Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

I will start this off with an introduction. I am Kelly Rose Keschner, an incoming sophomore in Highschool. I would say I get pretty good grades and try so hard in school to prove to myself and my peers that I am a very good student despite what has happened to me.

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see it. Wyatt carries the priceless shark tooth necklace she gave him, locked away somewhere unknown. Hannah carries the cheap but meaningful books that she gave her, unread but still valued. Her mother carries the candy she gave her, hard but sweet, a reflection of her soul. Something they all carried in common, was that they all carried something that was given; taking turns, they carried pieces of her shattered heart.

I think about it for a moment. "Thanks for the offer babe, but I'd rather fly this one solo" I reply to him.

It was a hot sweltering Saturday in August, August twenty-seventh to be exact. I remember waking up that morning with my stomach in knots we were to play the Hot Springs Bison. Sure, I played JV last year and practiced all summer with the first team but now all the hot god awful gut ranching two a day practices were about to pay off.

If you were to ask me why I love running the hurdles you would probably expect to hear this long story about this life changing event that happened to me which made me love running, but that’s not the case. In high school I was on the shuttle hurdle team, I wasn’t the best nor the worst, but I was the most motivated. Everyday I went to practice and pushed myself to the point were my coach would make me stop. I wasn’t motivated to be the best nor to win every race. I was motivated by the thought of going to state or even winning state.

Every year I go on my boat to various places. However this year was special because it was the year that my parents trusted me more. It was the year that I turned thirteen There is a law by which when an individual turns thirteen, they don’t have to wear life preservers anymore and they are allowed to drive small boats on their own. A little while back, I got my boater's license which allowed me to drive jet skis and engines above fifteen horsepower.

Her small green eyes glance up into her rearview mirror. The whites of her eyes have turned a pale red and the apparent vividness of them has grown dull due to hours of crying. The air is hot and musty from the small black car’s hours of sunbathing so the cold air blows steadily onto her tear stained face. Her eyelashes are stuck together and her dark hair is plastered to her head as if she had just came up for air in the water. She cranks up her music to drown out the shallow breaths escaping her weak body. Her mind persistently repeated one thing. “Why.”

"What to do," said the Sea God wearily. Poseidon sat on his throne with a bored expression on his face. " What to do!" he said again, "I know!" he exclaimed, "I can create a new sea animal!" he said with an excited expression on his face. Poseidon looked down at his pet whale and asked him, "What do you think I should make Rudy!" he asked,

I had never felt so relieved once I was outside of that house. It almost felt as good as the Saturday the week of my high school graduation. The feeling of some great weight being lifted off my shoulders when I sat in my seat on the bus on my way out of my home state to college was so overwhelming that I had cried. Some of those on the bus spoke soothing words to me, but for the wrong reason. I wasn't crying because I was leaving home, I was crying because I was happy to be able to escape and unbelievable horrendous daily existence. My nightmare had finally come to an end, so I had believed.

It was a chilly morning down in the little town of Nelsonville, Ohio. The light of the day slowly overwhelming the darkness of the night. I am sitting by the window of a restaurant I never knew would mean so much to me. With a man who I never thought would leave. At the same time I was baffled by the brightness of the morning sun. This day I still come back to if I need a moment of silence or a burst of inspiration, but I never knew a memory could hurt and have a amazing sensation at the same time.

Being excited all day, I ran home as fast as I could wind in my braids my shoes were getting stained, people were looking at me like I was on fire. My mom didn’t want me to go but me and my dad thought it was time for me to have my first night out without my parents. I was so scared but so excited at the same time. I ripped off my ugly school uniform and hoped in the shower. My worrying mom yelled out all the ''don't leave the movies and don’t talk to strangers or boys ''rules. As I put random stuff in my bag I texted my friend to come pick me up. As we all three arrived at the movie we three teen girls gossiped and got snacks while we waited for the movie to start. The scary movie was good and now we were waiting for are ride back