Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

Before I begin to write, I want to apologize in advance just in case I seem a bit disorganized. I’ve wanted to write about my Grandma for awhile now and I even mentioned about doing an article on her about month or two ago on Facebook. Writing about her has been a rather difficult task, due to trying to find the right words that I know I won’t find. I’d also like to clarify that the reason I want to write is not that I want to pay tribute and write such a meaningful and touching post others can relate to, I simply want to do it for me.

Its a combo of a few things for me. First I started by downloading the app "Myfitness Pal" by underarmer (the free one of corse). There you plug in your current weight and then your goal weight, and it give you a "calorie limit" to kind of start off with. Then I did some research on healthier breakfast and lunch choices (leaving dinner to eat shit food lol but within the calorie limit). So for example I would eat oat meal for breakfast with almond milk instead of regular milk, or toast with avocado instead of a bagel with butter. I also carried that into my lunchs at work (let alone I started packing them, so that really helped). But for the first moth or so I wouldn't change my dinners, on the amount, to stay within the calorie limit, this way I could still enjoy food I wasn't willing to give up.

“But we have a neighbor who is a builder and his house looks fine.” My mom explains. “I’ll ask him.” My dad says. He goes over to the neighbor and chats and the neighbor comes back with my dad. “ I just called my other builders, they are coming right now.” Our neighbor says. “Also the Dust Bowl just ended, everybody is talking about it!” Our neighbor says happily. “YAY!” I scream with joy. After a few minutes, the come and fix our house. Two day later, our house is fixed! “Thank you so much, I don’t know how to repay you!” My mom says. Then after a while, I go see my room. “THERE IS NO MORE DUST IN MY ROOM!” Yell happily as I jump on my bed. Then, I sit down and say, “ Finally after all of that suffering… It’s

Piedad removed the duck and told Deyonnah to, “Finish your snack first.” Deyonnah went back to the snack table and sat down. Deyonnah got up and Ms. Piedad redirected her back to the table to clean up. Deyonnah flopped to the ground, “Bye everybody, bye, bye” she cried. The telephone rang and Ms. Piedad went to answer it. Deyonnah got up and began to climb up the cubby to get the popcorn. Ms. Chantel went to the cubby and removed the popcorn. Deyonnah hit Ms. Chantel and cried, “Why you crying?” Ms. Chantel told her, “Its ok, don’t cry. I’ll give you a napkin.” Ms. Chantel placed the napkin on the table and gave Deyonnah more popcorn. Deyonnah ate a handful then got up, ran to the carpet area and ran in circles around the stool. She then went back to the table and ate a few more pieces of popcorn, then ran back to the stool and ran in circles. Ms. Piedad prompted Deyonnah to go back to the table and helped her throw her stuff away. Deyonnah then grabbed the toys from the table, ran to the cabinet and got the whisper phone then went back to the table and began to eat her classmate’s popcorn. When her classmate returned to the table Deyonnah ran back to the carpet area and ran in

One Saturday I decided to go over to my friend Anne’s house. When I arrived I knocked on her door, Anne's mom, Mrs. Cazzato, answered. “Hi Emma,” Mrs.Cazzato said. “Hi Mrs.Cazzato,” I replied, I was just looking for Anne.” “She’s just out back,” explained Mrs.Cazzato. “Okay,” I responded, “Thank you!” I went around back and Anne was swinging on her swing. “Hi,” I said. “Hi,” she replied. I went over and sat on the swing beside her, Anne asked, “Do you want to go for a walk in the forest?” “Sure,” I said half scared half excited. “I have never been in the forest before,” I explained. “I’ve been in the forest lots of times before and it’s not that bad,” Anne explained.

Mr. Betts told his therapist, Dr. MacDuff, a very embarrassing story that occurred on his recent honeymoon. First, he was relieved to be able to discuss the issue and by the end of the session, he had learned to appreciate the humor within the pain of the situation. Later, Dr. MacDuff attended a party at a neighbor's home where they played a game called “Tell us your most embarrassing moment”. Dr. MacDuff used the story about Mr. Betts to spark real laughter in the group and it was the highlight of the game. The next day, the doc encountered a partygoer at the supermarket who again expressed his enjoyment in the anecdote. The doc, at this point, felt uneasy about his behavior and regretted telling the story.

David and I are playing baseball in the back yard when Catherine walks over to the neighbors house. David wants to give up but when she walks by I say “we have five balls left. Catherine, tell him when to swing.” He lifts his bat i pich and she yells

As I walk down the street to my apartment someone unexpectedly pops out of a bush all scratched up and dirty. “Whoa! Are you alright? You look like you just got beat up pretty good,”I surprisingly said. She looks at herself while saying “Yeah just fine,I found a cat and thought it was a good idea to pet him. As you can see it wasn 't. But i’m fine!” I say “Alright then,wanna come to my apartment, you look like you could need some water.” She shakes her head and sighs “No I gotta go but nice meeting you, how about we meet up here tomorrow after school?” I nod then wave.

Mrs. Schuh is a very eccentric woman. Being an avid tobacco user, she carries a spittoon with her everywhere she goes.. She is indigenous to the Rocky Mountains where she stays year round, even in the dead of winter. Most people avoid Mrs. Schuh because legend says that she owns a chifforobe where she stores children who wander onto her property. On a cool summer night, my friends and I decided to take a sojourn in the mountains and inspect if the rumors were true. We bushwhacked to her little decrepit cabin, and began to feel terrified, so we sang songs to assuage our emotions. Our voices were shaky, and we held on to each other. Once we got there, the oldest of us, Molly, in a condescending tone said, “OK, Jean,” (who was the youngest), “Go

“Denver, Denver, Denver! Look at me! Look at me!” A voice was coming from across the yard. I was on the porch in a comfy sunbeam minding my own business. I found a stick and was trying to chew on it before Lady saw it and took it away. She had gone into the house to get something so I didn’t know how much time I had. I knew better than to look up cuz whenever I hear that squeaky voice it means I'm probably going to get teased. But I couldn't help myself.

When we walked to our car, we failed to open the car doors. We then realized it was because my brother had locked them. We peered into the car windows to find my brother dozed off into a nap. My mother and I were suddenly overwhelmed with a rush of fear. However, that fear settled once we felt the cool windows of my mom's car indicating that the air conditioning was on. Shortly after us, my dance teacher had walked into the parking and he noticed the predicament we were in.

Soon we were all on our way to the westing house. I started to shake but I couldn't show them though so I grabbed my arm. As we approached the building theo stepped on me .Oww!, “Sorry said Theo. I kicked him in the shin. What is happening I thought first my dumb sister is marrying the love of her life. Gross! I thought then this whole stupid town is freaking out over a dead man that I about to meet. But no problem I'll be making money i'll be rich enough to buy another mickey mouse clock. “You ready” asked theo?? “You bet it just dont touch my hair I hate that””Go you chicken“ said Doug.

“She thinks my tractor, she thinks my tractor's sexy…” we all sing in unison while jamming out in the car. Every summer we go on vacation with our grandparents to some cool place. Last year we went to New Hampshire and stayed in these cabins that my grandma owned. This year we are going to an amusement park called Dollywood in Tennessee. “Are we there yet?” my brother complains. “Almost bud, almost.” As we arrived we saw the cabin that we were staying in. It was on the side of a hill on the left side of the road. It was 11:30pm and we really needed the rest cause we had a big day tomorrow. We decided to take our bags out of the car and put them in our rooms so we could unpack them in the morning. “Goodnight sunshine” says my grandma as i'm

Meanwhile, the teacher had told us to now move to one side of the wall and that we were going to do across the floor. Payton and I stood at the back of the first line and talked until it was our turn to go across. All of the sudden the music stopped and all I heard the teacher yelled was,”Come on ladies. You have to know when it is your turn to go.” The teacher was referring to me and Payton. I turned to Payton and we couldn 't help but laugh.

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.