Personal Narrative: Johnny And Dally

Shoot! I thought. I didn’t want to wake up Darry, he looked so peaceful. More peaceful than I have seen him in years. He only worked one job now so he could spend more time with Sodapop and I. The judge said that he would take care of some of our expenses so Darry could be home to help me get better. It really worked. My grades in school improved as well as my attitude. I worked really hard on my English grade, I wanted to make my teacher proud. I wrote a story for extra credit about this past year and it began like this: When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home…“It was really scary.” I started. “One of those boys was pushing Johnny’s head into the freezing cold

I jumped into the t-bird car and rushed to the rumble because I can never miss a fight. If you know me I was one of the best fighters of all time, to this day I have never lost a fight. We got to the rumble and here come the socs in there blue mustang, they hop out of there car and it was on. Everyone started fighting each other so I jumped in and started hitting people, the socs got scared and they forfeited and the greasers won the fight. ran to there car and . We jumped in the T-bird and were gone. We got to the hospital and johnny was laying there on his last breathe. We told him we won the fight and he smiled and was gone. I was so confused because I thought that it was all just a dream. Johnny was the only person that I loved out of everyone.

I had to tell the gang about Johnny's death. It frightened me to tell them, I didn't know how they'd react. Once I told them, they didn't openly express their emotions, but I knew later in private they would. Then, we got a telephone call. Dally had contacted us from a phone booth, telling us how he had robbed a grocery store and how now the cops are after him. Figures, that Dally would do something so reckless. We met him at the lot, where the police were chasing him. He swiftly pulled his gun out that he used as a bluff from his waistband, as my eyes widened in fear. Only Johnny and I knew that the gun he carried was unloaded. The policemen fired at Dally and just like that the gang had lost another member. I then comprehended that Dally

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

I left my castle without my wife and children. I regret not taking them, but it is too late to turn back now. I will have to depend on Ross. After all, he is my cousin by marriage, and my Lady’s cousin by blood. Surely, he will not let anything happen to them. Oh, how I miss them!

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

Mr. Miller, my seventh grade homeroom teacher, “strongly encouraged” us to bring treats to class every Friday. He led us to believe that sharing cheap, processed foods laced with exorbitant amounts of refined sugar and saturated fats was the way to make friends. It was, however, quite obvious to a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds that Miller was more concerned with maintaining his lifelong friendship with Little Debbie than he was with helping us get to know one another. A man whose license plate read “Ursa Major,” was more than just a fan of bears—he seemed to be the “Great Bear” himself. Standing about 6’2”, probably weighing in at more than 300 pounds, with a short, yet scruffy brown beard and long pointed snout, this lazy beast

The case study will focus on a nine year-old boy from a disadvantage neighborhood. Specifically, through observations the student will be assessed upon his strengths to enhance his weaknesses using the work sampling system guide (Dichtelmiller, Jablon, Dorfman, Marsden, & Meisels, 2001). Including elaborations about the child’s characteristics, behaviors and developmental stages from the school setting. There are seven domains that will be considered to assess his developmental progression. Within those seven domains certain components will be addressed and will be followed in further details of particular indicators using the third grade work sampling system and developmental checklist.

I was born in Chicago and have been the only child in my family since July 18, 2003. My mom, Heidi Ong, and dad, Troy Ong, used to be full time workers as a stockbroker and a school teacher but, after the realization of the little time they would be able to spend with me, we moved out to Boulder Ridge in Lake in the Hills where I lived for the first years of my life. I’ve always had a close connection with animals because they basically took the spot of siblings in my family because apparently a family of three is the perfect size. In Boulder Ridge my mom realized she wanted to be flower farmer after figuring out that the suburban life wasn’t for us. That is when I moved across the street to a farm now taking on the name

“Family isn’t whose blood you carry. It's who you love and who loves you back - unknown.” Ponyboy. It was Ponyboy’s fourteenth birthday. His parents Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were decorating the house for his party later that night. The whole gang was coming over. Once Two-Bit, Steve Randle, Dally Winston, and Johnny Cade arrived the party began. Ponyboy’s parents bought him a six inch switchblade with his name engraved in the handle and they also got him a brand new football for his birthday.

Now that Kate was on the outskirts of the airport hanger and away from the strange glowing force field, still visible in the distance. It felt very surreal, and Kate wondered if this was just a dream. Presently, she was cognizant that there was something else in the air, glittering like snow, feeling like sand as the tiny flecks dusted her skin. Reality set in when Kate felt Mr. Jacks bulldog nudge and lick her hand. "Mr. Jacks!" "I am so happy you found my mirror message," Kate cried out.

Wow, John, that is an event that I would never forget. You showed a high level of compassion for those individuals that wronged you. It hurts more when someone that you thought cared about you does something to hurt you. A scheme such as that could have had a permanent effect on you if the truth had not come to light. You could have been charged with a felony which would completely change the way you would have to live your life. The levels that some people stoop to never surprises me. I have seen and heard people do some horrible things and if it were not for my religious beliefs, I would lose all hope in humanity. I am glad that you chose to walk away and took the high road. I am a firm believer in karma because I have seen it in action.

I am the liaison of Joe’s body. It is partly up to me to aid and facilitate the cooperation between Joe’s insides and the outside world. Without my cooperation, many of the cells in the body would be unable to function as I do not think anyone else would be capable of processing the catalyst that allows cells to absorb energy or capable of processing one of Joe’s body waste products. I am Joe’s lungs.

It’s been a long summer. The weather is nice and dad has come to his senses. After our little “argument” at Danny's Bar-Mitzvah, He has been more reasonable when it comes to our families dreams. He’s letting Heather go to Colombia. He let’s mom drive the mustang (which was probably a mistake after she crashed it), But the most importantly, he is letting go into any field I enjoy. Although, he does want to consider Running the family business. Other than that, Summer has been calm. Occasionally I will play baseball with Danny or call up Merle lee (who still can be a pain). I’m pretty excited to go back to school, since I had learned that Mrs. baker would be moving up to teach eighth grade and that she would be teaching me. She had sent a letter to all of her students that she was excited to met them and that she was looking forward to the school year two. She also mentioned August 26 was open house and everyone was expected to be there. I know i would definitely be there.

Hi I am Jonathan. I moved to Oklahoma last summer when my father moved here for a job opportunity that he took. I was pretty bummed out to leave all of my friends but I was to make new friends. I know that everyone is set to meet the right people. Whether you choose to be with the right people is up to you. However you can’t hang around people who don’t want to be successful in life then try and succeed. People who are happy and successful hang around other people whom are happy and successful.