the other hunters for ownership of the animal, throw them in her cart, and carry it home to her young. Unlike the normal hunter, we had to prepare for our feast. With the meat in the center of our table surrounded by asparagus, mashed potatoes, and gravy, we prepared to pounce. “You may now eat”. Everyone grabbed and clawed for their piece. Snarling and refusing to talk, we shoved the mighty kill in our mouths. We were merciless. Our feast was over just as fast as it had begun. We wiped our mouths and put our murder utensils in the dishwasher, hoping to hide what had been done. The night continued casually, as if nothing wrong had been done.

Hello Mr. Garcia this is Sasha Arcaya id number 0039478 i was in the dance magnet and was going to be a 10th grader First i would like to ask to please hear me out. Around august 21 i switched schools to Southwest Miami senior high school and i deeply deeply deeply regret it. i dont belong in a school like that i am a very classy lady I DON'T act like most girls their, leaving MAS was the worst decision i have ever made in my life! I made my mother cry she hated southwest she thought that i was going to become a bad person. I had all of my friends at MAS when i started southwest the first day i got bulled really badly in mas i was at home. i honestly don't know why i left, i left for the JROTC program in southwest but is that really worth it?

On Thursday December 8th 2016, my friends and I were in Leah Zara Myers room who invited Andrew to join us. At approximately 23:30, my friends left the room for a short time leaving me and Andrew by ourselves. He made an inappropriate comment to me saying, “You don't realize how attractive you are to men, I just look at you and find you very attractive. I realize I'm making you uncomfortable, but I thought I'd tell you.” I thought this comment was bizarre, but just decided not to reply. At about 00:30, I went to bed and met my two friends in my room. As I left Leah's room, Andrew touched my elbow and asked me if I wanted him to walk me to my room. I said no and left the room. When I arrived back in my room, I told my one friend the strange

“5, 6, 7, and 8. Ok, see you tomorrow. Make sure to go over the steps and be ready,” the coach said. Walking to the side of the gym and picking up my bag, I looked to my left to see if my cousin was ready to go. As I get into the car, my cousin and I talk about how practicing for tryout went. You could hear the excitement in my voice as I tell about the moves we went over. How every step and every turn made the dance come together. Going home, I started my homework later than when I usually do because of practicing the moves over and over. The next couple of days went very smoothly for me. I still remembered the dance moves, finished all my work, and still was able to have a social life until the weekend came.

Half the class nodded off to sleep as our calculus teacher reviewed that night’s homework before the bell dismissed the class. Rumors about a junior and senior class assembly loomed through the halls, but the rumors lacked specific details. Of course we would have an assembly on the one and only day my best friend, Isabelle, was absent. It seemed odd, though. Just the night before she told me she would be tired at school the next day due to her family’s recent move. I assured myself that she stayed home that day, but I could not shake the eerie feeling.

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

If you were in the store and you see some old lady gets her money taken.The boy starts running away would you speak up or stay silence? Well let me tell you the whole story. I woke up and turned on the news that there have been a lot more crimes in maryland the past few weeks I could not find any nice clothes to wear. I had to go to the store to find new clothes. So i called up Ethan to say I would be a little late because I had to find new clothes.Ethan said its ok because I need some to. I was driving with Ethan And we were talking about the cake,location, and decoration. We were hungry so we went to ihop. I had the original short stack buttermilk pancakes. Ethan got the Strawberry Banana Pancakes. We left ihop got in my car and went on

She felt better than she had the first week, where she’d just cried herself into a stupor and ate tub upon tub of ice cream. Her father had called her and talked to her. It was that call that made her even strong enough to go back.

All of the color in Gina’s face vanished, dumbfounded, she began to weep so overpoweringly that it spewed over the music playing throughout the shop. The more she cried the more Gina thought about all of the time that she had deprived both of them from, about lying on the old worn cot that night, and evicting the only child that her body would be able to carry. Suddenly comforted by Phil’s warm embrace, Gina remembered where she was again. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she gazed up at him only to burst into more tears. “I am so very sorry”, she cried, throwing her arms wildly around his neck, as if to hold him for dear life. Pulling her away, Phil looked her sternly in the

I sat in that cold dark room, getting maybe 2 hours of sleep every now and then but i had no way to tell how long it had been. When i got hungry i would eat the smashed food off the floor. When i was thirsty i drank the water that dripped out of the pipes above me. Once i ran out of the remanence of the food i had nothing to eat. I sat there hoping he would bring me something, even if it was nothing more than a piece of bread of fruit. I got so hungry i began to ration the bars of soap and minty toothpaste. The taste was very unpleasant and it made me sick to my stomach but at least i wasn't starving. Any time i had to use the bathroom i would move as far right at the chain would let me go and i would go to the bathroom. Then i would go back as far left as possible and sit back down. There were no vents in the basement. Just one hole in the wall where some piping broke off. That the only way air got in and out so the smell in the

She slowly walked down the stairs to get the door. She took a deep breath with every step she took, as she put her hand on the knob she felt

Childhood and Adolescence for Susan. Susan was born in 1960, into a poor farming family who lived on the outskirts of a growing suburban area. Her mother was only 15 when her parents married, and Susan was the second born child, younger to just one older sibling, a 4 year old sister. Later, her parents would have 3 more children, 2 sons and another daughter. Her father worked for a steel-mill, but the family farmed for the majority of their needs, which Susan describes as fairly common for that time and geographic area. Looking back, Susan knows the family was poor, but she says it never felt that way, stating that they had plenty to do and that they were blessed with the animals and a pool. She fondly remembers playing, laughing, and even

Walking across the smooth, pine, hardwood floors and up the cream colored, just-steamed carpets brought back memories, but Phillipa wouldn’t allow herself to reminisce now. Kat had called her here for a reason, though she sounded unbelievably distant due to her raging fever, and Phillipa had to fulfill her duty as a best friend; they take care of each other when they’re at their best, and their worst. Kat was currently at her worst, and home alone. Moreover, because Kat was too ill to care for herself, Phillipa would have to take over for Kat’s extremely inattentive parents, as was the norm in their friendship. Kat’s parents worked in the city; her father, an engineer for a big manufacturing company, and her mother; an art director.