Personal Narrative: Is Something Wrong Bethany

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.

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.

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

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

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

“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

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.

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.

“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

English’s classroom was right beside the stairs and she was extremely strict in every way, but especially about being quiet as we traveled the stairways and hallways of the school building. My friends and I were about halfway up the stairs when two boys burst through the top doors and pounded down the stairs as they talked loudly to each other. We stopped, our mouths gaped open, watching them descend the stairs and exit the bottom doors to the outside. Just at that moment Mrs. English entered the stairwell. She was extremely upset about the noise and disruption to her class. She saw us girls making our way upstairs and pointed at us saying, “You there, into my classroom at once!”. You see, Mrs. English’s punishment for making noise in the stairwell was to sit on the floor in the back of her classroom through the entire recess period. I was devastated. My friends and I were not the guilty party. Couldn’t she we were innocent? Didn’t she know my friends and I weren’t rule-breakers? In fact, we were all 3 hall monitors and, when on duty, helped to keep the rowdier kids from being noisy and running in the halls. She didn’t even ask if we were being noisy, or if any other kids had come through the stairwell. She was just angry at being disrupted and looking for someone to blame. We were her victims, the ones made to pay for misbehavior of two boys who seemed to be oblivious to any rules or to Mrs. English consequences for

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

Chapter 1 13 years ago By: Rudy Hepworth It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

“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

Since I can remember, I've always been an avid fan of the movies. Finding out that we have actors in the family at a young age, gave me even more confidence to follow my passion, acting. Watching movies incessantly has helped me to improve my acting and honestly, has given me great motivation to get my career going. To try and choose a movie that has been a great influence in my life would be somewhat difficult since there are many. Yet, when I really think about it, from the moment I saw it, I knew that that's what I wanted people to feel after one of my performances. A character that you could not necessarily relate to at first but by the end feel like you totally understood who and what they were and what they stood for. That character for me was Lisa Rowe played by Angelina Jolie in the movie Girl, Interrupted.

My name’s Jeffrey, I’m big, tall kid, some might say humongous, but I am very shy and what I would consider weak. I have a brother who is almost the exact opposite of me, he is short, outgoing, strong, and just enjoyable to be around. He is quite fun, but isn’t the smartest. Many people call me smart just for writing neat. It was a hot day and we were going to school, until it suddenly became dark and cold outside. It seemed weird, but we didn’t think much of it and just continued onto the school bus. Then a blinding flash of light followed by a rough ride on the school bus and we ended up at school. Everything was peaceful right after. It seemed insane, everything felt out of control. Then I saw it, a dull and boring, yet shiny and colorful, pencil on the ground.