Personal Narrative: Home

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel

“The nurse said she was running a fever of 102. They tried to call her parents, but they were apparently in the middle of a crucial heart transplant,” Phoenix said after a few moments of silence. I mentally sighed. My mom is cardiothoracic surgeon, and my dad is her assistant. I think it’s cute that they work together, but that means whenever Mom has to perform a surgery, Dad has to go too. And I’ve seen my fair share of nannies and babysitters in my lifetime because of it.

When she passed by him minutes later, he stepped out from behind the lockers, his fingers forcefully latching onto her wrists. She yelped as she was pulled into the restroom alongside him, a hand quickly pressed to her lips, muffling her cries.

I get up, and yawn I knew I had school today so I stumble to my feet. I knew my mother would be really mad at me. I run down the stairs as Nathan yells food is done. i beat my brother and my sister down the stairs because i knew they wouldn't save any food for me. as i ran down the steps i yelled through the door what we having…… i looked it was oatmeal with ham i stopped dead in my tracks i knew this was going to be nasty. i told Nathan i didn't want any he said oh you have to have some. i pout and say no thanks i hate oatmeal it's horse food. she picked me up and sat me on the chair. Nathan said you will not leave until all the food is gone off your plate my face gets red i always would like to think i was Tinkerbell off of peter pan cause

We finally left Denver and I was excited to start a new journey-- well, I was mostly

I couldn’t believe that my summer vacation was coming to a close. I still hadn’t made any contact with Trevor. He didn’t leave a message the other night, so I had no idea where we stood relationship wise. I was still staying at Shay’s, but mom wanted me to go to her house and start dinner because she had to help Bessie with some yard work. Imani was home, but she wasn’t allowed to use the stove. My intentions were to go over, cook dinner, and get the hell out of there because I didn’t want to see Lester. I didn’t want the money that he was supposed to pay me because the entire situation made me sick to my stomach and I no longer wanted to hook up with him before I left to go back to Texas.

When we began this program, we were excited and ready to take on the year with full force. 2 months in and reality hit us. We couldn’t wait for Thanksgiving and Christmas break! We craved sleep and a few days to not stress about anything school related, which didn’t happen because we had plenty of homework to keep us occupied.

How many times you’ve made me lonesome. Even when the often stained sky is but a hushed void, you still leave me to witness it alone; slouched on my wooden throne, strokes of blood softly flowing down these rosey cheeks. Shut up for me please. There’s far too much discourse to call this silence. Moths gather in my head, but in any case, it’s futile as they burn down in my dream, and after that, nothing’s left again. Shut up. I’d rather wake up to tomorrow's inadequate dawn.

This picture means home to me because, not only is it one of the biggest attractions in New York City but I have a connection to it that represents home to me because. I am from Queens, NY, and it was pretty much quiet I moved to Harlem a few years ago and it was a different world that I had to get become adjusted to it. When I first moved here Times Square was a big part of my life, because I now lived less then 30mins away from it so I could visit it all of the time, and there is nothing like it in Queens. I would go there every weekend to shop, eat, go to the movies etc. I created many memories there and, I’ve become familiar with the streets so I can navigate times square and surrounding areas easily as I can do in my own neighborhood

“Help” cried Lydia as she struggled with homework. “What, what happened?” Lydia’s mom asked. “Nothing, nothing happened I just cannot figure out how to do these math problems.” Lydia replied. “Oh I’m no good with math, maybe you should ask your father” her mom said. “DAD!” Lydia cried. “What?” he yelled from downstairs. “I need your help with something,” she replied. Lydia’s father came running up the stairs. “What is it,” he asked. “Math” she replied, “What kind?”, “Multiplying exponents” Lydia replied. “Oh I’m no good with that, maybe your mother could help.” her father said. “UGH!” cried Lydia.

If he could, the youth would have remained there for hours. The harsh words he spat out toward the entity was the only form of affection he could convey to a man as formal as his father was. The fashion of his character, the way he conducted himself, was one in which the fledgling lionized. Respect from his colleagues was something the man had in abundance, and Titus wanted this. He wanted to be above them all, to inspire fear in their beings with just as a flick of his wrist.

"Be careful now, the fair is in town, stick together!" I hear behind me as I gallop onto the creaking deck. We were to walk to the park with our lunches while the rest of the kids would drive there. Two girls trail closely behind me, Haylee and Lexi. Haylee has hair like Rapunzel, long, flowing hair that shines like the sun. She has a squarish head and thinly framed glasses. Lexi, however, is the opposite, she's younger, shorter, has a round head and stick straight hair. Freckles sprinkle across the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks.

A lot of people are poor and need money to support themselves, but sometimes a person really needs money to support their families so they turn into a life of crime just to help their families and get them out of poverty. I never really got a reason as to why people would steal from other people till much later in life. How I understood why people would do that was when I was 8 years old and saw a man that told me the reason why he did what he did.