Personal Narrative-It's Time To Break-Up !

We were then told to go into a cafeteria and wait. I passed out water and comforted my band. We started taking role, but it became more and more difficult as we realized how many of our friends were missing. About thirty of our members were taken to local hospitals. About an hour later they managed to get the buses out from under the awning and we were told to get on them.

"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.

They say a team is like a family but, to me, this beyond true. When I transferred to Northwest Catholic last year as a junior, I knew no one at this school. I was so intimidated about the school year and starting over that I had the fear that every high school student had; fitting in. Fortunately, I had decided to join the cross country team and my worries went away. I was immediately welcomed onto the team and found myself surrounded by encouraging teammates and coaches. I made friends who I believe I will keep in touch with for a lifetime and gave me the confidence I needed to, not only make it through, but thrive in my junior year. I know I have not been on the team for a long time but the sense of unity, friendship and encouragement that

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.

I was finally back at school. Good, sweet school. I cannot believe I am saying this, but I have never missed the packed hallways, smelly lunchroom, and annoying kids so much. I bet that people think I’m crazy for saying this, but in the end, I am safe. Safe from my father. I grew up and as soon as I turned 6, my mom filed for divorce due to my dad’s drinking problems. She won full custody of me, and I have never seen my father since then, until yesterday….

“Fatty? What do you want? No, more importantly, why did you give her my number?! Now I gotta burn this phone, get a new number, and possibly move out of state…”

Hello from the bloody cold north!!! to day was -12C and with wind chill it was -20"c, that's bloody cold in Fahrenheit !!!

In 1946, after the West retired its bared fangs to become a domicile of plenty, a proverb of its former glory appeared in California Folklore Quarterly: “When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” With the hardships of unrelenting wilderness all but absent, the proverb should have gone with it, yet this proverb remains because no one will ever surpass all challenges.

Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would

“One day you’ll find your voice”, my mom would always tell me. I was never very sure that I would when I was younger. I was shy, insecure and feared confrontation, but everything started to change in December of 2012.

When I was younger I spent my summers up North in a little town where my family had a cottage just a few blocks away from lake Michigan. I do not remember a summer that we didn't go up North. The town has perfect beaches, the best hikes, and the cutest stores. When my parents told my brothers and I that they had decided to sell the cottage I could not believe it. When they told us that in two weeks we were going up north for the last time to clean the cottage up and to meet with a realtor I was even more upset.

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

Breakups are hard, to say the least. It’s a similar idea to being addicted to some sort of drug and going through withdraw. Well, that would be in the most extreme of cases, anyways. Many people deal with breakups in different ways. What is generally expected would be a lot of crying and maybe some anger mixed in. Some people are calm about it, to the point of it showing no effect to them. Usually, I would see myself being the calm person, yet I find myself in my ex’s closet, looking out on an empty room in an attempt to see whatever he could be doing.

Have you ever try to go back to your ex’s house to get your stuff and your ex is dating someone at the time? We live at an apartment area near downtown Nashville and we had two dog at house. The story on how me and my ex girlfriend broke up was that we were arguing to much over the littlest things. We finally said “ We should break up,” we went our own ways until I forgot something at her house and I remember that I still have the keys to her house. My friend that I was close to told me that “Your girl is dating another man Seth,” I was like “What are you talking about man I just broke up with her,” and he said “Your girl has been on social media and she said that ‘now that my boyfriend is out, I got a new boyfriend now’ which means-” I hanged up on him after that. I saw that she was not at home and if she was I would be the loudest person that I would be.

I hate it when she has to go away. My most cherished memories are spent with her. I don't understand why she has to go away. When she leaves I get unbelievably bored without someone to play with. As I complain, my parents constantly remind me that she endures boredom on a much greater scale to mine. She's locked away in the ward, confined in a small room with no one to keep her company. She has to put up with over-protective nurses who simply don't understand her. It makes me sad to think that she has to stay be in a place where she can’t be happy.