Personal Narrative: My Double Life

My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning English and going to high school are three major moments in my life. Going through these experiences have changed the person in me and made me more confident, stronger, better in everything.

When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

Sorry in advance if this is be too much information for some. . . .

“I hope you know it’s very rude to hang up on someone when they’re talking. On top of that, you show up to our date late, AGAIN. And why didn’t you attend classes today? Mrs. Sorun was worried...” She’s been doing a lot of questioning and complaining as if we were really going out. But, she did say this is her way of playing around, so I’m probably overthinking it.

So I'm pretty sure you think I'm an asshole now... but I just want you to know that if you ever need anything I can be here for you. Sometimes I do irrational things, but it's usually when I'm afraid of being hurt. This whole thing has been pretty confusing lately, but if anything has remained constant it's that I do care about you and I'm pretty sure you care about me too. My actions the other night were wrong, and even though we're "taking a break" it just didn't feel right. The truth is, I was feeling confused and I didn't want to be missing someone I wasn't with. So, I tried to find draw my attention away from you and it didn't work at all. You've left quite an impression on me. I don't want to play games with you. It's difficult, but this

If you don’t believe anything you have read so far, please I beg you to believe me when I say I did not know my purpose in life until you entered it. Conversations we had, things that were said and done, among other daily life events it all played in a role with me figuring out what I wanted to do with my life.) I couldn’t say anything on it because I didn’t want you thinking I was hitting on you. I can’t help it though, I am mentally and physically attracted you. I don’t know what was going on that night things just felt off so when we

Hey guys! I know I haven’t written for a while, and I don’t think I’ll be back very often to continue to write unless someone decides to buy me an $800 computer for Christmas… (hint, hint) Yeah… Not going to happen. I only had two or three people reading this story originally, but this is a remake of my first fanfiction, called “Double Trouble for TK.” I’ll probably have it shortened to just “Double Trouble” by the time I’ve finally reuploaded my re-written chapter one. I won’t be writing it all at once, so I won’t be able to spit out a chapter every day like I could the first time, but at the same time, I think that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll get a few more views with this hopefully better re-write. So for anyone who saw this story the first time, or who hasn’t even heard of me (more likely…), I hope you enjoy my first and best fanfiction ever, re-written to be a little more capturing and accurate.

A massive, dangerous opportunity that I followed, was coming to the United States during a time where I had to focus on studying subjects that I stand used to its curriculum and take the Scholastic Aptitude Test in a language that I remain familiar with. However, I persuaded my mother on the decision of coming here to America. Although she highly hesitated about it, she as quite wanted to support me to earn the conventional education possible.

I have been lifting for 17 years , cycled on and off for about 11 years, I have hit 250+ lbs with under 11 % body fat. The issue with that is regardless of how lean I get , my face looks fat.  So a few years back I decided that getting around 210 lbs and under 10 % bf was my goal. I adjusted how I lifted , what compounds I used, and many other things. I  realized I am just naturally able to get huge, and decently powerful, but my body ( wear and tear ) would prefer a smaller me . Now I am fighting my genetics with everything I have, and after a few years I am now realizing how hard that really is. To some it is nearly impossible.

For a majority of my life, I have struggled with my identity. I never knew what to identify as or which group I fit into.

I shrieked with excitement, grasping onto my laptop to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me. Was I going absolutely insane? Did I really see that four-digit number? At seventeen I couldn’t really say that anything about me was interesting. Everyone around me was swallowed into the high school norm. They would be joining clubs and/or sports. While I on the other hand, didn’t have any uniqueness to show. It wasn’t until I began writing on my own blog website.

It all started when my mom told me and my brothers we were going to utah to go skiing with our close friends. When she told us this we were all so excited to go and she said we were leaving on friday and it was tuesday so we all packed our bags. So finally after a long week friday came along and I was so excited because my mom was picking me up from school and we were going straight to the airport. So when I got to the airport we went thru security then we boarded our flight.

I laid spread out on the hot, humid top floor of the gym, surrounded by bags filled with bobby pins, brushes, glitter, and every other gadget a gymnast may need for a competition. The room smelled of nail polish remover and sweat, and was filled with anxious kids masking their apprehension by playing with hoola-hoops and cartwheeling all over the room.

I was embarrassed, feeling pain, watching everyone’s eyes looking at me, and knowing something wasn’t right. I could tell that my knee wasn’t normal. I left the door thinking it was going to be an awesome day, but did not expect the unexpected.