Personal Narrative: Maddie's Point Of View

Matt's awe vanished in anger. “Tell her maybe it is good for nothing,” he ordered the girl. “Attean is fond of it. And it's hurt, hurt badly. We've got to get it out of that

Corvida stomped down the dirt path next to Maple Crescent Brook, muttering under her breath, “How dare that Nikki Fernandez take my

My name is Kaitlyn Hoopingarner, and I am a senior at West High School. Sioux City, Iowa has been my home for my whole life. At West High, I am involved in multiple activities: varsity wrestling cheer, robotics, and theatre. In addition to my school activities, I also paint, crochet, and play video games. I plan to attend Iowa State University to major in Computer Science. My birthday is July 25th, and Christmas is December 25th; so, my birthday is "Christmas in

The months went by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last week of school. My classes for the rest of the week, we're watching a movie and eating pizza ,but only people who had a good

17-year-old, Maddie Fynn, was taken into custody after she brutally tortured and murdered a 7-year-old child. Victim’s mother, Patricia Tibbolt, explains that she went to visit Maddie Fynn on Grand Haven St. 16378 on wednesday November 17, 2015 one week prior to the death of her son, Tevon, because she had heard about Maddie’s unusual talent of reading people’s death dates. Mrs. so and so claims to have a daughter suffering from cancer and doctors were about to place the child on a new, more effective treatment. As a concerned mother, she wanted to see if the expense for the treatment was even worth it. Maddie told her that her daughter would live to see up to 2084. Glad to hear the news, Mrs. Tibbolt started to gather her things, causing a picture of the victim to fall out of her purse. Maddie,

Ella stood in the doorway of the locker room deciding if she was going to go along with the plan or if she was going to do the right thing.

Freshman Ella. It’s a scary thought, but for this story we have to go back to March of my freshman year at an event called Chamber Festival, which is basically when you play in small groups instead of large orchestras. In our school orchestra I was second chair viola which, me only being a freshman, was a very big deal. At least it was for me. Many of my other friends in orchestra already had their own instruments, and I felt like it was time to get one of my own. So for months I begged my parents. I insisted that I wouldn’t give up playing in a year or two, that I really would stick with it long enough for the investment to make sense. Finally, in the beginning of 2015, they agreed to get me a viola. Now was the hard part, agreeing

"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to

As soon as they walked out the door Beth started to talk,“ So what kind of trouble do you want to get into tonight? Or do you want to just walk right back to Daddy and be a good girl.” She laughed.

"Shit, where is your non-girlfriend slash girlfriend at?" she asked fullily knowing she would not get an answer. "Well, I'm gonna look for the shortness," she stood up, and leaned over the boy to messed up his blond hair, "Later, get better soon so I can tease you some more." She gave him her famous shit-eating grin, before walking out of the room. Unfortunately, she did not go too far, because Sans appeared in her way.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

The sky was bright and the birds were sitting on the tree branches singing their songs. I layed in bed slowly trying to pull myself out of bed. It would be my first day back to school in 3 days. I reach for my phone to look at the time. 7:15. Schools already started so there is no point in going. The teachers will understand. I set my phone back down on the nightstand. After a few minutes pass by I hear my phone buzz. It’s a text from my friend, Britney.

Finally, at long last, Clarice strolled around the corner. “What took you so long? You said right after school!” Jordan told her quite angrily.

“Ow! That's not a reason to bite me!” Drag said, not knowing that Yolanda had flown off to another spot to rest.

Bong! Bong! Bong! Sounded the cheesey end of the day bell. I was so excited to get out of school. Why? Today was the last day of second grade! . I could go home and take a much needed summer break. I thought to myself as a trotted out to the front of the building. It wasn't that easy though because of all the screaming and rambunctious kids trying to escape the prison also. I finally made it out of the chaos and into the pick/drop off lane. Frantically looking for my mom’s van so I can get away from the school. As I was looking for the jet black van when my pesky sister crept up behind me and started rambling about her day. The van finally pulled over, I lept in the back seat. I was greeted by a hello from both my parents?! That was surprising, usually only my mom comes to pick us up so that was strange. I didn’t think to much of it though because it was the last day which is kind of special. It would make sense if they both came, along with my little sister Natalie who was not in school yet. Anyway as we were pulling out of the parking lot. I looked back at Oakdale for the last time. We just recently moved so I was finishing off the school year. It was kind of sad not being able to see most of my friends that often. Pushing those confusing emotions aside, we started heading back home. Or so I thought.