Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.

“6:28,” the clock read as I was pulling into the parking lot, “6:29”. I exited the truck, grabbing my track bag as fast as possible. My phone fell out of my pocket. I paid no attention out of haste. I bent down with my track bag in my hand. I felt the glass lightly cutting my hand as I picked up my phone. I felt like Usain Bolt as I sped walk to the bus at what felt like at least thirty miles per hour. Sweaty and Tired I entered the bus. Why must we wake up so early? The meet starts at 9:00 and it’s only an hour drive away. Regardless, I strolled onto the buss. Horrified, I received the soul-penetrating stares of every single member of the Trojan Track team, athlete and student alike. Earlier that morning, having assumed that at least a few

It was a hot sweltering Saturday in August, August twenty-seventh to be exact. I remember waking up that morning with my stomach in knots we were to play the Hot Springs Bison. Sure, I played JV last year and practiced all summer with the first team but now all the hot god awful gut ranching two a day practices were about to pay off.

It was time to leave for the race. Once on the bus, I remember thinking, “What a crummy bus for star athletes. I hope it doesn’t break down on the way to our destination”. The bus reeked of sweat and mildew, with a hint of something sweet. There had to be three year old dust upon the seats and floor. The engine was screaming and whistling like a hatchling looking for its mother. Thick black smoke like smog came pouring out of the exhaust, but finally we were off.

I wish I could tell you all of this in person but I know if I try I’ll probably get very nervous and forget some small details that I would really like to tell you, and those are probably the most important to me. I saw you for the first time on February 23 at the valentines party, and that was such a fortunate thing to go to because I was able to get free food, have a good time, see old friends I haven’t seen since last semester, but most importantly I was able to see you. I didn’t know who you were at the time, but I knew you were like a very sweet, funny, caring, smart, and very beautiful just from your appearance. I first noticed you when you sat across from me when we were playing charades, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to get to

Sunshine. Endless amounts of fun. Water. It was about that time again, summer! My favorite season, no school and my birthday was in it. This summer was especially great, my dad was coming home he was in the military and I hadn't seen him in eight months. It was about a regular summer day with my family, when my parents thought of heading down to the beach. I was thrilled this beach was one of my favorite places to go in the summer. It was not only just a beach but, it also had a large park with big blue swings, a tennis court, and large grass area for people to have picnics. And were the beach and the park split of there were tall ginormous rocks so people could watch the boats and ocean. I was so excited and on top of that my mom told me that

Like the beginning of every good soap opera, everything was normal in the beginning. I lived with my mom and it had just been us for my entire life. My mom had began to see a man. As it turns out, this man would take our happy and simple world and flip it upside down.

I have not always been a Christian, growing up in an isolated part of Tennessee were families lived apart from each other, Jesus was not a household name that was spoken of. We didn’t pray or nor did I see my parents pray. This became a resonating tradition in my life. Though I was very close to my mother and really didn’t interact with others, it created in my mind an introverted person. This created a covering of my feelings and started me on a downward fall in my life. Our family didn’t go to church, so it became a part of my belief system, so I continued to live my life as if nothing else matters outside of my family. I was gifted in many things, but I drew to my talent of Basketball and focused totally on it. The adrenaline and desire

Hiro didn't attend school that day, emotionally and physically drained by the past few hours. The pattern repeated the in the two following days until the week had come to a close. One day of wallowing in grief was turning into a weekend affair. This was the kind of anniversary no one wanted to remember, but the squeezing pain of loss made itself known regardless.

I ignored my alarm clock for the umpteenth time and waited until the very last second to get up. I got dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt and pulled my long brown hair into it’s usual french braid. I glanced at the clock and, as usual, realized I only had three minutes to get to the bus. I darted out of my small house into the warm sunny North Carolina sun, just stopping long enough to grab my usual sesame bagel with cream cheese that my mother laid out for me on the kitchen counter.

Everyone is gone, but not me, I was stuck in the rumble of the torn apart city. Were filled around me are hurt souls and blood. Quite frankly, I don't even think there is anyone left. The loud noises hurt My ears, the sight of what I hope isn't blood is stinging my eyes, and the thought of what truly happened melts my brain. I couldn't move my head hurt so much and my legs were stuck under something I couldn't call for help because when I did all I heard were screams of the people in the city. Out of nowhere, I heard noises, not human noises, but something was definitely coming close I couldn't talk or yell for help so just cried so loud even Nevada could hear me. Finally, someones digging me out, but before I get a glimpse of them There goes

I then garnered up the luggage, carrying it all at once, and headed for the stairs. I bolted down like a madman. I could hear the wheels of the suitcase beating against each step one by one– also I could hear the sounds of rattling from the zippers hurling about. At the measure of lightning speed, I was down the stairs. I was crazy at the time for lifting all of my luggage at once– which had left my back aching. This pain couldn’t have come at a better time. It was one matter that I did not need on top of the mayhem that was already prevalent. As I was downstairs, I noticed that my hands were dry—which was a sign that I had needed to put on lotion. I could not bear having my hands dry because, as I had searched up ahead of time, the pressure from the plane sometimes leaves your hands dry. Recalling this, I made a dash for the travel lotion that I could bring also on the plane. Finally, after the all upsets, I was ready to load the car with my luggage. I realized, as I got into the car that what I had experienced as of this point was only the easy part: I still had to make the long journey all the way to the airport. We started to pull off and I soon get a sign of relief at this moment. I thought, “Great, I made it out of the house. Now I am on my way to make my flight.” Of course at times of peace, trouble as its ways of creeping

After I arrived at my grandma’s house, I was being ready for my surprise to my friends. After a little bit of meeting with my family, I ran fast as I can because I did not want to be late. I kept on running and running. I arrived. I secretly hid behind the bench. I was sweating a lot, not just because I was running, but mostly because I was nervous. I felt like a minute was an hour. It was