Personal Narrative-Kaitlyn

Something New Trying something new could be exciting or a little frightening to others. You could have had mixed feelings about trying something new. Your new thing that you tried could be a food, a trip, or even in my case getting over my anxiety and riding roller coasters and fair rides.

“Skylar, come on! The truck is about to leave!” my mom shouted as she walked outside to the U-haul truck containing precious memories of the past thirteen years of my life. “Alright, mom!” I aggressively shouted back to her, knowing full well she would not appreciate my tone. Despite my

Fifteen year old Keerin was stuck in grade eleven without any friends, his best friend Chantel graduated last year leaving him alone. They always talked about traveling the world and where they would like to go, they made a list of the places they would like to visit and the things they wanted to see. Chantel was starting to plan out dates to go, and how long she wanted to stay in each place, but she didn’t know Keerin was planning on coming with her. He had said one day that he wanted to go along but she refused, she didn’t want him to drop out of high school, but he was already planning it, traveling the world or not as soon as he had enough money from working he was going to drop out of school as soon as he turned sixteen he was out of

After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new I was wrong. Walking into the classroom was Carrie Underwood. My idol since like third grade. She walked in came right to my desk and handed me a poster of her. It was signed by her too! Then she told me to follow her. We got on her tour bus, my whole family was on there too. There was a concert in Orlando that I wanted to go to because she was going to sing at. So we got on a plane but nobody told me where we were going. We landed and went to our hotel and Carrie went to hers. We were just getting ready for bed and my mom said she had something fun planned for tomorrow. So I didn't really get much sleep that night but I got a couple hours if I did get

It may be hard to believe, but I wasn’t always this bald and beautiful. I, like many other young men, was a victim of a vicious receding hairline. Me being so young, I fell victim to a plethora of cruel jokes, I mean let’s face it, not many sixteen-year-old girls

Aba, I've known you since the first grade, when you crushed that spider (thanks man, I couldn't stand all those squeals) and from then on I’ve been so thankful. You've made me and so many other people so happy, but this isn't about other people so im just gonna focus on you and me. So this is probably going to be long if you know anything about me you know I write a lot. So let's go back to the very beginning.

“It was my fault, okay?” His statement caused her to halt. She attempted to look at him again but her eyes focused on the clouds above his head. He stuffed his hands in his pockets before sauntering away. His hand fiddled with the wallet. She dragged herself to her dorm; her hatred for herself grew. She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking about how incredibly stupid she was. She replayed the encounter in her mind, rewriting the entire event to fit an embarrassment free one. As she blamed herself, her thief found himself at his quiet area on campus. While sitting on a bench, he examined the wallet. A tattered, russet leather wallet with ‘Marcy’ embroidered on it with blue bubble letters. He ran his index finger along each letter, tracing

My father Uriel an archangel, my mother, Elizabeth, and my brother, Castiel also an archangel. That is my family, well my real family anyways. My mother and father had never told me why they gave me up. All they would ever say is “ You are destined for great thing Jupiter. That is all you need to know” like I know what that meant. I really never fit in with my adopted family. I always looked so different from them. They still think I don't know that I am adopted but I have know since I was 13. Cas and I are twins, so we have the link that binds our .

“When I was a little kid I had a good friend who lived down the road from me. Her name was Aria Robin Hunter. I always thought it was cool she had two first names but she thought it was bothersome since she had to explain it to everyone. Aria Robin was always a very creative girl, even for a kid, she seemed to have all these never ending ideas. She was perfectly fine with being left to her thoughts even when it was because all the other kids thought she was weird. She never minded them when they saw her creations as strange alien things. All she said to the boy who told her an animal she drew was strange looking was that he simply hadn’t seen one before. She didn’t seem odd to me when we were little but I began to see her differently as we

It all started in the of 2000. I jennifer Biggers was living home with my mother and two sister's which my mother was pregnant with another little girl. And I was pregnant with my first time and yes my mother and i was pregnant at the sametime in the year of 2000. we lived in a two bedroom apartment.My mother was a drug addict of her choice of cocain, which didn't stop her from taking care of her children, until it was time to have that third baby girl m

Meghan, I have started, stopped and come back to this email on numerous occasions over the past few days. So while I could parse my words a thousand different ways, fuck it, I will attempt to be concise which will hopefully translate to clarity. No promises though.

Click. They opened the door to see Margot staring at them with big eyes. She looked like a possessed child you see in the haunted movies. She was very pale and looked at all of her classmates. But Margot wasn't looking at them; she was staring into nothingness. “Margot, you okay,” said a student slowly back tracking. Margot muttered, “Seven, seven, seven...” The students were all confused. They were all trying to find why she is continuously saying seven. Margot stopped. She stood up straight, but the people had to help her. She asked for someone to come close like Margot was about to tell her a secret, but the secret was exposed if she was trying to keep one. She screamed as loud as she could into the girl’s ears, “SEVEN YEARS TILL THE SUN

Emma Henderson yawned and rubbed her eyes as she stepped off the plane at Leonardo Da Vinci airport in Rome. Her vision was still a little fuzzy from leaving her contacts in during the flight. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder, and let out a sigh of relief as she walked down the airbridge that lead to the airport. There was nothing she hated more than airplanes, and she hadn’t been able to sleep at all during the eight hour flight from the U.S. Every time she began to drift off, the little kid behind her would jam his feet into the back of her seat, or the lady in the row across from her would rattle off yet another loud complaint. She was definitely glad it was over.

One Friday in May a little girl named Bridgette came home from school, when her mom told her that she had a BIG surprise for her. Bridgette was so excited! “When can I have my surprise?” Bridgette asked “You have to wait until your dad gets home” said Bridgette’s mother. About an hour passed when Bridgette’s dad finally got home, “MOM! DAD! WHATS MY SURPRISE, WHATS MY SURPRISE!” she exclaimed. Her parents came into the room and following behind them was a girl Morkie puppy. The little girl was so happy, she ran over to her parents and stretched her little arms around both of her parents. “ Thank you Mom and Dad! I will take really good care of her!” “ What do you want to name her?” asked Bridgette’s parents. “ I think I will name her… CARLY!” “Thats a beautiful name.” replied her parents. By the time Bridgette was done playing with Carly it was time for bed. Bridgette’s parents put her to bed and to bed they went also.

The journey to Kangaroo Valley My dad hoisted the heavy suitcase up on to his shoulder with a pained expression, obviously it was my older sisters, Ella. You never know what she packs. 'Its better to have it, and not need it, then to need it, and not have it.' Is