Personal Narrative: Lena's Home

Although everything may seem like it fits perfectly, sometimes people just tell you what you want to hear. Ariana’s last two years have been filled with Kaitlynn sob stories about how she was wrongfully committed. After Briana Leigh’s confession her story all fell into place. This lead to Ariana taking a drunk Briana Leigh to a lake and drowning her. Ariana couldn’t believe that she ever thought Kaitlynn had lied to her. Just like always, Ariana formed a plan. This time, her plan was to get Kaitlynn out of Brenda T. so that they could finally move on with their lives like they always daydreamed about. When Kaitlynn finally does get out, they meet at the lake, where Briana Leigh Covington was killed. In this part of the book, Kaitlynn’s walls

Tizio brought Painted Girl home after a long day of work. There was an odd car in the driveway. Painted Girl got out of Tizio’s truck and waved goodbye to him. She made her way up the walkway, pausing to look at the plain stoop. Beige siding, railing and door, the only color change was from the off-white concrete. She made mental plans for the entrance but wondered about the spiffy new Land Rover in the drive. She sighed. She hoped that Sarah had followed the plans for the house. It was written down in clear English, all she had to do was follow directions. She continued to hesitate worried that the house would be chaotic. She wanted to be home for Christmas. She reached for the door handle but it was jerked out of her hands and she

When I was six I wanted to be Hannah Montanna. When I was 12 I still dreamed of becoming a pop-star, but figured I could have a second job too – just in case. I’m seventeen now and I’ve have read Maya Angalou and Ralph Waldo Emerson; I’ve studied American history, marvled at astounding scientific discoveries, and cheered for political revolutions. I've traveled to different states and analyzed geological features for the aesthetic beauty and for the geological history. I've done many things, the logical step here would be then for me to pick; speak or forever hold my peace, but in all honesty, I don't know what I want to be. My six-year old self would say it's because I've seen too much, I think it's because I haven't seen enough. I want to

I saw several examples of nonverbal behavior; pulling out your Bible, and sitting and listening to the preacher. Having your Bible represents shows that you are their to learn. Listening to the preacher while sitting down shows respect and that you want to be learning about God.

Stay away from me.” Yells Aaron as he ran into the arms of Jasmine, squeezing her tight and not letting her go. Sophie is speechless. Does Aaron know the truth of Katrina’s death,? Sophie wondered. Jasmine looked away and looked around the house that had once been a bright happy family home, all the experiences are now faded memories. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air,” Sophie asked Aaron. They both walk outside and sit down the lushes green grass. Sophie still holding Jasmine’s diary holded it tight in her hands staring deeply into thick brown cover, but she wasn’t just captivated by the book she was overtaken by the red blood finger prints that laid on the bottom left hand corner of the diary. Aaron looks at Sophie, then at the house and then back at Sophie. He grabbed the diary from Sophie and opened it. He flicked through a few pages till he reached the exact page that Sophie had read earlier, grabed a pen out of his pocket, took a deep breath and started to write something “I know you killed my

Lena is Charlotte’s roommate and only girl friend. She is always there for Charlotte and does not believe the rumors she frequently hears about her. She sees the best in people, even seemingly rigid Charlotte, and is perky in every situation. Lena is the sole constant in Charlotte's life. Although Charlotte has Jamie, he is not what one would call a normal friend, not only due to their connections of ancestry, but the fact that he is pulled into the mystery on a personal level. Lena, however, is a very normal high school girl of whom Charlotte is somewhat envious because of her normal life. Lena genuinely wants to be Charlotte’s friend and wants what is best for her. She never waivers from supporting Charlotte even in unnerving situations. Charlotte sometimes tries to pay Lena for things she does for her. “Ugh, don't be weird about it. We're friends” (Cavallaro 181). Even though Lena could take the money, she refuses it and insists she is helping Charlotte because she is her friend. Charlotte is not accustomed to people who do not take bribes in exchange for favors. Having someone who acts like a real friend helps Charlotte to grow as a person and have some sense of stability. Charlotte does not usually get close to people, but Lena is one exception. “I shouldn't have been surprised she brought in Lena . . . Lena huddled against her roommate [Charlotte] with a familiarity that was almost shocking” (Cavallaro 180). It surprises even Jamie that Charlotte allows Lena to get close to her emotionally and physically, but Charlotte does this because she trusts Lena as a friend and treasures their relationship.

Days she’s determined to make everything work — to balance both her worlds, pushing through her normal life and making time for everything, everyone, for things that will make them happy. Their questions became more, and this made her pull herself back slightly, further from them and more to him. She’s trying, though. Still, they slander what she has with him with their words, and unknowingly who she is, the parts they haven’t got to know yet. It’s wounding. She tried sneaking up to her room at the crack of dawn to avoid when drenched in mud, her clothes torn to shreds, blood dripping. They had seen it and retreated from her quietly, getting in the car for school.

At younger ages, my niece Mckenzie and I used to go to my abuela’s house all the time. The old woman with the Panamanian accent loved spending time with her family, and it gave my parents and brother a break from watching over us. Mckenzie and I had many places where we would play, but none as often as the basement.

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

Who is Katelyn Ballard? Katelyn is a student, a sister, and most definitely, a pet lover. I am a senior at Franklin County and have lived here since May 30, 1998, which is my birthday. Even though I have lived here seventeen years, I have moved houses six times. I currently live on Tims Ford Lake with my Mom and step dad. I have one older brother, Cody, and two step siblings, Cade and Carly. I have two dogs, Dixie and my favorite, Marley. I enjoy high school, but just like every other senior; I am ready to be done. I plan on entering Motlow’s nursing program then furthering my education at MTSU to become a nurse practitioner. Taking care of people has always been an instinct of mine, so a job in the medical field is ideal for me. I enjoy writing

A few years ago, a friend of mine named Angela, invited me to her family’s Thanksgiving. The invitation was offered for the sole reason that she did not wish to be alone with her cousin, who to her and to her parent’s was a corrupting influence. An agreement was struck and my mother and I drove to the camp where it was to be held and sojourned for the night. Upon our arrival it was just Angela’s immediate family and us, and even when her cousin arrived, we avoided her. However, in the morning the situation changed. Not only had Angela’s friend, Christian, who I was not expecting, arrived, but Angela’s parents convinced Angela to spend time with her cousin. This transmuted the entire dynamic of the environment.

Half way through my sophomore year, I got my driver’s license. Every teenager looks forward to when they can go driving around town. I turned sixteen on February sixth in two-thousand fourteen. Teenagers can get a little rebellious on the roads. On April twenty-third of the same year, I learned that it isn’t good to be rebellious.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

Bonnie was sitting in her living room chair, skyping with her friends. For some reason her friend that was also conveniently named Whitney, wanted her friends to write her a fictional story. And as Bonnie was writing a story for her dear friend, the police rushed into the house and cuffed Bonnie. As they drove her to the police station, Bonnie already started scheming her escape. She called Dylan with her one phone call, and the plan had begun. While she was behind the cold iron bars, she heard a commotion outside the station. She smiled as she knew her plan was coming into fruition. Dylan called up his gang, The Fabled Houns, and set up an attack on the station. Using the power of Gamer Rage and educated debate, they stormed into the station demanding the release of Bonnie Le. The police had no choice to agree as the Houns influence was too much for them to handle. Bonnie was to be release, and she was on the way home when Dylan suddenly looked at her and said "Why do I do this for you?" Then, Bonnie’s biggest challenge approached her, as she felt that Dylan won’t be a reliable sidekick anymore.