Personal Narrative : My Personal Life : A Story Of My Life

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

Nine O’clock rolled around as I was standing on the edge of the dock where I had first met Jess when we were about 5 years old. I felt so stupid standing there all alone in the dark, I wasn’t even sure if she was going to come or if I was believing and hoping that something like this could even happen and I was just giving my hopes up. A big gust of wind came upon me as I turned around to find my dead best friend, Jess amongst me on the dock. I didn’t think this was real, I thought I was dreaming all until she touched me and started

Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to

It was the day of Allie’s funeral and I wasn’t going. I mean I would’ve, it’s not like I wasn’t invited and all, but I was just in the hospital. I had broken my hand when I smashed all those stupid windows in the garage. But none of that matters anyway, Allie was dead and he was never coming back. Mom had come in to my room this morning all dressed in black and she just held on to me and started crying. She said, “It’ll get better before you know it Holden”. I just smiled and let her hold me, but I knew she was lying. I hated her a little for saying that. She and I both knew it would take a long time before anything got better. After letting go of me and wiping her face with a tissue

I was very tired, I left my house at about 6 am on Saturday morning and had been coaching all day under the sun, it is not uncommon for me to miss an exit or take the wrong exit when I’m feeling that tired. Besides that fact if I kept on going north I could have stayed at my sister’s house who lives in Belleville NJ.

I went outside to find Courtney, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, get in the car!” Misty had yelled from the driver’s side of her Dodge Neon. “Can you take me by Courtney’s? I want to talk to her.” I asked as I chunked my backpack into the backseat “No, just call her later. We need to get Guy and go home to start to pack.” When we got home my father was listening to the scanner. “Hey girls, do yawl know a Danielle Wilson, age 20 from Tushka?” “No!” both of us said as we went into our room “Well they had a wreck earlier before school got release. They were T-boned by a semi truck, but they are not releasing much more information” Stated my father. Immediately I thought about Courtney, but I thought to myself, no, it couldn’t have been her she is only fifteen years old. A few hours went by without hearing anything else. The phone began to ring; I rushed over as fast as I could. “Hello” I said. “Hey, it’s Kathy, did you hear over the scanner?” she asked. “No, it couldn’t have been her Dad said it was a Danielle and she was twenty” I said with tears in my eyes. “Oh okay, well let me know if you hear anything else.” Kathy stated. “Okay” I said as I hanged up the phone. Another hour had gone by without hearing anything. So I began to pack for our family vacation that we were getting ready to take the next day,

I couldn’t hear the yelling on the street anymore, but the stomping on the stairs began again, it was like for every stomp I heard, I lost a breath and I was beginning to drown again. For some odd reason, I thought I could make this other person that I had grown up with calm down. I went out my room, “Adriel, I love you. Please just leave and calm down.” Every word I said seemed to slip between his ears. Instead, he went straight into his room going through every drawer, I knew exactly what he was looking for, another high so he could feel normal, or just to get out of his mind. I locked myself in my room knowing if I saw anymore, I would want to call the cops on my own

“He is taking a cab, as we speak, to the police department to turn himself in,” says mom. Anger builds in me thinking of what to say, a long pause goes by, and I decide to pipe up “Good, That’s what he should have done in the first place, instead of lying to all of us, and he wonders why we can’t believe him.” “I don’t know if I can ever believe him anymore; I’ve lost every bit of trust I have. I just cannot think about this anymore today,” says mom. A dial tone comes over the phone, again.

The next day I woke up, did not eat breakfast, and walked outside. When I got to school, I went through the normal routine of sitting on the bench outside of school for two of my friends Alex, who I called Jum Jum Jr, and Delanie. We spoke about what goes on within our lives and I told them what happened the previous night

The bell rang and spring break had officially started. I was going to my friend, Grace’s, house that night. I was so ready to have some fun and a break from the workload of school. I met up with my friend Sara to ride with her to Grace’s house. I had everything I needed with me in my backpack and Sara had her stuff in her silver RAV. It was a 15 minute drive, Sara and I were making small meaningless conversation and listening to The White Stripes. When we got to Grace’s house she stopped in the road in front of the house, and she stopped at the beginning of her driveway. Grace stepped out of her car and told Sara where to park on the road. After she parked, she and I got out of the car and Grace was still stopped on the drive way.

The personal life analysis that I have chosen to address in this paper is an issue that I see on a daily basis at work. One of the managers of the company I work for is thought of as the typical hegemonic masculine man. In Shira Tarrant’s Book Men and Feminism it states that “Feminism explains that masculinity and femininity are things we learn to perform, not behaviors we’re born with” (Tarrant, Men and Feminism 59). By stating this Tarrant is informing the reader that this is a trait “we learn to perform” (Tarrant, Men and Feminism 59) not something that is genetic. The man at the company I work for has been a prime example as to what is done when someone in a position of control tries to make sure that all the staff members in their department are males and those males in turn are in the power positions. Tarrant informs the reader “Masculine privilege is the idea that society confers certain unearned advantages on men simply

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.