Personal Narrative-Home

“Hmm?? Oh, Hi Jimmy, how was school?” asked Tyler McCrae with a smile coming to his face and a twinkle to his eye.

“You okay?” the voice asked. I bolted up and and stared at the boy sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, talking to me. He had chocolate brown hair, caramel colored eyes, looked pretty tall, and about my age. Instead of wearing the all white outfit I had seen the other males wearing in the eerie room, he wore a white V-neck t-shirt with blue jeans, and a pair of expensive looking brown shoes. I broke my gaze with him to look at myself. I was still wearing the white dress, barefoot, and my hair still hung at my

I woke up early the next morning to go and run a few errands, before I left i noticed that the tragedy, wasn't so much a tragedy anymore, more like an appalling place. I also notice Katelyn was still there. I left to go to a couple of place to come home to, you may have guessed it, Pistachio screaming because the brat was trying to pull his hair out.

“Are you sure? Are you really sure Ryan?” the voice said again as it laughed menacingly.

You never actually said your name out loud to anyone, and I'm not entirely sure how I managed to find it out in the first place. I'm sure it was through the whisper chains you hear every so often in this cafe. You have a soft voice you know, it's barely audible when you say things, it's not quite what I'd call gruff or gritty, it just has this sort of toughness. It's as though you've steadily built up a defence mechanism in your voice so people don't ask you things you'd rather not answer.

I don’t know how long I have been faking sleep, but the slow creak of the door startles me still. I can hear the slow, lumbering footsteps, feel their vibrations on the floor. When they stop, I can sense him bending over me, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Esther Miller.” His gravelly voice causes goosebumps of fear to shiver down

“Babe, I think we need to talk,” Tyler’s face was serious, “it’s about us and our future.” He took my hand and led me towards the couch.

“I’m not nervous, this chair is uncomfortable,” I explain. She sighs and rolls her eyes. I have been at a foster care center for the past three years following my parents death because I do not have any living relatives. My Dad left me some money, but I can’t spend it until I am eighteen. I’ve hated living here. All the walls are painted random bright colors, the sheets are rough, and every meal is chewy and tastes like cardboard. I finally get to move in with a pair of foster parents today. Two people enter the room and Cynthia gets up to shake their hands.

I turned over the letter and saw that papa had written “open your eyes Bruno.” Almost as a hint that I needed to pay attention to what the letter had to say, if only my dad had got right to the point in the first place. I didn’t have much time to finish reading the letter, so I put it on my pocket for later.

Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.

“Hmmph! WHERE ARE THE PLUGINS THAT I WANT!?” My manager’s words resonated through my body and my eyes started to flare. My fingers nimbly typed out the words that would lead me to a comforting place. I dove into the world of coding languages where the limit’s the sky and I knew how to fly.

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i

I can’t respond to her right now, my heart is pounding. My eyes flick to the chart on the wall, scanning down the list until I see the number I saw on the boy’s bed.

I continued going but was constantly thinking about what Oliver last said. “The Kissing Post” What did that mean? “Catch up Bella!” Andrew yelled at me. “I’m coming. Stay with me. Tommy you stay with grandmother. Mother watch out for father” I commanded everyone. Telling mother to watch father was the strangest thing I’ve ever said. I never thought my mother would be able to watch out after someone, without going crazy or starting to hyperventilate. But, it actually happened. She is actually not paranoid anymore. I looked back at her and smiled, and she gave me another beautiful smile. I turned back around and I saw a couple of men handing out numbers. They gave us all numbers. “What is this?” I asked the man in a blue suit. “It’s an identification number. I’m glad to talk someone who can speak English. You guys be careful in there. Stay together.” he respectfully replied. He leaned down and gave Andrew and Tommy a lollipop. They opened up the lollipop and ate the lollipop. We walked into a huge building and I could automatically tell that we would be here for a while, and I would be here without my sweet Oliver.