Personal Narrative: Is Something Wrong Bethany

My name is Kaitlyn Hoopingarner, and I am a senior at West High School. Sioux City, Iowa has been my home for my whole life. At West High, I am involved in multiple activities: varsity wrestling cheer, robotics, and theatre. In addition to my school activities, I also paint, crochet, and play video games. I plan to attend Iowa State University to major in Computer Science. My birthday is July 25th, and Christmas is December 25th; so, my birthday is "Christmas in

In the short story, "Eleven," by Sandra Cisnernos, Cisneros describes the birthday of Rachel, an eleven year-old who was humiliated on her birthday. Her teacher, Mrs. Price, claimed that an old sweater belonged to her, when in reality, it was Sylvia Saldivar's who ironically claimed it belonged to Rachel. Rachel was left crying and depressed the rest of the day, when she was commanded to wear it. Cisneros best characterizes Rachel through her well use of her diction,imagery, and repetition.

In chapter 19 of your book Edward deals with the loss of Sarah Ruth.Edward loses Sarah Ruth due to an illness.I have dealt with loss such as Edward did in chapter 19.I lost my dog/best friend to an infection.Due to the infection she couldn't walk or eat. I got Chivers when I was 3 and lost her when I was 13.That's a long time,she had grown on my whole family and nobody could believe what my dad had done.He put her down because he thought it was the best for her and I guess he was right. Edward and I don't deal with the same type of loss.I saw Chivers being put down from a mile away.Edward losing Sarah Ruth was a surprise. So she eventually had gotten very skinny and helpless and had to get put down so she would no longer suffer.

One afternoon, right after the final bell of the day had rung, I was at my locker, packing up my things quickly to make the bus on time. As I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, it collided with someone who I didn’t realize was standing directly behind me. I barely had enough time to register what had just happened before one of my friends yelled “Ouch! F* you Emma!” I was so surprised that someone could have said something so mean to me that I ran out of school and onto the bus. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned against the window, trying to process my feelings on what the person I thought was my friend had said to me. Almost immediately I concluded that my friend must now hate me and that I shouldn’t hang out with him any more because he’d yell at me.

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

On April 26th,1999 I emerged into the world a happy baby given the name Bethany Gavin. I’m now in year 12 and I attend Cooks Hill Campus, Big Picture. My education began here in year 10 after leaving three years of home schooling and have grown as a student as the years have gone on.

I glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

I turned around and pulled my hair back as I checked it to see if any more been ripped out. But that was when I noticed Mrs. Perez lying on the gym floor. A few girls were already crouched down next to her and one was calling out her name as she fanned a hand in front of her face trying to give her oxygen. I looked at her lying there motionless and a sense of dread and shock begun to fill me. Did I do that? I thought. No, I couldn't have. I never touched her unless… unless she had caught an elbow when I was hitting Keri. I then heard someone say to somebody else, “Go get the school nurse,” and then a couple of girls took off running for the hall.

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

After deep thought and an hour of wasted time consisting of snapchatting and laying in various parts of my room, Lily suggests that we go down to The Dollar Tree and get some funny, random toys to quench our desire to do something, anything! I lived on the corner of Lindsay and Brown and the dollar store was located on Lindsay and University, so the mile distance was a short, doable journey. On our way back, our new-bought silly string in hand, Lily and I ran ahead of the three others that accompanied us, and we headed back to my house. When we arrived home, we hid behind the pillars and patiently waited for the others’ return. As we could hear their voices morph from a slight mumble into a real conversation, we jumped out and surprise attacked the girls with a silly string invasion. What Lily and I thought to be a harmless, funny act, really upset the three of them, especially Rachel. They would not come inside my house and insisted we go away from them. As me and Lily now sit in my room laughing and trying to forget about the drama that was on the rise, I began to hear scurrying noises downstairs accompanied by “oh my gosh” and “she’s gonna be so mad”. I walked out of my room to find Rachel covering my house with the purple slime she bought at The Dollar Tree. Everywhere I looked, it was there: rubbed into the hallway carpet, spread down the walls, down the laundry shoot, on the towels, and in the refrigerator, as if it were rapidly multiplying throughout my house. It was something out of a cartoon and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I know we were young and immature, but this took it to a new level, and I couldn’t contain my anger. Tears automatically came running down my face as I knew I’d be dead when my parents came home. “Get out of

Meet Melinda, She's is attending her first day of 9th grade at Merryweather High, And it did not go so well. All her old friends don't talk to her. Other students laugh at her. Rachel says she hates her. Melinda really wants to tell everything to Rachel, but she can’t speak. Melinda calls her English teacher Hairwoman, because she hides behind all her hair. Melinda's doesn’t like her Social Studies teacher, she calls him Mr. Neck. Lunch went pretty bad. She didn't have anybody to sit with because all her old friends are mad at her for what she did, then a guy hits Melinda with food and then she ran out of the lunchroom. Mr. Neck makes Melinda stop, and expects an answer but since she can't speak,she gets in trouble. After that, she had Art

“Hey I just want to explain-” he punched me again. All I wanted to say was I was trying to help you during the test. But I never got the words out because we kept on fighting. Cassie and Little Man ran over and grabbed Stacey away from me but she was trying to break free at keep on attacking me but she couldn’t. Right when they went outside Mr. Morrison picked them up and left. I was just left there crying and eventually I started to stop crying and I got up and walked

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

“Brooke, what the hell are you doing?” This is the question my roommate asks as I spontaneously decide that going out at one a.m. on a weekday is a brilliant idea. Rising out of bed, I quickly throw on some pants and a shirt, put on some shoes, and leave the room. Now, many may think that I’m going out to do illegal and possibly dangerous activities, however, I’m just going for a walk. Some may say that I’m incredibly stupid for going on walks by myself in the middle of the night but I say they’re missing out. As long as you have your phone and some pepper spray, you’re good to go. I’m the type of person who doesn’t like to conform and follow what everyone else is doing. I like to go off on my own path and do what I think is best to get to

I walked into the classroom and started setting down chairs and wiping down tables. Ms. Justine was getting excited pulling out the children’s shirt that they had tie died the day before. Ms. Alyssa liked the shirts. Lucy F. came in first and Ms. Justine said “Lucy F. what do you think should I give you your shirts now or later today?” Lucy F. said “I think you should give them now.” Ms. Justine gave Lucy F. and Lucy F.’s mother their shirts as they held them up and looked at them. Lucy F. said “It’s so pretty.” Chase came in and asked to see his shirt and then Manaf, Lucy B., and Assel all came in and asked to see their shirts. Mr. Scott went out and got the rest of the class including Lucas, Jason, Ryker, and Jacob. I asked Lucas what he had