Personal Narrative-New Jersey

My father finally spoke up and said abruptly, we are moving to California. I said what!. That answer moving to California, was almost equal to my uncle telling me "Your Sister Jackie is dead." I knew that my girlfriend, my anchor on earth was disappearing from my life. And now she was gone, 35 days after I lost my sister. My earth angle, I dreamed of being my wife was gone. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up, how could all this be happening to me. Despair sit like a stone in my stomach, like concrete boots dragging me toward what felt like my inevitable end. "I'm not going to make it. "I was in a state of melancholy depression.Laced with a fatal sense of my own wretchedness. I was fourteen years old and felt like I was

Nebraska, that’s what they told me. As the word echoed in my head I thought to myself, “What the hell are they talking about?” Nebraska. Is that even like a real place where people live? Who would want to leave behind a life by the beach and close to friends and family? How could my parents do this to me? I sunk into the couch wondering what would happen to my life. I had been so accustomed to my friends and my school, these were people I had known since the second grade. And another thing, in my eyes, Nebraska was just a state in the middle of nowhere. I hadn’t ever heard of anything about Nebraska on tv except for a few husker

Today is the day for State track, the day I been working the whole season. When we pulled up to the stadium there were lot’s of people. I was so nervous, because I never been to a track meet like this before. We got everything unloaded from the suburban, walked into the stadium and was suprised how many people was there. When it was time to walk over to the discus ring, I saw girls throwing far. I was nervous. It was time for me to warm up and I had three practice throws. The first one was close to the hundreds, second one past hundred, and third past hundred and five. I looked over at my grandpa and he smiled. He said, no more practice throws, I was happy but nervous at the sometime. When it was my turn I went up to the ring and threw around the hundreds. After I got done

So before I was a resident of Delaware I was born and Raised in Southern California, had lived there all my life and I have an abundant amount of friends and family. My father decided we needed and change so we jumped on a plane at the end of the summer, here we were new to this life, I have to admit I love the outdoors and love the culture and atmosphere of Delaware but not knowing anyone was really difficult. I mean we had some family out here but it wasn’t like home and it defiantly took some time to get used to. When it was time for school I was defiantly scared to say the least. I remember walking to the first day of school like it was yesterday, I was scared to show up to a new school not knowing anyone it was one f the worst feelings

As we headed back there was a problem, the road was closed. We didn’t know what to do, Wily exclaimed “Look there is a sheriff parked by the side of the road let’s ask for directions! Then we headed towards the sheriff’s car. She said “You need to head towards highway I thirty-five”. We grabbed Ivette’s phone hoping that her navigation could take us back to the cabin. There is no signal, should we ask someone else? Let’s get back to the town and ask for directions, Ivette said. So we headed back to the town but all we got was “Highway I thirty-five will take you back to your destination. Being a paper map our only option to head back home, we grabbed one from the restaurant we had dinner that night. As we headed towards the highway everything was fine. It was not a dangerous road and we were relieved to have found the way back to our destination. As the hours passed we started getting a little worried, are we really on the correct road? We started wondering. It seemed like we were going up the mountain and not down the mountain, basically we were

This past summer I went to West Palm Beach, Florida for a showcase baseball tournament with my summer travel team. My mom, dad, and my girlfriend Calen also went. The tournament started the week after school ended, so at the end of my last day of school we left for the tournament. The drive drive down there was terribly long, it was about 10 and a half hours by car. We arrived at the hotel at around 7 o’clock pm, and the hotel was not as nice as we thought it would be originally.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

I am an very laid back and love nothing more than to have a good time

Inside the ambulance, Roy was relieved to find John’s vitals were unchanged when he rechecked them. Although he had hoped they would improve with the IV, at least they weren't getting much worse.

They have concerts there, various vendors, some of them being out of the Better Living Center and the food offered out of there is what you will find in New England. I have seen several concerts there with country music people I like. Those people being Jake Owen, Joe Nichols, Craig Morgan, Montgomery Gentry, and Rodney Atkins. I have even gotten myself, a nice cowboy hat from one of the vendors which is black and I still have in my home. They also have there when it comes to vendors, a place where you can have a hat or a t-shirt custom spray painted. They have there something which is called the Avenue of States. That consists of six states that are part of New England. Which consists of buildings for the states of Vermont, New Hampshire,

Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel

My attachment to NJ is as old as the day I landed in the US at Newark Liberty International Airport for my first US visit in 1999. I used to stay in NJ with my uncle whenever I visited the US in summer vacation. After going to college in Boston, I continue to visit my cousins living in NJ who I grew up with. The NJ medical school is in close proximity to my first cousin who is recovering from Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. He is like a little brother to me since he is only 4 years younger and attending medical school in NJ will allow me to be there for him. Since his parents work full time, it would be gratifying for me to be the support him for his scheduled follow-ups in the hospital. Currently, I am only able to visit him on a quarterly basis

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

My hometown of Winston-Salem, North Carolina is an industrial city built on tobacco, textiles manufacturing and Krispy Kreme donuts. In many ways, Winston is a relic of a South that I’ve never identified with — my parents are from D.C. and New Jersey, and they taught me to never put sugar in iced tea. Growing up, I didn’t understand how there could be 47 distinct country songs about a truck or why people panicked about having to drive on one inch of snow. More seriously, I resented the people who still flew confederate flags or who told me to lock my doors when I drove to high school in east Winston.

Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.