Personal Narrative: Mr. Cassidy

I fluttered my eyes open. Today would be a new day full of opportunities and chances to make it a great,what could go wrong.Then I remembered. I remembered what would happen that day. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Tossing, and turning with thoughts whipping and circling through my head.I drew a stiff bre My eyes filled with tears, and my body jerked with anger. Why? Why today? I thought. I threw my head into my pillows and stayed there for what I thought was forever.

this, this was just the means to an end, nothing more. The dark grey clouds hung

"I couldn't find a place to park my car," he explains. "But I clearly remember you wearing a white dress when you left this morning. It was fuc-" She clears her throat and glares at him. "Super cute."

Ryan Davis is my best friend for many reasons. Ryan is 13 years old and loves to play with nerf guns. You should see his collection and how many bullets he has. Let me just tell you that he has a lot of them. He also pretends that they are real and like he is in an actual war. In his backyard he has these boulder type things that he uses to play. Whenever I go to his house we always go outside with nerf guns and have a nerf war. Ryan is important to me because his parents are nice to me and my family, and Ryan is nice to me and my family. They help us out a lot, whether it be taking me somewhere when my parents are at work,or taking me to his house to hang out. One thing we also always do whenever I go to his house is we jump on his trampoline.

Mr. Miller, my seventh grade homeroom teacher, “strongly encouraged” us to bring treats to class every Friday. He led us to believe that sharing cheap, processed foods laced with exorbitant amounts of refined sugar and saturated fats was the way to make friends. It was, however, quite obvious to a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds that Miller was more concerned with maintaining his lifelong friendship with Little Debbie than he was with helping us get to know one another. A man whose license plate read “Ursa Major,” was more than just a fan of bears—he seemed to be the “Great Bear” himself. Standing about 6’2”, probably weighing in at more than 300 pounds, with a short, yet scruffy brown beard and long pointed snout, this lazy beast

After Finals, I came back to San Pedro for the summer. You wouldn't think the place would have changed that much in a year, but it sure as hell felt like I was living in another country. Most of the guys I went to high school had moved on by then and the whole town seemed so fucking strange.

I’ve just arrived in Washington D.C and departed from the Addison Road. Now I’m making my way towards the bus stop, then from there I’m on my way to the airport. The sun was shining much brighter outside of the train; however, the luminosity of the sky did not reflect well the temperature. Walking, what should have only taken 5 minutes, felt like an eternity. Once you’ve been traveling for long enough, you start to pick up on some things. For starters, the bus drivers start to get getting uglier, and uglier the farther you descend south. Also the activities you do to pass the time differ depending on the mode of transportation. I’d say your mental state of mind has more to do with how fast time flies than anything. You don’t expect to be on

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

I have been having a lot of trouble with writing google is not correcting some misspellings I make so I have had to go back and fix it myself.And Morgan keeps wanting me to share the Doc with her but it's really hard because this is filled with a bunch of personal stuff and I know for a fact Morgan will tell everybody.And yet I’m still going to share it with her because she is my friend.Let's talk about my relationship with Mckenna.You see I would love to be dating Mckenna but she has a boyfriend so I’ll just have to wait.The realtionship I want to have is boyfriend and girlfriend but not like you think.If I were to ever become her boyfriend all I would want is hugs and stuff and to hang out and overall just be better friends.I would kiss her

“Griffin was not a friend of mine. He was ugly inside and out and wished truly he was laying on this table instead of you.” It may have sounded cruel to say about someone she knew for several years. So was he, Kat thought as she brushed the light coloured hair from Ashlynn’s face before pushing herself away from the table.

Sitting on the banks of a once raging river, I stare out among the hulking remnants of a time long forgotten. The rusted, protruding remains promise tetanus to the tired and careless.

There is one person in my life who I have always looked up to, his name is Austin Thompson. Several years ago at a little peoria convention known as Anime Zap, I took part in a cosplay skit competition, my first ever infact. My rival/ opponent, was no other than Austin. This is the day that we met, he cosplayed as Marshall Lee from “Adventure Time” and I was Yuuki Cross from “Vampire Knight”. We instantly became great friends, as do most people at conventions, but this made the competition much harder. I was performing a color guard staff routine to the theme song of my show and he was doing a comedy skit. Low and behold, the newbie who had never been to a convention like this, won the skit competition. This is when Austin made a huge decision.

My family name is the Bennett`s when me and my mother walkin into Walmart or maxway. we always have someone to say hey Bennett family.one day I asked my mom were did I get my last name from . she told me from my grandfather. wen I asked him he said he got his from his mom. Then one day my mom waz on facebook and she showed me another peson name Bennett she thought we was related to them. The only people in my family name Bennett is me m mom my uncle and my grandfather. Then one day on facebook we saw a Bennett sweater I told my dad hre wanted me to get him one. I told him your name is not Bennett he said ok but I got one and so does my mother and my uncle. When we all went on a family trip. We all had a good time we went to flordia and we

Hi everyone! I'm Larkin, a photography enthusiast and electronic DJ/Music producer. I was raised in the backwoods of North Florida and introduced to photography by my art teacher in high school. I later learned that my dad used to have his own dark room in his house when he was a young teenager (I guess photography runs in the family). I started taking photos with black and white film when I was 16 and later moved on to my Canon DSLR which I still use today. I focus on nature landscape and macro photography, but I will photograph anything that catches my eye as different or interesting; something that stands out from everything else.

"No I'm just kidding, that dress looks beautiful... oh, and yes, you look okay yourself." Paul is now laughing unable to help himself.