Personal Narrative: How Double Inhale Changed My Life

Orange heat burned on her cheeks, red and yellow flickered in her eyes as the flames danced across the wooden boards. Why didn't she listen...But she had listened. She had learned. She had made mistakes.

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

Perhaps most I could not resist. I drew closer to her on the sofa, as if to a newly kindled fire. I hoped that she would reach out to me with a look or include me with a smile. But she did not. (324)

Toxic The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to

September ..., 2008 So today I decided to go with my good buddy Isaac to a support group for teens with Cancer. As the group was starting I saw this beautiful figure of a young lady. As the groups shared information about each other she said her name was Hazel Grace Lancaster and was a fighter against Thyroid Cancer In her lungs. This form of Thyroid Cancer causes fluids to flood the lungs stopping them from breathing. So after the meeting was over, Hazel-Grace and I went outside and talked for a while. We chatted about school and how we both are coping with cancer. As time went on I put a cigarette in my mouth, which made her mad. After she finished yelling at me for having a cig in my mouth I told her it’s a metaphor. ( Putting the thing

We all get out of the car BRING BRING my moms phone rings and all the sudden my mom starts crying and then I get scared. Then she got of the phone and… Mom is trying to tell us what happened but she's crying, then she makes out the words that

Walking near the bank of the Miner’s River, Virginia took a long drag from her cigarette and blew smoke through her nostrils, a skill she learned in the second grade. Back then, she’d snatch half-smoked cigarettes from her father’s ashtrays and stuff them into her socks to smoke later. Casting

Vivid smoke softly floats from the brick chimney. As she gazes at the foggy sky through the front window by the fireplace, creases fold beneath her sunburned eyes. Streams of black eyeshadow slowly flow down either golden-brown cheek. It’s mid – September, and she expressed far too many times every

I am Mr. Lungs. I am located on either side of the chest. I am in the respiratory system. Air is taken to the body from the nose, or the mouth, then taken to the trachea, which branches off to the bronchi, then to me. I work with the heart and the blood as well. My main functions are to do a process called “respiration,” or breathing. In respiration, oxygen from incoming air enters the blood, and carbon dioxide leaves the blood. In order to do this, oxygen, coming from air, comes to the nose, or the mouth, then to the trachea, then the bronchi, and finally to me. I am important because, I supply the body with oxygen, and take waste out. The Human Body Corporation needs oxygen to live. You should not fire me because, the Human Body Corporation

My heart started pounding against my chest, trying to escape and find a healthy pair of lungs, because mine it seemed had been replaced with those of a six-year-old girl. My mouth grew cold and dry as if the air around me was on the brink of snow. I desperately

As humans, we have a natural concern for the wellbeing of our peers, however we are too often powerless, either because we are too young or too poor to make a difference. However, like some of my fellow Latinos, I was given an oxygen mask in the form a citizenship to the most powerful country in the world. This mask allows me to take a deep breath and think clearly, think about my plans to overcome the poverty that I was born into. As a human, my every movement relies on oxygen, and thanks to the oxygen mask that is my American citizenship, I have met many people that have each given me their share of oxygen. These people include Victoria and Dennis Mayer, who helped me learn about the American culture, Diane Runkle and Caroline Wright, who

She hoped that a bit of poison would help to light up the night, and possibly help loosen up those nerves she, oddly, could never shake around her friend. All it took was a quick tuck of hair behind the ear before bright lights shone outside, inching closer before coming to a halt. Out of excitement, Ariana rushed to the door, waiting for the doorbell, and then waiting an extra or moment or two as to not seem as expectant. Letting out a small breath, she swung open the mahogany door before beaming up to the taller girl, simply joyous to be in her presence once more. She enveloped her tightly, taking a quick second to embrace the all-too familiar scent, before pulling back and grasping her hand. "I'm so glad we could do this!" Ariana exclaimed, pulling Liz inside and kicking the door

I asked her if we were almost done so I could go play on our self-made backyard swing set, while listening to Papa playing Michael Jackson’s album ‘Thriller’. Ashleigh only continued to jot dot points down on her notebook. “How are you feeling?” She sat down her pen, and placed her delicate hands in her lap before she pushed her poorly brushed hair behind her ear. “Like-” I paused, and sat up straight so I wasn’t slouched. “Can I throw your journal in the trash? I feel like doing that.” I shifted my eyes toward the window listening to my instinct. That was where a pair of eyes stared right back at

My lungs burn from running so far. I don't let it bother me though, I just keep going, not able to shake what Mom had just told me. My father didn't leave us...he was murdered by the person I now know as my stalker. There are many thoughts processing in my mind right now, but the main thing I'm wondering is, why would he come back to taunt me? He killed Dad, and now he wants to hurt our family even more, is that it?

The crackling wood was blocking out the sound of the movie, Batman to be exact. My black converse on the rim of the fire pit for warmth. The dark brown wood was keeping me warm on the crisp summer night. The wood was dull, suffocated by the fire. Inside you could see the small cracks where the heat was released. It was like little pieces of the sun were bursting through the cracks of the wood or like a person who is simple on the outside but if you look through that you see the beauty shines through and tops the boring appearance. I was bundled up in my bruins sweater leaning towards the heat of the fire. The smoke was chopping up the picture on the projector screen. You could see The Joker stuck in the smoke as he was trying to reach the screen. Behind us, the white lanterns were glistening against the dark atmosphere. Looking around there were friends on either side of me. My best friends. Each and every one had a marshmallow and a stick. We roasted hot dogs and gigantic, campfire marshmallows white as snow. The marshmallows were pillows for the warm, melted hershey's chocolate that rested upon it. The graham crackers acted like blankets on either side of the marshmallow and chocolate. We all took a bite and the s'more got everywhere.