Personal Narrative: Finding Out

Zombies have been a pop culture icon for years. Whether it be video games like Call of Duty or making people feel nervous for a potential zombie apocalypse, the zombie has become one of the most recognizable pop culture figures. The rise of zombies as a frightening creature can be related a real-world issue. In this essay I will dispute that zombies have changed over time and that there is a distinct connection between the way zombies are portrayed and the way the world looks at the lower economic class.

‘’I was on my way to back to school night I was extremely nervous to meet my teacher and when I got there I heard Andrew then I turned around and…’’ One time when I was in second grade I was on my way to back to school night I went to meet my teacher her name was Ms. Pepler. She was nice at helping me put my stuff in my desk but I thought she would be meaner in the school year so when me and my mom got back in the car I said ‘’I think Ms. pepler is going to be mean this year.’’ My mom said ‘’ she seemed really nice at back to school night’’ then I said maybe you're right.’’ Now it is the first day of school and I was nervous because I thought I had a mean teacher and I didn't have any friends it was just me and my cousin. The first day of

I hugged Bruno, our bouncy boxer, goodbye as he headbutted me and doused my face with his sloppy, sandpaper tongue. Then I hugged Bruno’s sidekick, Edi, our just-as-bouncy Jack Russell Terrier. They didn’t know this would be the last moment we would be together for a long time.

I've never had to write a personal narrative before. Nor do I like to. Personally, I've always just tried to forget a lot that goes on around me. I hate diary entries and journaling. The closest I've come to any of it is writing poems. They were never any good though. Mostly talking about teenage angst or what I think the color green would taste like. But some of them were like stories. Stories about my friends, and about dreams.

That morning had begun just like any other, or so I believed. It was a cold winter morning, a school day, and I was 14 years old, getting up to get ready for school. It was while I went about my routine that I realized my parents were nowhere to be found. I was immediately concerned and searched the entire house for them before frantically running to our neighbors and beating on the door, desperate for an answer. When I managed to explain that my parents were gone he told me to come along in his car. Concerned, and fearing what was about to happen, I went with him, feeling even more frantic when I realized we had arrived at the hospital.

On some days, the alarm that I used to have beside my clock are the chirping birds outside. They seem to have taken pleasure of my endless complaining of wanting to go back to bed and not having to get up and do my morning routine. I dreaded waking up in the early morning for school. Where the sun has yet risen and the sky is still dark. I was leaning my head against the car window where my eyes was half lidded as they were fighting to stay awake. I keep having these in my head that repeated itself over and over again since yesterday. They always seem to have the desire to voice out the words, but I kept my mouth shut and reluctantly listened to my dad’s endless questions about whether I’m excited for school or not however I took note that

Fragments. I was fragmented and slowly being tugged by threads. As I moved along the filaments, a voice, deep and melodious, urged me on. The consonants and the vowels were repetitious and at the same time comforting. In a timeless manner I became aware that my eyes were open and someone was standing in front of me. The nonsensical sounds sparked some recognition.

This I believe that there is a God, and he is watching over us, and helping us everyday with the problems of everyday life, whether it be an illness, break-up, school pressure, and even helping people make the right choices in life, because some people face greater consequences for things they done in the moment and didn't think of the consequences or what would happen if they did something they knew that was wrong but, didn’t think about the possible consequences of their choices.

At the sudden ringing of the school bell, Yuyuki quietly stood up with the rest of her class and faced the front of the classroom and bowed, following the teacher's example. She stuffed the test paper she was handed back into her book bag and prepared to leave when a couple of her classmates tapped her on the way out.

The evening before school, Edwin was gathering his supplies and selecting what he wants to wear. His father asks him why he had been acting so strange. Edwin glanced at his father with a grimace. His father tried to shake it off and ignore the rude remark. A few seconds passed and his father left the room.

This is a story how my life changed dramatically at the age of fifteen. It all started On February 16, 2006, in a small country called Guyana. It was a rainy day, when all of a sudden I heard a loud knock on the door bang! Bang! It was the mailman with a package for my mom; in the package had a letter with my name on it. Mother yelled “come here nekita read this for me” As I opened the letter, I was a bit curious as to what might be inside, so I began to read when I said “oh my god mom it’s from the embassy” suddenly there were a scared look on my mother’s face. “She said continue reading Nekita” the letter said I had an appointment to go into the embassy to collect my visa to come live with my dad and there were a few things we needing to

Being quiet was never easy. During my elementary school days, I was told to speak up and that continued into middle school. On most school open houses, my parents would get the message that I needed to participate more. Although this may be true, I am completely different at home. I was loud. I was foolish. I always found a way to provide laughter in the house, but I didn’t know where I stood outside the house. I wasn’t quiet because I wanted to, it was because I was scared of the reactions. My worst fear in class was being called on since I didn’t know whether my response would be good or bad. To add on, I always knew what the other person was thinking. I was always good at reading into tones and expressions. Everything changed in the eighth

One day i was in class and I was doing my homework.Somebody was running really fast and the teacher yelled at him he got mad and threw a book.Suddenly I was knocked out…...I was on an island.

I was confused, but that was soon overpowered by how excited I was.We never had family meetings, so, I thought that whatever we were going to talk about would be fun news, such as vacation, or plan that we were making. Instead, I only heard the three worst words that could have been said, “We are moving,”. A million things were going through my mind at once, where, when, why, what about my friends, I don't want to. No one made a noise at first, my brother, sister, and I all sat there silent, in shock. I looked down onto the soft beige couch, because I couldn’t let my family see the warm tears rolling down my face. “No, I don’t want to.” said my six year old brother. He was only in first grade, so moving to a new school would barley affect him. In that moment I was only thinking about myself, I was going to lose all my friends, sports teams that I had been with for years, even something like my room. My dad explained to us that we had to move closer to his work, the drive was becoming to far for him, and it would make things easier. At this point I couldn’t hold my feelings in any longer, my life had just changed completely in just one

I woke up from a loud knock from my front door. I examined the clock and it read 11:00 p.m. " Seriously!? This is the time the deliverer comes?! ". I trudged down stairs weary in my pajamas. I opened the door only to find the kukuri by it's self from the breeder. " And the person left... Wow, welp it's time to get you in.." As I gazed upon my new kukuri I realized I couldn't fit her through the door. Instead, I took her around to the garage and took her inside.. then realizing I still needed to get through the door to my house. Tired and not wanting to deal with this garbage, I broke the entrance to the home a little more so she could fit in. " I can fix this later.. " I said yawning. The kukuri came into my home and went up stairs quickly.