Personal Narrative-November Night

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

As one drives up the California coast, they will begin to notice several things. First, the general atmosphere shifts. The further north they travel from Los Angeles palms and golden beaches, the cities begin to lose their positive, sunny vibes. They go from beach villas to industrial apartments to suburban neighborhoods to run down harbor towns. The positive emotional vibrations emitted from such architecture slowly surrenders its grip on its surroundings to a grim, hopeless one. As new, booming cities fade into sleepy and ancient villages only occupied by drunken sailors and lost tourists, the traveler will soon realize they are in a much less pleasant place as where they originated their journey.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

"You can't keep holding on to stuff like this, James." Natasha sighed, slipping a delicate hand through her hair. "It's not healthy."

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

It was ten am on a Saturday morning and I was only three two hours away from the greastest moment of my life. I was about to meet the most amazing guy ever. Im not typically the girl to get overly excited about meeting someone but I mean its Jake Miller. Jake Miller is this really cute but sweet and loving guy. I first found out about him from my best friend Jaun and he showed me his song “Like me”. I knew from that moment on this was not the last time I will be hearing the name Jake Miller. Later that night I googled him and listened to all his songs. I fell in love it was like love at first sight. So for months I kept listening to his music and buying his album until I heard he was playing at Tampa Bay Jingle Ball concert for free. I told my mom we have to go and as she know my love for Jake Miller she easily agreed. I could not wait till December thirteen. The day I met my idol Jake Miller was exciting yet nerve wrecking moment

Who am I? What makes me unique? What makes me special? As simple as these questions are, why are they so impossible to answer? Am I the star pitcher on the varsity baseball team? Or am I valedictorian at a prestigious school where competition levels are at an all time high? Or am I the high school dropout who couldn’t care less where I end up? I am none of these things. I am myself. I am me. My anthology is me.

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

Fall is a great time. There are a lot of things to do. It isn’t ever to hot or cold. Thanksgiving is full of excitement. Black Friday/Thursday is also in fall. There is Cornhusker football, harvest, and facts on corn.

In a twinkling, the atmosphere had changed, varying hues of red and orange fill the endless sky above. But the life on the earth was still bustling and congested with full of people. If someone ask me what’s my best part about my town, I would say the sunset.it makes everything so calm. As I was admiring at the scenery, I felt someone bumped into my right leg. When I turned my head there was an old lady who had bent back like a flip phone. She looked so delicate that she could not even manage to stand on her legs. The backlight was coming from the sunset. So I barely saw the old lady’s face.

It's October. In the Chicago area. LATE October, at that. Which means we're operating on borrowed time. Winter is imminent and just around the corner. It's waiting, maniacally, to pounce. I cannot even begin to put into words how much I hate winter. But it's on its way, no matter how much I protest. Everything is here to remind me: the dropping temperatures, the chilly wind, the gray sky, the cold rain. Alas, today, it has all conspired on one day. And a Monday no less!

The music is soft as we dance the time away. Dance the pain away. Dance all of the outside world away. He becomes me, as I become him. Our faces seem to become more beautiful, or least his face does. he tells me that my face does the same, I don't quite know whether or not I should quite believe him. I want to, I will learn to make myself believe him. He's done me no wrong so far.