Personal Narrative-Manipulative Emotions

She looked at the ground, and her eyes looked left and right and she just nodded. I asked her again if she had been struck how. She said he (her boyfriend) pushed her. (Her boyfriend’s name is Gary Laxson, he owns a tattoo parlor next door to the Cellar Door bar.)

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pushed the narrator to an extent. She became sick of their relationship, growing numbness to the pain that he makes her face.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

She hastened. She didn’t want to feel a sense of despotism over her love-they were equal. The sudden feeling of muzzle trapped her hands. The pang of knowing she wouldn't have a second chance.

She was worried about him? Why? He waited for an answer and then remembered she could no longer read his mind. She began pulling him, her back toward the opening. That was too dangerous.

But it was her who had changed. And even as they built their army, moving on to victory, she could see the sadness in his eyes, the pain that told her in the year we had been apart; she had changed for the worse.

“NO!” He shouted as he whipped around to face her. In his anger he hadn't realized how close she had gotten and accidentally elbowed her in the eye as he spun around. Although not intentional, he hit her hard enough to knock her backwards onto the bed. Louie looked at her in dismay for a second, before softly calling out “Babe..?”

She was not the same person from the first session. She looked determined and strong. I asked her what she felt and what she was set to do now that she began to find her closure. She replied, “I forgive this man. If I don’t, I will never stop hating him and what he did. I won’t be able to move on. He did not answer my questions and I still don’t know why he did what he did or what caused him to choose us. I don’t even want to know anymore… for what? It will only make me go crazy. Before, I was simply surviving with the fact that this terrible thing happened to me. Now, I am learning to live with it. I am on a journey towards my recovery. I will heal the wounds that have been made on me, and I will be stronger than

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

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She stood behind him as he blindly looked through the dimly lit basement. He turned to the right, so close to where she was standing with his gun raised. When he turned around full she raised the paperweight and went to strike. Except the knot in her stomach stopped