Personal Narrative: Monster

I know you’re going to try to find me, if you haven’t started already, but you have to turn back. Bonehill and my grandfather’s debt aren’t worth it. The dangers here are too great.

This assignment brought me closure, the making of “The rose that grew from the concrete” brought me to tears literally. My sons birthday took place on a Saturday, and the drawings and final cuts of the paper were made the night before Friday. I made arrangements before hand, and decorated the basement with a Teen Titans theme on Thursday. I was feeling bitter sweet about my sons birthday since he was turning five. I believe that this year was harder one me, since he had just started school for the first time. As I pressed play on my final product a million things ran through my head.

I started my walk from the AGO which is located on Dundas Street West. It was a sunny and bright day early in the morning. People seemed to be walking towards the art gallery from all directions of the city as well as riding up on their bikes. The many bikes standing by the gallery gave the impression that many visitors were flocking to the site. The revolving doors of the art gallery were moving continuously, people were going in and out. The constant movement indicated to me that the place was popular. The entrance of the gallery seemed also to be a temporary meeting hub for people. It is by the entrance that people stood together and chatted. As I stood and observed the gallery, I also witnessed many groups of children walking

The clanking of the oxygen tanks being loaded onto the boat sounded in my ears as I stepped onto the pier with my dad and brother. As we walked toward our transportation for the day, I adjusted the mesh bag on my shoulder that held all my gear. I was a ball of nerves and apprehension. Today was the day I had been waiting for all summer, and I could barely contain my excitement. After settling onto the boat and greeting the other passengers, I felt the vibration of the engines as we sped off for the day’s extravaganza: scuba diving.

When I arrive home, I go into the kitchen and grab a snack. No one was home so I decided to go to sleep. I lay in my bed and try to focus on sleeping. I lay for two, four hours, sleep evades me. I groggily find my way into the bathroom and grab a dixie cup and melatonin to aid me in sleep. I don't remember much about how I got to bed when I wake up, or much about my dream. But I do remember seeing Isac dead in my dream, and the light from my necklace shining through the room. I know something isn’t right, and while I can’t place exactly what it is, I know it’s bad.

I leaned into him while Kimmie leaned back on me and Addison on the other side of Val. About halfway through the movie I looked over to see that both the girls had fallen asleep. I laid my head down on Val's shoulder and quickly fell asleep as well. I was woken up to the door opening. I looked over to see Maks walking in. "What are you doing here?" He asked Val. "He's helping me with the girls, since you can't seem to be here for them," I sassed. "P, it's fine I can leave," Val said. "No no no you actually do something while your douche of a brother is never home," I said. "Excuse me. You're the one who married me and I'm the father of your daughters," he yelled. "Well you're their father but you don't act like a dad," I yelled back. "Momma," Addison sobbed as she woke up. "Baby," I said pulling her into a hug as she cried on my shoulder. Maks came over and rubbed her back but she snuggled into me and tried to get away from him. "Uncle Val?" Kimmie said as she woke up. "What's up buttercup," he said picking her up. "Why papa here?" She asked. "He lives here," Val explained. "Oh he no move?" Kimmie asked. "No baby girl," I cut in. I shot Maks a death glare. His kids don't even think he lives

The day the second monster came I was at middle school. I stood by my locker trying to remember what I needed to bring to my next class when my closest friend started walking toward me. She walked toward me like a queen walking to her throne.

I am Ken and I am 14 years old. I am really good at sports. When my family and I moved here in New York from Paris , it was really hard to adjust. I don’t know anyone in New York. However, when I first came here, I met some new friends in the first day of school. “Hey, are you new here?” asked stranger.

“Izzy?” I said she looked up her expression full of fear. “No time” Izzy said shaky “Get in the car.” Rose and I sat in the back as Izzy through our bags in the car. “We have to get to the safe house” she kept saying. Every time she said it the car would get faster and faster until it couldn’t get faster anymore. She suddenly Slammed on the breaks as we came to the public entrance of the lake we live on. “Follow” Izzy said as she got in our boat and put the luggage in. Rose and I exchanged glances and hopped in the boat. Izzy started driving to our families private island where my Grandmas lived before she died. But something strange was happening I could see Large buildings on the island. Rose nudged me and said do you see the giant houses on Grandmas island. I slowly nodded and she said “Well were not going insane at least if we both see it.” We quickly neared the island and in a matter of minutes we were on the shore. We all stepped out of the boat and grabbed our suite cases Rose as snippy as she was stomped up the beach sat on her suitcase and demanded an explanation. “I’m not leaving this spot until I get an explanation” she said

Have you ever had a thought in your mind where it comes out of nowhere and hits you like a freight train? An idea so amazing that you’d stop at nothing to make it happen. A couple weeks ago we started a group project in English class called “Social Monsters”. Each group had to choose a “monster” that plagued the world today from a disturbing alphabet video. My group, me, Harvey and Ben, choose world hunger as our monster.

She had ran from him for what felt like hours. Her wild curly hair snagged on the bushes and shrubs scattered on the forest floor, but she could not let this stop her. Not while the enraged monster was so close behind. His legs were much longer than hers, but she was light and didn’t have to worry about the branches swaying just above. Ready to knock down whoever dare run into them. She continued her trek through the dense forest. Constantly listening for leaves rustling under his trampling feet. A hard smack and choking sound. Then all was silent. She looked back over her shoulder; never slowing her pace. But her monster was down. He lay in the dirt with a large red welt swelling on his throat. The tiny girl dropped to her knees and sobbed.

The only thing that lies ahead is darkness. I was born only for revenge, a killer from the shadows. To cause others misery and pain. This is all that I am and now you know too, but you can never escape the storm that is coming.

“Hello?, wake up!” I slightly opened my eyes to find a man in my face, I bolted up right “what are you doing!” I questioned. Then I started to remember I had been on a bus to Stanford. He must be the driver. I apologized for my rudeness and got up, and grabbed my bags. After again apologizing, I went off to find my dorm.

It happened to me again, today. The same group of girls harassed me yet, again. This time, they took my gym clothes, and before I could get them back, made me run through the halls. As I ran, I tried my absolute best to cover up as much skin as I could with my two bare hands. I couldn’t cover much though, I’m too fat. Throughout the halls, my classmates’ eyes pierced my skin like a fire roasting a marshmallow. My skin grew a boiling layer as everyone was focussed on me. The flashing of their phone’s cameras made me blind and caused my skin melt off. I could feel the heat rising off of my embarrassed, cherry red, face as everyone snapchatted the whole thing and posted videos of me all over instagram. Once I caught up to the girls, they made

Where did my monster go? so my monster was in my sister's room after all.