Personal Narrative-It's A Separate Peace

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Like she was finally soaking up some much needed vitamin D; feeling not quite euphoric but close. She had uncovered a way back, out of her “unto everything there is a season” winter of grief. She discovered as she became me, that when someone touches your life they never truly leave you. I will carry them with me, and even though they are just gone for a little while, I’m sure that I’ll see them again, and this time I’ll have new adventures to tell. Explorations like finding my own beauty in the depressive

The door slammed shut and we were both on the verge of tears; as I held her tightly in my arms we discussed everything that had just unfolded. What would become of our relationship? Emma's parents despised me as if their daughter was in love with Satan himself. We were both from completely different ends of society, but our love was inseparable, or so it seemed. Emma explained that even though she loved me we were just too different. After hours of conversation, we agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant the following day to discuss the future of our love. As I continue to reminisce, I lie wide awake, in a paralysed state, worrying about what tomorrow may bring. I know deep down in my heart that once that shining star dies so will I. Without her, I have no reason to live, no reason to continue fighting the cruel battle of life. Thus, if I lose my one and only angel there will be no hope, no light just a deep dark meaningless void filled with despair and suffering. However, despite the heartbreak and lack of light, I continue to cling to that last bit of thread, that last bit of hope, that last bit of

Every paper, no matter how well written needs to be revised and edited as time goes on. In some ways, life is similar. We all go through changes that influence us and shape the direction we are headed. Some of these changes come from our own prerogative while others are inspired by friends and family members. I know that my worldview has gone through this revision process. Even looking back to freshman year I had many of the same ideals, same focuses on values and hard work, but over time they have come to manifest themselves in different ways. For instance, I am much more willing to share my beliefs and opinions on controversial issues. This developed as I came to realize my ideas are worth arguing for and I gained a knowledge of

Over the years you’ll learn hatred is not born within you, but adapted. You would want to take the pressure that evolves with others, unfortunately without a doubt you are going to meet an obstacle that could potentially take you within the waves. If the obstacle were to overcome you may be broken down into depression or perhaps you won’t resist and conquer with aggression. Peace isn’t given, nor is it easily obtained. Peace still hasn’t shown its existence to the world, but it’s yet to come and show its tranquility that is beyond the capacity of our imagination. As I have fallen, failure has shown its superiority against me, despite my efforts towards the world I yet still can not find the way to build the Utopia everyone could desired and

2 yards was the distance from the tree and I. The foreign feeling of confidence was pumping through my veins. Like the lemonades they consistently offer us when it’s too warm outside. To my left, with a slightly slower pace, was Gene. The look of unfeigned adoration in his eyes beamed down at the. Slowly encouraging me that everything would be ok. Which is the information I already knew from the beginning. With a pace to match a ferocious beast, Finny was to my right, running with a slight passion of endurance in his stride. He was eager to get this over with. The sooner we do, the quicker we can walk moxie to lunch. With the thought of food racing through my phlegmatic heart, my stomach let out a subtle growl. Gene let out a chuckle and

It was a hard rain that woke him up, the pitter patter on the windows and the clunking against the metal shackles. Tennent lifted his head off his blocky, drink stained pillow and headed toward the door. The sound of glass breaking whistled behind him as the liquor bottles sprung off his bed, being dragged by the blanket he held onto, like the pain and regret that were held in the shards would always follow him. He finally reached the door as he turned the bolts to lock as he always forget too, and started crawling to the mini refrigerator that hid in the back corner of the room. As Tennent crawled to the iced bar he remembered why he was only supposed to stay in this over expensive motel for a few nights, having to help his mother though the latest and recent flu that’s been going around.

Though she may have come to terms with mortality with a speed and cooperation unseen or rarely acquired by those who live long, she too has had time to feel the same heartbreak and anguish that readers of her story will, and do, no matter how fleeting. The humility and severity of her existence somehow still allows her to comprehend a full spectrum of human experiences, forcing her to grieve, cope, reconcile and understand because as she powerfully inquires, “What else do I have?”

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

A friend that you can trust and depend

What I define a "friend" is that they don't let you do certain things such as in fighting and really obnoxious things. I believe a friend doesn't let you outside in the streets if you and your mom argued or that they will always be there for you when you and your boyfriend break up. I believe my friends will share their food with me and share with me their 10$ with me when we go buy McDonald's. That they will tell me if I look ridiculous in what i'm wearing. Also, that they won't talk behind my back and then make my other friends not like me nor talk to me. A friend will also help me pass all my grades and not let me get influenced by bad things such as in smoking or drinking behind my mother's back. If my friend ever needed

Once upon a time there lived a lanky little rat named Rudy. Rudy’s fur was very dull and felt like needles. She lived in a tiny village where all the animals knew each other. Every afternoon she would meet with her friends at the riverbank to tell stories of their morning. One day Rudy scurried to the riverbank excited to share with her friends a cheesecake she had baked just for them, but when she arrived at the meeting spot, no one was there. Worried and confused, Rudy hurried in to town to look for her friends there. Just as she reached the main road, her body froze as she watched the most beautiful creature strolling through town. Rudy looked around and noticed she was not the only animal in the village mesmerized by this beautiful

Friends come in all types of personalities, some of which to be aware. There are shy friends, rude friends, giving friends, taking friends, busy friends, always free friends, best friends, and of course frenemies. Not all may appeal to everyone but everyone plays a role as some type of friend. A friend could not only be a person, but a pet. In some cases a person’s only friend is an animal or pet of some kind. Belongings such as dolls or figurines can also be considered someone’s friend. Friends come in all different forms. For most a friend is considered an acquaintance of some sort. There are different ways of meeting them and different time lengths of when they become considered friends.

forget what a friend is. But there is something called a TRUE friend; a friend who truly