Personal Narrative: Maria

Maria was at the lunch table one day. As she was about to eat her brownie the school bully walked up her name was Jawanna. She was the biggest and the meanest girl in the grade and she loved picking on Maria. She walked up to Maria and said “let me have your brownie” even though Maria wanted her to eat it she gave it to jawanna anyway. So when jawanna walked away Maria’s friend Jessica came and told her “If you don’t stand up for yourself she is not going to stop picking on you” so she told Jessica if I feed her enough dessert she’ll have a heart attack and they giggled. The next day jawanna wanted Marias mechanical pencil so she asked and Maria said no and she took it anyway and gave Maria a cheap wooden pencil at the end of class she gave

“Maria! Maria where are you?” I look around the vast yard searching for my sister. I give up looking, she’ll eventually come in when she notices I’ve stopped looking for her. I pass my mother on our porch staring into the horizon waiting for something that’ll never happen. “A blizzard” the radio had crackled out last night. The reporter said that anyone in Oklahoma to leave if they still can. My father and I don’t believe that bogus, but it has Ma a bit rattled. I ran up the stairs of our rickety old house up to the attic. I heard the slamming of the door. It must be Maria, ‘cus it’s still light outside so Pa shouldn’t be home yet. I peek down stairs and Maria and ma are heading into the kitchen to cook supper. I know I should go and help but

Hola Diana, yes it was good to see them even though it was only one night. We don't have many houses built on stilts either but with the sea levels rising it is something the government should be thinking about, but they never do think do they, it's always about short term gain from short term brains.

“I will tell you when I woke up to see Marisa standing over me it was the most relieving and terrifying sight I have ever had to wake up to, and I had to wake up next to Stephan for a while. She ended up telling me I was asleep for almost two days, and when Stephen would come into the room which was almost three times a day Alexander would take her into a different room and make sure she didn’t hear anything.” I started to tear up, “ I remember breaking down in her arms, and begging her to kill me. How could I ever live like this? How could this guy, who I trusted, do something like this to me? I lost everything the night he decided that his teenage hormones were worth more than my life, or even my best friends life. I will tell you all, I

When I was little, I didn’t know I could see paranormals. I didn’t know they existed. I was in a foster care system. One day, I wanted to go to the library. I walked through the cemetery and saw a guy sitting on the gravestone. I looked at him and saw right through him. I got so scared. Paranormals have normal people skin but underneath they are ugly. I see them for who they are underneath their skin. The ICPA uses me to bag and tag these paranormals now. Nobody else can see these monsters, so I taze them and put a tracker on their ankle and read them their rights, They need to be in ICPA custody so they don’t hurt anybody. Vamps suck people’s blood and Zombies eat people and hags eat little kids and werewolfs howl and the moon and attack people.

It was a cold winter day in the outskirts of New York. He was sitting in the window, clearly playing the piano. He moved with such passion and charisma, that you would have thought he was in a deep relationship with it. He seemed to be in his mid-20s, and he was completely taken away by the music that was rolling out of his fingers. I, Rachel Smith, am truly mesmerized by this body that I do not even know. I had never noticed the boy before, as I have walked by this house a nearly dozen times this week. I have concluded that he is a guest, inside the massive house that stands before me or the person living inside, hired this boy to play for his guests. As I proceed to stand here and wonder, I realized that the boy is sad. He seems happy with

Have you ever changed your mind about something? Well I have. First, My friend, Ivy told me to listen to a singer Melanie Martinez. She made me listen to the song Cake. The style of the song was different from the other music I listened to, I just didn't like Melanie or her songs. At this point I was sitting in the room listening to the whole album and I hated it, song after song I was getting agitated.

It was a summer day and I was sitting under the shade in the backyard when I heard the car’s wheels pull up to the driveway. It was my owner “Dad” as Christi would say, when even her fathers name is actually David. I don’t know why she calls him that. I peered through the slits of the picket fence. All I could see was a portion of the car and some of the drive way. Then I saw Christi hop out and she sounded excited. I couldn't see because they left the driveway and I heard them go into the house. I was waiting for them to open the back door as usual. Then I heard the door click and it came open Christi was sitting there with a poodle in her arms. “Clifford this is your new sister.”

I woke up around 7 by someone knockig on the door it was probably Daniela and Krystal who had forgotten their keys or lost them while partying. I got up and fixed my vneck tank top I was freezing cold since I had short shorts on and my tank top. I walked downstairs and opened the door."Ugghh Daniela you should seriously stop loosibg your keys and Krystal stop forgetting them".I walked back upstairs to my room I brushed my teeth and took a shower. When I finished I wrapped the towel around my body I played my favorite song All I Ever Wanted by Basshunter on my phone. I walked out of my bathroom to grab my panty and bra but somone covered my eyes making me jump and scream "Aaa!!"I screamed. "Sshhh it is just me"the person said "Harry? what are

A fabulous morning spent with the Evans family, Wirral, celebrating the arrival of baby James

Lucia is my 10 month old niece who resembles every single cute entity on this planet. Sometimes she looks like a chick, sometimes a puppy, and sometimes an angel. Most of the time she just looks like a perfect, chubby, mini human. Not only is her physical appearance sweet but her personality is enchanting and lively as well. She constantly makes adorable sounds and does silly things that bring smiles to the faces of the people around her.

“Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.” This quote is exactly like Elle and I’s friendship. We always laugh until our stomachs hurt and smile through life together. I have know Elle since I was 2 years old and she was 1. That is 12 years of friendship. Elle and I met at daycare. We were both shy at first but at the end of the first day we cried when our mom’s came to pick us up.

There I was pacing back and forth in my room after getting ready for a new thing I’ve never really done before. My nerves how shot high just thinking about going out onto that stage by myself. I felt like my whole body was going to collapse from being so nervous. My best friend, Micheala, was there keeping me afloat somehow. She had quoted one of our favorite authors, J.K. Rowling, earlier that morning. Micheala had told me “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you got enough nerve.” It must been her way to try and calm me down because it work to a certain degree.

Have you ever woken up feeling Megan Fox confident? Slip into that look at me outfit that accents your best features. Mascara goes on the best it’s ever gone on, coating every lash with maximum volume and length. Then suddenly, you hear your inner Beyonce humming a soft “I’m feeling myself”.

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said