Personal Narrative: Feed Up

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

On November 19th, 2016, My family and I were going to Western Michigan University. We were heading off to watch the football and hockey game, my father told me it would take a few hours. Hours went flying by it felt like we were in a race car, we finally arrived hours later. We went straight to the dining area, it smelled like fresh made pasta and many more thrilling smells. As we made our way through the crowd, we found a table to sit at. Afterwards when we found a seat, we went darting off in many directions to look at all the food stations. Few minutes passed by when we all swarm like bees back to the table. We all seated and started eating, we talked about what we got for food.

I put on a pair of jeans and walk downstairs into the dining room, there was a plate with frijoles, chorizo and tortillas waiting for me. My grandmother brings me my favorite drink, homemade chocolate milk. I sit down and across from me is my cousin Lesly. She was bored, she always was.

There I was sitting at the table eating what the nuns like to call food what just looked like to me slop I was sitting with my friend Felix. He came across a carrot and it was a full-size carrot he just sat there and stared at it not even touching it if he did not hurry up and I was going to grab it and eat it.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

After we got home, I was thankful to finally eat supper. Hot dogs and chips had never tasted so

Dad gave me smile while gently rubbing my back and said "come on, let's have dinner" dad whisper chirpily and I nodded my head ceaseless with a grin.

Then, we ate breakfast. After that,all of the bands had met up at the basketball to perform. We were the second band to perform because, I was in the best band for my grade. Then we ate pizza and got the whole cherokee county group back together and got in a car to go

I opened the fridge and found the leftovers of my burrito that I didn’t finish last night. I finished that up and got ready. After an hour I got ready in my basketball clothes and went with my mom to play the game, even though my stomach was not agreeing with my choice of plans.

We took Jackie's uncle to the airport and went to see her aunt Brenda. For lunch we stopped at a little shack and got boudin balls, the first day was just trying new foods that I’d never heard of, but they were absolutely amazing! Jackie’s grandma made crawfish fettuccine for dinner and gripe gave us some homemade wine and we called it a day and went to bed

We ate and stuff then went to check on Bob Hall again to see what he was doing and,

An hour had passed already. My legs are sore. Police Officers came back with food for the pregnant women. I take an apple and begin to eat it. I give my mother a sandwich. The sandwich turns out to be

After almost 30 full minutes of talking, I could hear all of my guests’ stomachs growling Thank the heavens, the food came. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the food, especially Marie and

As the blood was dripping from Katherine neck I felt an oozing pain in my body. Looked over at Jacob, he smiled. My first drink of the year and I already felt guilt for what I had done. I didn’t like the new me, I didn’t like the way it made me feel. All my emotions were spinning in my head and my body I just can`t handle the pain.

Every day I go over to my best friend Michael's house because he is like two houses away. Sure we may get in a lot of trouble, but it is all just in good fun. One day last summer me, and Michael were riding around on our bikes and found a bunch of cardboard boxes. We swiftly rode back home and did what any kid would do with a cardboard box...we built a fort with it. We built the fort on his new wet deck near the beautiful shiny pool.