Personal Narrative: My

Jack the elephant was about this guy who is in the army and in africa protecting his men and this elephant was in the village killing people and destroying houses. So this man goes and gets an elephant gun and tracks down this elephant that is tearing stuff up. But when he finds this beast of an animal the whole village is behind him telling this soldier to kill this huge piece of farming equipment. He eventually gets the balls to kill it and it was not a very good decision. But this story relates to me because back when I was a freshman some upperclassmen peer pressured me into doing some not smart decisions. So

Everyone has a fear, even me. Specifically I fear the past will change both me and my future. Your question might be what’s your past? That is my story to tell you. Should something like this ever happen to you, I know how you feel, and you know the same for me. In Sheridan, Wyoming I was a nine year old and I thought nothing would change my future. That’s when it came. The hidden truth. I wish someone would tell me the truth. No lies and no hidden truths. I mean I’m older now just tell me the truth of the past. I know now the past had changed, and why it changed.

For a while, I had been running away from the terrifying incidents. All I saw were men with big guns and people shooting. Everyone had a curfew. No one got out of the house after dusk. Life wasn’t the same, school wasn’t the same. My routines weren’t the same.

I'll have to hunt for mice and such, but all the land from here to the Atlantic's been claimed by someone or another and they'll hold onto their game like a mother bear protecting her cubs.”

I was only thirteen when I first began to ask “who am i?” My parents would tell me stories of where I’m from, and how Sudan is like. My little brain couldn’t grasp the idea of having family, people that look like me, in the other side of the world. Going there was a dream for me, I had this vision in my head, this adventure I thought waiting for me, and so, I began to nag! “Can we go this summer daddy?” became one of my favorite things to say. I asked and asked, until I got what I wanted.

When I woke up, I hardly remembered where I was. But then, as I looked over to the door to see Alex, I remembered. She opened the door and held the rope out to me so that she could hook it onto the thing around my neck. I stood up from my bed, stretched, shook my fur out and walked over to her. She hooked the rope onto me and we walked back through the hallway. She took me out the back door that I came in through and we walked further towards the back of the building. By this point, I realized how much water I drank and how bad I needed to go. Alex must have known that because we got closer and closer to a big open field surrounded by trees, bushes, and a small fence. We walked through a gate on the fence and she bent down to my level. She

It seemed like the weekend would never come. It did, and now she had to scramble to get preparations ready for Ray’s arrival this morning and Fiona and Emily’s for lunch.

I caught up on my own breath as he did the same, but I was more embarrassed than him, he appeared relaxed and normal... I was blushing like crazy then he apologize immediately.

Eerie, abnormal and sinister were the three moods emitting out of this town, Today there was an overcast of opaque, inky, black clouds surrounding the dark, dreary sky.On my way walking school.From around the corner, I hear a thumping sound resembling hail, I run rapidly down the sidewalk trying to avoid a storm.Promptly clattering to the ground like marbles spilled from a box.With great force, a large hailstone causes me to fall to the ground.Cross because I notice my backpack has been open this whole time and all my assignments due today are lying simply and idly on the floor.

Sitting on my mother’s bed with my two younger sisters, our eyes are overflowing with tears and I step out of the room.Their yelling is all I focus on instead of taking action. My parents are arguing over nothing, as usual. My heart begins to beat at the pace of a butterfly’s wing and I freeze. The volume of their argument has increased and I attempt to persuade them that this argument can be solved in a more positive way. I remember the fear I felt when I saw my mother crying immensely, it was gut-wrenching. My father was standing in front of her, I knew he was going to hit her because it was not the first time this had happened.

When I woke up I hadn’t realized it was my birthday. So I woke up not knowing what was going to happen next. I sat down on the couch tired my mom had a eager face that made me happy because when my mom is happy we go out for dinner. And i asked my mom what was the special occasion she said don’t you remember i responded what. I guessed my mom was playing around with me so i just started asking my dad and my sister but they all thought i already knew what was going on. It was not that late it was around three. I was kind of frustrated then my mom took me to chuck e cheese my mom ordered me some buffalo wings and told me to go play around. I was playing all sorts of games I met this kid who was really good at a racing game like I was. At the

It’s too early to do anything to your full capacity, I think as I board my morning train for my commute to the city. As I sit down on one of the dingy, dark blue, mildly nauseating seats, I glance around at my companions for the hour. One middle-aged businessman who is entirely too full of himself, one tired mother with a sleeping baby, and her.

I remember her as if we had just met for the first time yesterday. It was a cold day in Sweden, I had just dropped off my bags on the hotel floor. I can’t believe I actually left my phone in the car, it must be the jet lag starting to kick in. Once I reached my car to retrieve my phone I witnessed a bizarre scenario. It was quite intimidating actually, there was a girl in the automobile next to mine. She was staring ahead at the hotel with a blank expression on her face. At this point I was debating whether I should totally mind my own business and go back to my room to unwind. After all, I had just been in an airplane for the past eight hours. There was something about her though, before I knew it, I was tapping on her window. “What’s the matter?” I asked as she

One thing that I put on my family crest is an elephant. Although they are my favorite animal, I chose an elephant because they are strong, and I like how smart they are. Elephants represent a lot of things. For example, they represent strength, wisdom,

Vacations, a time to drink fruity drinks and tan on the beach with the sun on your face. Vacations should be a fun and happy time for everyone. Instead of having the time of my life on my trip, I experienced Titanic 2, in my own way. I got burned, almost died tubing, and got into some illegal trouble with a taxi service. Worst of all, got told something that has changed me forever.