Personal Narrative-Fiction

It was August and I went to the pet store to get a new dog. My previous dog ran away and I never saw him again. I knew this was going to be the dog because it was my third dog now so I know exactly how to train them. I showed the nice lady which one I wanted and she got me it. It was a really little chiwowa. I named him Paco because it rhymes with taco.

I went out the place and sat in her car. "Maybe some music will help me consume all of this." Sky clicks the radio on.

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Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us.

“Katherine will come around, she’s just embarrassed.” Irwin was leading Angela down into the downward sloping tunnels. She had to lean backwards as she walked to keep herself from falling forward.

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

Phyllis, looking for another beer moves closer to the target, slowly taping William on the shoulder. Exploiting a special smile, a little cleavage, and the stage is set, tilting the odds skyrocketing in her favor, all part of a routine designed to render her prey helpless. Once the Black Widow catches his attention he reacts as planned, slurring over his Scotch.

I probably just seem like a normal, dumb teenager looking to draw you in with a made up story, just to get a rise. Just to get a few minutes of attention. But my purpose here isn't to make you want to read my story; honestly, I couldn't care less if you stop reading after this point because you think this is all made up stuff. But who the hell would make up something as elaborate as this? Actually, I take that back. A lot of people could fabricate a story like this, probably a better one to be honest. But there's no way I can convince you that I'm telling the truth. I just need to get this story out. So keep reading, or don't. I really don't care.

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

Jade was sitting in the empty dark basement with her friends. Luke, Chelsey and June, they have been friends since the 3rd grade . It was late summer and it was too hot outside to do anything. No one could deny that they were bored out there mind. They were basically just staring at each other. “Well this has been nice...but this is extremely bored.” Chelsey groaned. Jade rolled her eyes. “Then what should we do?” Luke asked, obviously getting more bored. Jade thought about it for a second. “What about a board game?” She questioned. “Ummm.no ofence but bored games are boring hint the name BORD games” Then a dark smile graced upon her lips. “Fine, I know exactly what we could do” The she stood up from her 4 year old bing bag chair. “I’ll go get it”. Then she skipped up

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

Stomping up the stairs Nia yells, “ You’re not the boss of me!” And slams her bedroom door shut. Heavily breathing Nia grasped for air. Trying to control her breathing, she places her hand on her chest. Tears ride down her face quickly like a river flow. Not knowing how to stop Nia constantly wipes her face.

Alma couldn’t think of anything to say after that. As she lay on the pile of brush and blanket that were her bed, she thought of plenty. Luke was an annoying idiot compared to Gabe. She couldn’t continue the thought. The image of Gabe filled her senses, his tanned, smooth skin, black hypnotic eyes, his muscled, limber body. With the memory came the scent of him, the soft sweetness of his kisses, the tender way he made love to her.

Punka gently took the rat's gift to them, holding the precious candle in their hand instead of shuffling it directly into a pocket. Somehow, the texture felt nice. They just wanted to hold onto it and roll it around in their palm. /How cute!/ they thought. Not as many people were as privledged as them as to recieve gifts from rats. Star was a very special rat, no less. And although they had never seen the full extent of how much magic the rat held, they did know that a rat with any amount of magic was no ordinary rat. /Oh man, I should've brought Clementine along. She would've loved to play with Star,/ they thought. Clementine had asked them to come with, and there wouldn't have really been any trouble in it, but Punka wasn't sure of bringing a human to a witch's meeting. They'd actually felt kinda bad to say no, but would reconsiter for the next one.

What is something that continues to grow every second of each and every day? The answer to the question is the human population. The current human population is around 7.2 billion and is expected to grow by one billion in the next twelve years. Also, it is supposed to reach over nine billion by the year 2050. This may not seem like a big deal, but what many people do not think about is how we are going to feed all these people. With the population getting this big we will not only need more food, but we will also have to find new ways to grow it. The reason being is that when the population gets that big, people will need to have places to  live, and this will take away from farmland to grow on. With farmers having less farmland that means that they can not grow as many crops as they have in years prior. There is only one logical solution to the problems above. The solution is Genetically Modified Organisms (GMO). A genetically modified organism is where a scientist takes genetic tissue from one species and replaces it with the tissue of another. For example, they can take the genetic tissue from corn and replace it with genetic tissue from another plant like soybeans. They do this to allow plants to grow faster, produce more in smaller plots of land, help the environment, and to help plants thrive in certain environments.