Personal Narrative: Life On A Line

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

This little scene was written as a response to a fanfic meme where NN wished for a scene with the Master, River Song and spanking and FF River Song and something kinky. In effect this is a missing scene from Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life and follows directly after the second chapter, Mid-Term. However, you don’t have to read the fic, just keep in mind that the Master has just told River that if she slaps him one more time she will get a good spanking. Guess what her response to that is?

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

Transcending boundaries takes hard work, perseverance, and courage. In life, we face a plethora of problems on a daily basis. Most are insignificant but every person has come across a problem that has cause distress. I faced many boundaries throughout my life, but the boundaries that have affected my life the most are living in single parent home and facing my mother’s new ailment. These adversities shaped me into the person I am today. With my perspective on life, I believe that not only will I spread my positive influence on others at Wake Forest University, but throughout the whole world.

Life is like a cross road, you can take different paths. Just like freshmen year when i had to either get passing grades to play football or not be eligible to play for bad grades.

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

My road starts in Iraq, where I started playing soccer. Soccer has and still is, a big part of my life. I started it after my uncle died. He loved soccer and was the best uncle ever. My father did soccer and so is my brother at FFC. 2 years in soccer at a game is where I first broke a bone, my right leg. I threw up and then fainted. I spend about a week in the hospital. My road keeps moving to Jordan, more specifically in Amman. I have stopped playing soccer after I broke my leg. So I got into karate. I began karate about the 2nd month living in Jordan. I picked it up very quickly.I earned my black belt. One tragic day at a competition, the same leg broke again.

The cars continue to zoom by me as I begin to cry. The acrid smell of burning tires and exhaust fumes fill my nose. A horn honks, prodding me to cross, but my own indecision forbids me. My tears only make seeing harder, and now I’m crying both at that fact that I’m immobilized by fear, and at my own futility. I’m a chubby, little eight-year-old girl standing at the edge of the curb, trying cross the street. I am at the final intersection before my school, but all the crosswalk guards are gone. Earlier that morning I woke up late, so I had to ride my bike to school. The cars seem to be going at an impossible speed and veering toward me. I stand there for five minutes, contemplating whether I can cross, before I finally give up and walk back home in shame.

It happened in an instant. There was a light, misty rain. The road was wet, slick and covered with gravel. I had driven home this way one thousand times, but today would be different. As I steered the car through the slow, wide right curve my tires hit some wet gravel. Maybe the low setting sun got in my eyes, maybe the radio was too loud, or maybe I was tired from a long day at school, but I took the turn too wide and the car started to slide off the road to the right. Panicked, I pulled the wheel and over-corrected the slide to the left. I swerved across the oncoming cars, jumped the car over the drainage ditch and landed into someone’s front yard. The car destroyed the lamp post, clipped the old oak tree, and spun around 360 degrees.

Here, everyone creates their own path towards a unique future, and that’s exactly the kind of place I need. Because I know my direction, and I know where I’m going.

There is pain and there is heartbreak, and on a beautiful summer day in August 2015, I discovered just that. Nothing could have prepared me for the dramatic turn my life was about to take. The life-altering day that my parents decided to separate changed me forever, but broadened my understanding of inner strength and the importance of independence.

The next day couldn't come fast enough. I woke up extra early that morning to get ready. After I took a shower I put on an army green baggy shirt, my black skinny jeans with a tear in one of the knees and my adidas. I left my hair natural and did light makeup. It was Saturday so I didn't actually have work today, but they said since Justin likes my help so much that they would like me to make sure he gets home safely and that he's fine when he gets there.

Bare feet slammed against the sun bathed sidewalk as we huffed heavy breaths, going on with our escapade. Tired of adults, my sister, cousin, and I decided to hit the road.