Personal Narrative-Hollie Goddard Eyes

A ten year old girl sits on the ground between her mother’s legs as her mother’s course hands run through her hair, braiding it to let the breeze reach her neck in the hot summer laid out before them. In the distance, her younger cousins run through the tall grass, their laughs intermingling as their small legs try to outrun the buckets of water being thrown at them by their sister. The girl can see her father through the crack of their open front door, sitting at a table with her uncle and their other male guests. His head is thrown back with laughter and his twinkling eyes meet hers through the crack. He smiles. Seconds later, the sun is covered by shadow and she screams, racing for the buckets faster than she thought possible. Her body is

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

"Junior year is the year you find out who you really are." That's what I have heard from previous juniors in my two years of high school. I had started to believe they were right but didn't want to settle with it until it happened to me. I have been friends with Ally since we were pre-school age. We had briefly lost touch for the past few years but began to reconnect once we had more classes together. After her first day of softball practice, Ally came to me and said, "Kelsey, the new girl on the softball team, is just so annoying. Like, I can't stand her."

The storyline is cute, but the writing needs work-a lot of work. Some of the sentences just did not make sense, punctuation was missing, grammar was lacking and simple misspellings made reading this book cringe worthy.

As with everything, life goes on and some people struggle and fall into some deep depths of desperation, Serena Campbell, now Griffin; a woman with much fight and poise had crumbled and struggled since the demise of her partner. Watching his journey to his death; it fell tough on her, seeing his struggle to hold on to life on their wedding day it had almost killed her and not being there when he took his final breathes broke her heart.

I became a little obsessed with her. Whenever I took out her photo my head couldn’t stop from tilting and my eyes couldn’t stop from peering closely because the image itself was awe-inspiring in its simplicity. She couldn’t have been more than four at the time it was taken; her dark ringlets fell close to her waist and she was young enough to where the strands looked as fragile as the dandelion she held gently in her hands. Her mouth was forming a smile as the white tufts drifted away. Of course, it’s a still image, but I felt as if I was there in the moments following the snapshot, when she giggled and reached for the little seeds floating away, a brazen grin on her face. Who knows what she wished for. Her eyes were the type that stayed sad even in the lightest of times, and sometimes when I glanced

Jane stood there and looked surprised as her eyes started to look sad as she hesitantly took a step toward me. I couldn't help myself she looked so sad and defeated I practically ran to her when she took a step toward me and wrapped my hands around her. I couldn't deny it I missed the crap out of her, I kept making exquisite saying I didn't miss her, but the second she was in my arms I never wanted to let her go or be far from her. Yes she drove me crazy, but she was mine to drive crazy. I heard her trying to say something, but I didn't want to talk I tried calming her

As thoughts flooded her mind, she began to make irrational ideas. The day had been simply dark and overcast, but in seconds it became a wall of water, the covering on the buildings did nothing. As the heavy rain drops hit the little girl in the centre of her head, the drops running down her face following and mimicking the tracks of where her dry tears once ran .

I laid in Jasmine's bed watching The Parkers as she continued to text on her phone.

ust across from the town’s local deli, there lies an old doll shop, so small the chime of the doorbell resonates throughout the building whenever the little girl passes through the door. A tall, slender man, no older than thirty, will be waiting behind the front counter to greet the little girl with his crooked smile. Using his low, husky voice the man says the same old line that he has been saying for four years, “Welcome home, my precious Ebony”.

I awake to the chill of a heavy water drop. My eyes slowly open. I’m lying down my eyes facing the ceiling, another water droplet falls to my cheek I whip it away and gradually get to my feet. I don’t know how I got here, or even remember what exactly happen. The only thing I remember is, is –

One Friday in May a little girl named Bridgette came home from school, when her mom told her that she had a BIG surprise for her. Bridgette was so excited! “When can I have my surprise?” Bridgette asked “You have to wait until your dad gets home” said Bridgette’s mother. About an hour passed when Bridgette’s dad finally got home, “MOM! DAD! WHATS MY SURPRISE, WHATS MY SURPRISE!” she exclaimed. Her parents came into the room and following behind them was a girl Morkie puppy. The little girl was so happy, she ran over to her parents and stretched her little arms around both of her parents. “ Thank you Mom and Dad! I will take really good care of her!” “ What do you want to name her?” asked Bridgette’s parents. “ I think I will name her… CARLY!” “Thats a beautiful name.” replied her parents. By the time Bridgette was done playing with Carly it was time for bed. Bridgette’s parents put her to bed and to bed they went also.

According to the old adage, “Eyes are the windows to one’s soul,” when you look someone straight on the eyes, you see something exquisite that you can never describe at times. Through the eyes, we see a different side of the person that we are looking into. We see both happiness and pain, we see anger and love, we see joy and worry… but no matter what we see, it does not change the fact that our eyes are a leeway of what our emotions are.

Tears pour out of my dark, blue eyes and roll down my flushed face like a waterfall. I stand barefoot on the peppermint green tiles in my parent’s bathroom, and I draw a heart into the dusty mirror. The bright moonlight reflects the image of a chubby five year old girl with dashing, dangling braids in her purple polka dot pajamas. Resting between my tiny fingers lies a photograph with the portrayal of a young girl clinging to a dark haired man’s broad shoulders in a park scenery which causes my little hands to tremble. The young girl holds a yellow bucket in one hand and a plastic red shovel in the other, and the father and daughter both smile with delight as the sun sets behind them, shining through the fall colored leaves.