Personal Narrative : My Beautiful Girl

I am not a repressed housewife. I am not a sweet dormouse that fears making waves. I am a millennial, and I am loud. I am a person who believes in America, and its policy of justice for all. Feminism is a huge aspect of our society. It's hard to scroll through social media without seeing a post about infringement on women's rights. I've never considered myself to be a feminist, and I still don't. However, one incident changed the way that I looked at the world, and how safe I felt within it. This incident showed me who I want to be in the world. My mom and I had just stopped at a Hardee's not too far from my small hometown. We were returning from a college tour downstate, and were starving by the time we reached Manistique. We could smell

Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note.

I was the one who initiated my relationship. First impressions were made from behind a screen, with a Xbox controller in my hand. I couldn’t help but notice a teammate from an online game chosen at random. I drew the conclusion that she had at least one thing in common with me, so I added her as a friend. Once she replied, I climbed onto the experimenting step. We bantered about our interests in the game, and eventually, our mutual tastes in activities and music. I was shocked that someone was so similar to me. As time progressed, our relationship started intensifying. Our communication increased, and I had the privilege of video chatting with her on Skype for the first time. In a way, a new first impression was formed. She seemed so shy compared to the girl I used to twiddle my thumbs for. Hearing her nervously say, “Hi, it’s Sydney," for the first time opened up another channel of communication.

I know that I only have the one picture (update 3 1/2 pictures - so there). I have been told that I should post more but I don't have any. Seriously, what guy has a lot of pictures of himself? That just doesn't seem normal. I'll try to get more.

On April 26th,1999 I emerged into the world a happy baby given the name Bethany Gavin. I’m now in year 12 and I attend Cooks Hill Campus, Big Picture. My education began here in year 10 after leaving three years of home schooling and have grown as a student as the years have gone on.

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

The clouds were black, immeasurable, and grotesque. I still believe it was because my best friend was leaving for war. My friend Nicholas was the only person that I could have reliance and certainty with. He was the person that when the stresses of the world got to heavy on my shoulders he would pick the world up of my shoulders and carry the burden of the stresses of reality for me. In the end there are no words to describe the signification he has in my life and there is no comfort that can fix the loss that I feel in my heart because of his absence. So for the time being my heart will be in two places, half with me here in Denver, Colorado and the other half in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

As the school year went on we lived our lives like normal teenagers would, except I started to find interest in a girl named Leanna. After a couple of dates, Leanna and I were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Keep in mind, I just met this girl and only after a couple of dates were we already official. As you may have guessed, I am foreshadowing the mistake of rushing into things. It didn’t take long to realize that I did not get to see her true colors before dating because let me tell you, those colors were dark and vicious.

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

This dream was way beyond romantic, but of course it also has to be a little weird. It was like the manga I read called First Girl. In the beginning of what I remember; I was following a guy under water. When we had reached the destination, he had said a chant in front of two very large tiki statues and when he was finished they had opened up to a secret passageway. When he went in, I had waited for a few seconds and then I had said the following chant myself and continued into the passage as well (I never saw what was in there).

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside

She decided to let me go with her and i was so excited. I 'd never gone to prom before. I didn 't know if i was more excited to get a dress or to goto the actual prom. I wasn 't sure how joni felt about the whole thing yet. Nick gave my snap chat to a bunch of his friends and we started snapping. I met a whole bunch of Joni and nick 's friends. Joni told me about all the ones she was friends with and how she knew them. We started to spend a lot of time together, talking about prom and just everything.