Personal Narrative: Gianna

Compassionate, empathetic, generous, reliable, persistent, ambitious, sincere- my heroine can be described as any of these characteristics. My heroine is someone who is admired by many people for her personality and her actions towards other people. I admire her for her unlimited amount of love and determination towards the advancement of other people.

Who am I. Who am I? I am the color orange, strong and fiery like a lion’s luxurious mane billowing in the savanna’s breeze. I am cheesy and dorky, similar to this introduction. I am Vicky Giuliano.

Olivia was amazing. Her kindness was a strange love, but when she loved you, you always knew. She was crazy in the best way possible. At UBMS, we shared a dorm. It was the closest we had ever been and being in that room with her for six weeks brought us closer than either of us thought we would ever be. We stayed up some nights till nearly one in the morning. We were both going through difficulties and they were more similar than we had known. One night I was telling Olivia about the fight Benjamin and I were in at the time. I had told him I was Atheist and he had not taken it well, as I had expected. She sounded a little shocked when the word ‘atheist’ had left my lips. I heard her shift, sit up, and turn. I couldn’t see her but I could feel

If you could choose three people to invite to dinner, who would they be? Three people I would invite to dinner are, Ariana Grande, Johanna and my sister Karen because Ariana Grande is my inspiration and my favorite singer. The other two help me get through tough things.

I am really excited for this opportunity. I have been using discord for the past two years, and I have been amazed by the technologies that you guys have. I strongly believe that I can be the great addition for the team since I have been using the app from the beta version until now. There are so many experiences that I have been through with the app itself.

So where was I? Oh yeah, Nico was acting all weird after seeing Drew with the new guy. I had no idea why he was acting that way. I mean, there was nothing scary about the guy. He looked like the kinda guy you would see at a beach, just hanging around.

“This is so weird, why did we sign up for this?” I asked said to my friends as I looked at all the Jesus freaks bellowing out their so called “favorite” Christian tune. It seemed like every song was their favorite. And I was going to have three whole days of this on the actual weekend of the conference. I did not understand how I was going to be able to handle this.

I had a best friend named Bethany once, but she was strange in a way that no one would ever think: she was part of a murderous family. It all started in the seventh grade, when she came up to me to ask if we could work on a project together and while doing the project we got to know each other better. I told her about my family and what I wanted to be when I was older. She told me that her family was different than any normal family(how ironic) and that they had just moved to town. I realized that she might not have had any friends, so I invited her over to my house to watch a movie. While I was getting the popcorn ready, I heard the door shut close, so I ran to find that Bethany was not in the living room anymore. I thought that maybe she got nervous and left and didn't think of it that much.

I met Ariana in the parking lot of the downtown movie theater like planned. And automatically I regretted not staying home.

Me and my cousin Roxanne were close. She lived in the country, so my sisters and I would go to her house every Thanksgiving and play in the small woods that she had in her backyard. So many wonderful memories that I will never forget. Growing up, we would share each other’s secrets and promise each other not tell anyone. We would tell each other what was bothering us in our families, how we feel, the guys we dated, and the guys that broke our hearts. Over the years my sisters, me and Roxanne kept ourselves busy with school, church and our jobs. We grew apart and stopped talking to Roxanne less because of how busy we were. Sometimes we would not have thanksgiving at Roxanne’s house and have Thanksgiving at my grandmother’s house. The last time we were all united, we noticed Roxanne had changed

I have two girl names that are the absolute cutest, I don't know how someone could hate them. The first one is Lyla Rose. Lyla is from the television show Friday Night Lights and as soon as I heard it, I fell in love. Rose is my name from when I got confirmed at the church. I thought it sounded good with Lyla, so that's how I got her name. My other name is a name I have never heard of before

It was a strange experience to be honest, in a way it helped. You see all these movies about what it's like, but in reality it's noting like the movies. You had to get up at seven in the morning, you couldn't take a shower without permission and it had to be supervised?!?! You had to eat!!! If you didn't you would be forced to (that was pure hell) It was scary, and I wanted to go home. The people there were very kind, though. Most of them.. There was a woman called Amanda, she had schizophrenia and she was the kindest soul ever. If I would be sad she'd try to comfort me by making silly faces. Or Herman, he was in his early forties, he had multiple personalities, one of them was a nineteen year old war veteran, he would make up this detailed stories.

Have you ever changed your mind about something? Well I have. First, My friend, Ivy told me to listen to a singer Melanie Martinez. She made me listen to the song Cake. The style of the song was different from the other music I listened to, I just didn't like Melanie or her songs. At this point I was sitting in the room listening to the whole album and I hated it, song after song I was getting agitated.

I was walking through the hallways of my high school , with the words of my class mate racing through my mind. What could she mean by “Emma stopped caring about her fitness and we can all clearly tell” Alessia's words that she said during gym period replayed over and over in my brain.

Born from the same mother and with the same blood running through our veins, we are sisters. The eyes we look through are the same, and the organs that fuel our bodies are related. We grew up together, lived under the same roof, and watched one another mature. With Gertrudis, the three of us were inseparable despite our differing ages. I was there when you were born, and there when you first gained your culinary passion. I loved you, yet why do you hate me so? You accuse me of stealing your one true love, yet it was not I who chose to do so. I only followed Mami’s orders, yet you still call me the villain. Each night I lay awake, as insomnia and guilt clutches at at my heart and mind, torturing me. Your cries of pain