Personal Narrative: Kyleigh

Brianna wasn’t with us at Bridges for very long, but during her short time, without question she made Bridges a better place.

Mackenzie, I'm glad to see someone with the same beliefs as I. Religion was never forced upon me as a child, but I did go to church every Sunday and also to bible school. I went through a stage of questions as I was going through my confirmation. These questions that I came up with made me question everything because what I asked, always went unanswered. During a mission trip that I went on with my church my senior year, I was able to see that nothing can truly be answered by anyone but God. Many may disagree but to me its what I believe. After hearing stories of people struggling in their lives from taking care of a family with no money, having no food to eat, being homeless. I was able to realize that God put these people on earth to teach

Kelsey is the most creative person I know. My older sister Kelsey is one of the most important people in my life and I’ve always looked up to her. I was actually surprised when Kelsey said I could interview her, she usually tells me to go ask mom whenever I’m asking her something. After interviewing my sister, I learned a lot about her. Before interviewing her I didn’t know how hard it was for her to get through school, I had no idea it was such a big commitment for her to make. I already knew she loved what she does for a living, just didn’t know how much it meant to her.

As I felt depressed, I walk into the cafeteria passing crowds of wild people and find a seat in the corner of the lunchroom, where barely anyone sits. Why is it me who is always pointed out at the wrong mistakes I do, when there are other people who make mistakes, too? I question myself. I’m the only one who always gets pointed out and bullied. As I wonder about the situation to myself, tears run down my cheek, and suddenly, a group of kids come up to me. The bullies.

Growing up I had a lot of older siblings. However, I only lived with two. The two I lived with were my two older sisters, Renee and Andrea. We became really close despite our age differences [Andrea was 6 and a half years older than me and Renee was 13 years older than me]. Of course we argued like all siblings do but it never lasted long. When I was in between the ages of 7-9 Renee moved out. I was absolutely heartbroken. It felt like my world was going to collapse. Since then Andrea and I argued more than ever. In 2015 Andrea graduated high school and got accepted into Grand Valley State University. I was happy she was moving out because of how often we argued. One day it was one of her normal trips home from college which turned out not so normal. She told us she was dropping out of college to join the Navy! My first thought was "She won't last a week,". I never thought, I don't think anyone thought, that she would ever go through with it. I'm still surprised to this day. Andrea is my Michigan Hero. Now that you know about her background, this is why she is my

Out of all the painstakingly awful scenarios that had ran through my head, this... has to be so bad I didn't even think it to be possible. How has it come down to this? Every waking moment I have "mentored" Kyle, I never believed this could ever be plausable- a trial... with one of the possible outcomes... getting kicked out of the corp.

The next day, when we got to school, again everybody was sitting down, waiting for the bell. A few minutes after we sat down, it happened again. As I, along with other

I felt my feet hitting the wet ground. I heard my heart beating in my chest, and my lungs gasping for air. Furthermore, I hear the sound of the sharp knife slicing through the air as my enemy runs behind me. Quinn Brown, though he is shorter than me, I know he is faster, and I won’t be able to run for much longer. As I round the corner of my house, I see his teammate and brother, Brooks, standing high upon the deck. I already know I am trapped, without a weapon to defend myself. Brooks jumps down, and slowly advances towards me, and Quinn stands behind me.

Society has a problem. We, as human beings, tend to view issues in black and white. There is good, and there is evil. Criminals are always inherently malignant and cannot be redeemed. We revere Gandhi as a saint for his nonviolent protests against Britain’s rule in India, despite his racist view of North Africans. I too held this view of morality before I encountered the captivating young lady by the name of Kayla.

As the bus pulled up, stopping hard on the concrete, I heard her call out from behind me, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I turned to see her running as fast as she could, her dark brown pony tails bouncing under colorful barrettes. She had papers and pencils in one hand, her lunch and backpack in the other. She handed me her lunch and, as soon as I grabbed it, her pencils fall, scattering and rolling into the street. “Hurry up and get on the bus!” the driver yells gruffly. I quickly followed his instructions, chastised by his tone. As I walked on board, the odor of bile assaulted my nostrils. Trying not to breathe in the toxins in the air, I told the driver that my cousin dropped her pencils and some of them went under the bus. He rudely grunts at me, then jerks his head back, signaling me to find my assigned seat at the back of the bus. As I complied, tears begin to build up in the corners of my eyes, my feelings stinging over the bus driver’s treatment of me. When I got to my seat I crouched down, wiping at my eyes before anyone could tease me about being a baby. As the bus took off I felt an

The sound of the glass door gliding open. I knew I did not need to worry about coming to the door, because she already had it open and was coming inside. Kylee Jade one of my closer friends since our 4th grade school year. Kylee had Butter Pecan brown hair that now glimmered with a slight element of honey blonde to make it look more dynamic, and it overtook the majority of her back down to the waist. Eyes of turquoise, and they held a slight wildness to them. She was petite no more than 5’5, and her charming and alluring gaze halted that of giants to a motionless wall. This all became reality after our sixth grade school year. “I’m going to modernize myself.” She declared as she remained next to me on the bus partly dormant.

When she told me it happened I was shocked like a sloth. Then when I came into the classroom I noticed that half of the class was missing. I ask the teacher where

I found your discussion post to be mad reliable, but I remember one time I was interested in this women while in high school three years ago. In high school I was not the most popular person, but everybody knew me for making beats. The women or girl I was interested in time I believed to be full of herself at first, but once I actually got to know her she was mad down to earth. Anyhow, I feel like my post is dumb, but have a nice day

I needed to say something quick, so I asked her where she lived now. She told me that she lived on Central Park West and how my family should come see hers. So being nice and wanting to meet her kids, I gladly accepted and told her how her family should come and have dinner with mine. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing noise; as we look up there is black smoking coming out of the back of the bus. This was Mary’s bus; this meant she had to leave to go home to her family. I told her goodbye. Mary got on that old worn-out bus and as she went on her way I remembered something. I never told her my address, and she never gave me hers. So I stood there waiting for something to happen like a tree waiting for it’s leaves to change color and become renewed, but nothing ever did. I looked at my watch, and noticed it had been thirty minutes since we started talking, but it felt like only been five. I started my route back home and

I plopped down in the bus seat laying my head against the cool glass of the window. The