Personal Narrative: John's Life

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.

him into staying but Johnny had already made his mind up. When Johnny got home he seen

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

It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.

I felt my face getting red hot as I raced down the hospital hallway. I bit my lip, slamming into the wall. I pushed myself back and ran into an open elevator. I tried to study the floor numbers but my vision was blurry from the tears building up in my eyes.

Jamie Waldo, one of South Windsor’s best and brightest, is making the most of her high school career. There are so many wonderful adjectives that come to mind when one thinks of Jamie: focused, responsible, hardworking, and caring are just a few. Frequently she is seen throughout the school actively involved. Jamie is not one to boast or brag about her accomplishments, but quietly relishes the success from her tireless effort. She is a friendly individual who is motivated and excited about what the future may hold. It is readily apparent that Jamie knows that we are all given but one life and she is determined to make the most of it.

I am an enslaved African American bought by an army surgeon. My owner’s name is John Emerson. Emerson bought me in Missouri, but took me and his family with him to an army base in Illinois. Illinois is above the North latitude 36 degrees 30’N, so it is a free state. We did not stay very long in Illinois because Emerson was called to Wisconsin Territory which is also a free slave state. I can’t believe that I have been in TWO free states, yet I am still be counted as a slave. Once Emerson was done in Wisconsin he packed up his family and me, and went back to Missouri. Soon after we returned Emerson passed away. Emerson was a loyal owner. Since I am property of Emerson and he is now deceased what am I? Free? Still a slave? So back in 1846, I sued for my freedom from Emerson’s wife-Irene.

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

Cursed to a life of isolation because of his appearance, values, and outrageous thoughts, John was alienated mentally, emotionally, and physically in both the Savage Culture and the World State Culture. Torn between keeping true to his virtues and conforming to society, the treatment of John highlights the values of both cultures in Aldous Huxley's Brave New World.

I hope you slept well. I had a dream I was in school and Alec Baldwin was the principal. Then I was in lexington and trying to get a rental car but all of the customers kept cutting me, I finally get a car but then its stolen with my wallet. Ha! I am going to walk over in a bit and see if Mike is going to Grandma's. Mom is totally still asleep, it's confirmed the past 1.5 years all she's done is sit in her room and watched tv.. you can tell by every angle of this house and her. At least I did stuff may not have been much and I might have been drunk or high.. but I still did things and WORKED...*DOT

It was around 11:00 P.M. and I was outside skateboarding as usual. My heart was beating from the excitement of my new skateboard. The wind was blowing lightly across my body as I was riding. As I grew tired, I decided to go on foot. I headed threw some trees, and heard a noise. My heart stopped dead. I lurked around carefully and quietly to see what had caused the noise. The noise was unexplainable. Then I stepped on something solid. I looked down and saw a bunch of leaves. I kicked the leaves to the side, only to uncover some planks of wood. I quietly had picked them up and moved them out to the side. I found a staircase going down.

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 don’t know when you might open this but I know I will already be in the stars. Ha, you get it? While I was thinking about what I’m going to write, it came across my mind that you are now going to be the man of the house for the next two weeks. You're getting older, and I particularly know and understand that you want me to leave you alone, because I was your age once. When you are out partying and out late, most likely getting into trouble, I hope you are okay. I don’t need my son to come home and hasn’t even started on his math or science homework.

As I walked into Hall D of the Kentucky International Convention Center, I noticed half of my team sitting on the green and blue carpet with yellow streaks. I joyfully skipped over to Lexi, my strong back spot, sat down, and started to tie the long, rough-looking white laces of my off-white Tumblina cheer shoes. All around me, I heard murmurs; cheer counts from one to eight, laughing moms and daughters, gossip behind me, and coaches trying to perfect their teams routine before hitting the big mat. I could smell the strong scent of hairspray, hot food right from the restaurant nearby, and the disgusting smell of spray glitter all around me.

I never knew that my fixed straight path of life will take a huge turn that day. The feelings that overwhelmed my body engraved itself in the inner depths of my mind as days walked pass by. And how much remorse and shame that continues to pile up within my soul; how painful it was to keep it hidden from the world was the past that can never be erased. If I had the power to turn back time and rewrite that whole day, will my life be the same as now? But as I continue to search for my lost one, the feeling of true love can never be conveyed within me ever again.