Personal Narrative: Panic

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

At the time I entered the room, my world collapsed. My mother was lying on the bed and crying after the surgery. I was only 10 years old but I knew what cancer means. So overwhelmed by my fear and unrest, I lost hope for my life: how can a ten-year-old boy live without his mom?

Your hear thunder and lightning screaming. A cannon flies through the air and with a roaring bang, crashes down on the road before you. You are protected the walls of the earthworks you had helped build are still together. You see another cannon fly through the air towards you, but the effect is no different. The walls are sturdy, they can be torn down. The British come marching up the hill, guns are clutched in their hands. You hear the son of a gun fire, and then another gun fires, and another. Your commander shouts, “Fire”. You load your gun and press the trigger. Bang! The fight has begun.

First, one reason I have to why the British shot first is in the passage it quotes “ The officer came up to within about two

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

I was a dresser for the PDG fall concert, 1968: The Cusp of Hope and Rage. I was backstage doing quick changes, helping with props, and communicating with tech on a headset with any unforeseen issues (which did occur multiple times). I worked with PDG for all of tech week and the six shows that they performed.

Swish, tumble tumble, crash. I could just tell by the way I fell that something was wrong. Very wong. But I decided to just keep going even though it hurt. I was at the Jackson Hole ski mountain and was on the Rendezvous bowl with the Jackson Hole ski and snowboard team.

There were fireworks when I was born. At least that’s what I’d like to think. I was born on July 5, 1996 in Atlanta, Georgia. I was only 31 minutes short from being born on Independence Day. I was pretty much an “outcast” from the beginning. I was quiet and usually preferred to be alone or with just my family. From a young age I became fascinated with movies, particularly older movies. When I was eleven years old I saw the film that helped me figure out what my passions were and who I wanted to be. The film was Dazed and Confused (1993). I know it sounds like a joke considering the films contents, but every aspect of it intrigued me. After watching that, I began developing an urge to do something in the film industry. Eventually when I was

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

No time at all for approach; time for battle task. We are calling for the very best rifleman in the world to accompany us as we learn on improbity, any place it stashes. This is not a game. There is no room for remorse right here, so fire to carry out.

In my life I had a lot of negative people that I was scared of. My brother was one of those who scared me the most. Although he never meant to, he still did. My entire life I was scared to go home. I didn’t feel safe. I was always full of negative. I hated it. I was always scared. I was always having attacks. At first the attacks didn’t happen that much. But they soon became my entire life.

It was a beautiful summer evening at my uncle’s firework stand in Stillwater on July 7, 2012. We were sitting on the cement next to the giant metal building containing thousands of dollars worth of fireworks. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was getting dark. Together we were thinking of what we could do to pass the time before we had to close the stand. So we took a small 200 gram cake cleverly labeled,’’Stressed Out”. in the parking lot..

The mass of clownified humanity that we gazed upon was horrifically impressive. They were swarming upon the facility like a malicious rainbow sea. The facility was located in a secluded wilderness area and it had one road leading up to it. This road was stuffed with clown cars. Judging by how many of the vehicles were simply cars hastily and gaudily painted with spray paint, I deduced that much of this army was recently infected clowns. It turns out they had rapidly, within a day, recruited the next city over in preparation for this siege. Our wonderment was interrupted by the ricochet of bullets as the gun toting clowns fired upon us. It would take a lot more than that to kill this bird though.

It all started around the time of early October of 2013. I had been getting hives on my face and upper chest, making me itchy. As time progressed, I was becoming worse. Around the time of November 13, 2013, my face was very swollen. My face was swollen because this was my bodies way of telling me that their is a foreign object that was not satisfying my system. On that day, I had stayed home because my mom and dad had decided to keep me home because of my face.

A time where I was frightened beyond belief was about a month ago after I had seen the new Steven Spielberg movie “It”. I was on the Scarborough High School turf after a soccer game with three of my friends. Unfortunately, my friend’s grandmother was late to pick us up, and they ended up turning off the lights at the turf. It was the darkest black and smelled of mist and grass; it made me feel apprehensive. In addition, it did not help that the most unclear fog you have ever seen happened to be clouding the air that gloomy night. After seeing “It”, my friend Lindsay decided to jump on top of a sewer and holler out, “You’ll float too! You’ll float too!” Of course, my other friends and I decided to join her on top of the sewer screaming,