Personal Narrative On Algebra

"What are you sorry for?" he asked, pulling my face in front of his, gazing into my eyes intensely since I first climbed astride on him. I didn't reply. I didn't have to, for in his eyes I saw the sudden acknowledgment that I had found in myself as I stood in front of that doorway staring at him just minutes earlier. An hour prior our whole relationship had been predicated on sex, however now it was so much more.

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint

As I am about to get up, a big hand grabs me and pulls me close and Snuggles into me. I shift a bit ,but Carson still sounds asleep.

“He is and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.” I strain to keep my voice steady. My heart is thumping in my chest, heavy beats like a drum. To my surprise, they do not raise their voices. We continue talking in

My personal trainer saw how corpulent I was, so he decided to put me on a strong weight loss program.

How often does somebody in their teenage years wet themselves in middle of class? I just so happen to know a girl like that. Part of it was even my fault.

Then, slowly and cautiously, he uncurls himself from his loves’ side, shivering slightly as he loses that contact with him and as the blankets shift a little with his movement. There’s always tonight to rest beside him, he thinks. It’s one of Jumin’s favorite things to do, admittedly. Certainly after a long, hard day at work.

It’s Tuesday morning. It’s the end of summer. It’s the start of school. Ugh, i don't want to get up. The clock said 7:20 i should of woke up at 7:00. I forced myself to get out of bed and went to get ready. What should i wear? Is this too much black? No white, I’m clumsy. Is pink too girly? If i wear wings will it be too try-hard? Straight hair or curly? I put on some jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Then grabbed a waffle and went to the bus stop. The bus comes at 8:01 so i walked all the way up the hill at 7:56. A few minutes later this blonde chick appears at the top of the hill. Nike shorts, nike shoes, Rock Bridge shirt, ponytail, so she’s sporty. She stands two feet away and doesn’t even say hi. Okay so she doesn’t seem friendly. Let’s not talk or look at her. It’s now 8:10 and the bus still isn’t here. My phone is at 75% should i go home really quick and grab my charger? Knowing my luck if I walk away the bus will come. It’s still summer vacation in Danville so there’s no one to text. After standing in front of a stop sign for twenty five minutes the bus finally comes.

I roll my eyes, then shift, trying to find the comfortable position I’d been sleeping peacefully in moments earlier. But my words get him going again.

I wake up to hear his nonchalant snores. I slowly stand up from the floor and exit the room. I want to check up on Sylvia, I knew if he found me he would kill me but her screams were the only thing I could think about.

It was bad, really bad. I knew math last year would be hard since I decided to take an honors Pre-Calculus class, but last year was a disaster. I had done well in Algebra 2, getting A’s and B’s with relative ease, so I felt I could take the next step up and enroll in a rigorous math course. When I signed up for it, my mother warned me that it would be difficult, and that it might be better to continue on the regular math track. However, I felt confident in myself and decided to take Pre-Calculus anyway.

Before your fingers touched the keys, you heard the main entrance doors of the school bang shut, causing you to startle in your seat

As I walked into my algebra class I was prepared to take a unit test. As the test began I realized that this was way harder than I thought. While everyone else was breezing through the test I struggled . I had never not known where to start on a question, and I just couldn’t figure it out. I slowly realized that this would end up being a bad grade. After I got my test grade back my whole self esteem level plumated. I had always thought that I was smart and I would be able to pass a test if I studied, but what if I couldn’t?

I jerk awake and look around. I can’t believe after all this time that he still invaded my thoughts. Not that I’m really surprised. He is still the man who holds a part of my heart. The last 5 years have been crazy. Laying here now I’m still not sure how I got here. I came home and my whole world was turned upside down.