Personal Narrative-Named Louise Fuentes

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

As many people wouldn’t believe I, Mikayla Ann Lee or Miki, was born up north in Hartford, Connecticut . . . I know the horror! But thankfully my family and I moved down to South Carolina when I was merely two years old. I caught on to the southern ways rather fast besides my quickened voice and unpleasant dislike for sweet tea. Shortly after that we moved to Texas were all you see are trucks, ranches, and open land. This started my love affair with Ford trucks.

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.

My mother, Amy Neuzil, has grit because she works hard everyday to get things done. She is the reason the word grit was invented. She stumbles out of bed every day at six a.m. Then she retrieves my sister, Madison, from her sleeping quarters and dresses her in the fanciest get-up you’ve ever seen. While she is completing that task, she also has to dress for work or college. While cramming a turkey sandwich, blueberries, and five or six bulky blocks of frosted plastic ice into a teeny tiny black insulated lunch bag. After she has finished that magic act, she is practically late for whatever she is trying to get to. So, she frantically gathers Madison into the Buick. Then she starts rushing back and forth through the front door, to grab

Zoe, Zoe Sunny Conti was the most popular and prettiest at Pinnacle high school at least that was what she thought. Her father was one wealthy man, he owned a company and Zoe had fancy expensive clothing and the newest iphone with nice luxurious cars that her father owned, she, herself owned a Range Rover. Though she was known well at school there was another girl her name was Kaylee Chloe Parsons her ex-bestie, their whole friendship ended because of a guy that they both liked, which the guy moved to Oregon the next year. Anyway back to Zoe and Kaylee, stopped being friends sophomore year and they always try to be better than one another in everything, throwing the better party, looking the best, having the most expensive brand clothing, dating the “hotter” guy, everything even P.E. dodgeball. Kaylee wasn't her enemy this time as the days went on. One day her dad got home she was in the living room watching a movie while she looked at her dad and he looked sad, upset just not in the bestest of the mood, she wondered why this must of been

The igniting spark between himself and Camila did not dwindle, everlasting and perpetual; a conundrum yet to unfold.

Sitting with my laptop in the front room of my house, I nervously wait for one of my church youth leaders to arrive. Family pictures smile from the wall above the dusty piano and colorful patterns burst from pillows thrown haphazardly on the old, brown couch. At last, I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, revealing a woman standing at the door. Seeing her cheerful smile, I begin to relax. What was I so worried about? This is Emily Wilson, an amazing, wonderful woman. I lead her over to sit on the couch, taking my place across from her. Despite her apology for being so “gross” in her purple tank top and black workout leggings, she has an aura of confidence and cheerfulness that leaves no room for my own nerves.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

Who is Scarlett Berenisse Mendoza Rodriguez? Is it an American girl? Is it a Mexican girl? Is it a teenager that always complains about her way of living when she has all that she needs because her mother works too hard, so that her siblings and her, can have everything necessary to survive? Yes, I am all of them. I am a Mexican-American minor trying to figure out what to do with her existence. A young lady that is repeatedly complaining about what she does not have while she does not notice what she already has.

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

Many times, we have memories that we would like to forget, such as an unpleasant or traumatic experience. My memory of my first internship was something that I always tried to forget, along with a lot of other negative experiences in my life. However, now that almost two years have passed, and after reflecting on it time and time again, I began to reclassify that memory as a learning experience rather than a negative experience. In life, we are faced with many obstacles, sometimes on a daily basis. Our society values stories of overcoming life’s obstacles because they are inspiring, interesting and may lead to personal growth.

My full name is Kristen Gabriela Lopez my parents decided to give me an American first name and a Spanish middle name. They wanted me to have ties to my Spanish roots and to always remember where I came from. With this installment it has shaped the person I am today and how I perceive the world we live in.

The book My Life As Eva: The Struggle Is Real by Eva Gutowski is a self-help book for teens.

I didn’t really do anything. My mom went on vacation in Arizona and my dad had to work, so I was alone most of the time. I probably would have met up with Toella and/or Theo but Toella and I never got around to seeing each other and Theo had other priorities. It was still nice to have time to myself, though.