Personal Narrative: Home Chasing The Family

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.

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.

“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.

I sat there less than 50 yards from the Borbous River in Leslie, Missouri on the amazing 150 acres of land. Sadly though I have been left, abandoned. My loving family gone, never to return. Once they ran and played outside next to me but now I am alone. The land is overgrown, left without care. The fence that once keep out animals and other things has fallen and left me exposed. The watery air that once caused me to radiate and glisten now leaves nothing but crude marks of oxidation on my aluminum roof. I remember the days that little feet would run through my halls, the sweet smell of breakfast being cooked, and the sharp smell of whiskey being poured. Now all of those things are gone. I no longer hear those feet or smell the breakfast or the whiskey. I witnessed the children grow and leave and the parents

Catherine opened the back door to find Anton sitting alone on the stone stairs. He didn’t look up at her. He remained in place, his elbows balanced on his knees and his head in his hands. She wasn’t entirely sure, but it looked almost as if he was trembling.

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.

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

I woke up from my slumber that felt like I’ve been sleeping for a thousand years. The aching, sore muscles that had built up on my body from the past three days had all vanished. I rose from the bed and went to the dining room, but there--standing in the middle of the room was General Zaroff.

Growing up in a divorced household was difficult when I was younger. It was even harder going to my mother's house since she was an alcoholic. My parents got a divorce when I was about two years old. I didn't even know what it meant to get divorced or to be an alcoholic. I'm glad that they split up when I was younger because I don't remember them being together that much anyway.

My eyes shutter as a sliver of bright light casts itself over my sleep deprived being, waking me up from my oasis. My shoulders rotate towards my back as my arms reach over my head stretching towards the sky, and make there way back to my sides again. I muster all of the energy my drained body can provide and slowy sit up, leaning on my forearms. My eyes pan across my sanctuary one last time before I get out of my inviting bed, and mentally prepare myself for the twelve hours to come.

I sped down the hill as fast as I could, looking desperately for my young wife. I came to a stop where the road splits into four, still no sign of her. I dismounted my machine, and began to examine the roadways to figure out where exactly we had came from. with any luck, Elizabeth has backtracked back up the road. As I was examining the tracks, I heard someone on horseback approaching. I looked up to find an old farmer, whom was missing 2 or 3 of his teeth and had hair resembling a mop, making his way casually down the road.

“It’s my turn to use the bathroom!” Evan screeched while pounding his fist on the door.

It was just a regular November night. I was about halfway through 4th grade and was enjoying it. I was playing in our basement at the time. I didn’t notice that there was a partially big mess in the basement. Then all of a sudden, I heard the inviting voice of my mother yelling,” Time for dinner.”So my little 9 year old brain thought Oh boy, dinner. So I ran to the stairs, still not noticing the mess. Tripped over a chair, then fell up the stairs…… and broke my wrist.

It was about 6:30 pm on a weekday evening, and I had just finished eating dinner. My mom was slaving over the sink trying to clean up the mess we had made at dinner. When I approached her with that look on my face suggesting I wanted something. She knew it right away and asked what I wanted.

It was a dark night and I was watching a movie called “Jason”. I’d just moved into my new apartment. As I pondered off to wonder why my landlord told me not open the door that's right by my front door. Which was really weird. As I walked by the door to leave my house I get Mesmerized to the door. I stop myself to not open the door. Everyday I walk past the door I get an ghostly feel. So I know something is wrong. I think to myself “I should go to the landlord’s office”. As I lay down to go to bed I feel that someone is watching me. As I turn to the left of me, I see a huge shadow. Like if it’s an Ogre following me. So I ran to my room and locked the door just to know I was safe.