Personal Narrative-Margot

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

" Ah... did that child just...?" Cole turns his head side to side, trying to see where did that infant disappear to. He then looks under the table, wondering if the poor thing slipped out of his father's arms. "Where did that little one toddle off too?" Cole slowly lifts his head back from under the table when Lenny gleefully chasing after his baby boy. Ah, the life of a parent. Well, super natural parent that is. A bittersweet chuckle escapes from his mouth as his attention turns back to the aggron lad in front of him.

"Junior year is the year you find out who you really are." That's what I have heard from previous juniors in my two years of high school. I had started to believe they were right but didn't want to settle with it until it happened to me. I have been friends with Ally since we were pre-school age. We had briefly lost touch for the past few years but began to reconnect once we had more classes together. After her first day of softball practice, Ally came to me and said, "Kelsey, the new girl on the softball team, is just so annoying. Like, I can't stand her."

In November my sister Brandie came down to my house. Brianna and I got our items. Then I had walked outside with the items and taken all of it to the car. I went back in then we had to say our good-byes to our endeared idolised mother.

It’s strange to think that the 2009 drama about Julia child, called “Julia and Julia”, was what evoked my passion for food. Not food exactly, but the plethora of healing properties it may contain. I’m not referring to your basic scrambled eggs or buttered toast, instead, I became fascinated in aromatic Thai curries and the restorative properties of cinnamon. I bought my first cookbook in 8th grade, and prepared myself for the destructive summer ahead. Fried pans and burnt noodles stayed fragrant in the air for weeks upon their demise. Apple rinds and decayed broccoli florets filled our trash bag to the brim, trapping its stench only slightly. As any 12-year old, I eventually gave in to the hard-earned truth that it was highly unlikely

My hands glide across the piano keys Covered in scars that stand as a reminder of ma A reminder of the accident A reminder of my mistake And a reminder of her death Now things are better, Crops are growing Daddy’s happy and he found a girl named Louise She's nothing like ma

Fifth grade has passed and it was the first week of summer vacation, my neighbors were moving but I really didn’t care. I haven’t actually got to know them as I moved here recently, Krochmally Avenue is a busy street. There are always cars passing by including moving trucks that stop by this small apartment. I spot an old man with his son, at least I think thats his son. They’re both holding the same big fox, then the boy writes a word on the box. The word was “FREE”

“Come on, let's go,” said Kathie. “No, we can just sleep here in the park, behind the bushes. Did you bring our sleeping bags?” I said sarcastically. “Em, come on, seriously,” said Katherine. “I'm not joking anymore.” “Ok, fine. Just wait,” I said, trying to peer over the bushes. “Hey! Kathie, look there's a shoe over there.” “Who cares? Someone probably dropped it,” she replied. “Yeah, I'm just gonna leave my shoe behind the bushes,” I responded smartly. As I advanced on the bush, I gasped. Suddenly unable to find my voice, I spoke “K-Kathie…,” “Yeah?” she called out. “C-can you come over here?” I stammered. She slowly walked over, approaching the bush, I heard her gasp quietly. We stayed there a minute or two listening to our heavy breaths.

As William was riding his bike in the frigid and rainy weather, he saw Margot’s house. He dared not to even look by because he was so frightened by Margot’s parent. He remembered when he had accidentally “pushed” Margot in the hallway, but it wasn't him, it was that kid who was next to him. Margot yelled in a irated voice, “ Why would you do that!?!?!”

Why are we making so many sandwiches?” Tia asked, rudely talking with her mouth full of the pink lady she rudely stole from my fruit basket all while rudely sitting atop my kitchen counter. “And why can’t I have one?”

She closed the book she was holding and placed it back on its shelf. She glanced at the clock that on the wall opposite her and swore quietly. The time was nearly ten and outside the window she could see it was

My eyes lazily looked around the small, but quaint restaurant. It was one of those open mike restaurants where anyone can go up on stage and play their music. No one said it was good music though. Most of them are just amataur performers who want a free Gin and tonic; but it was what made this restaurant gain it's popularity. Though, I find it hard to believe since the place is about the size of a bedroom, maybe two.

I arose in a haze, baffled and confounded from the claustrophobic trains that allowed me to foresee death. The amber sun was burning a hole in the sky, my eyes competed with the vast brightness that was being emitted. I had yearned the blinding light that obscured vision, with the appreciation of clean air that empowered purity, contradicting the speculation I was perpetrating.

Margot gave a small nod of her head to indicate that she still wanted to call. Her mother always answered, and knew what to do when things like this happened. Margot called her mother multiple times, but there was no answer. She gave up and tears slid down her face. An hour later, she heard her mother pull up in the parking lot. She jumped up, forgetting how upset she was about being locked in the closet. Margot ran outside in the rain to her mother and hugged her.