Personal Narrative : Personal Experience In My Life

Elyar, my best friend had just told me ,Ricky, was now gonna tell the principal what I done. It didn't occur to me this was going to happen when I punched his brother ,Duke . Oh, God my dad is gonna kill me. His brother told me my sister, Sanai looked like a flat tire. I was so protective over my sister I couldn't take it. But, maybe I would be off the hook with my dad because I was defending her. Sanai most of the time thought I was her police because I would stick up for her. But, because dad was working 12 and a half hours each day it was my job to protect her. Next year when im in middle school she wont have

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

I didn't mean to start something... I swear! He was just there and my 'friends' kept pushing me towards him, telling me to 'help him out' with his hat. It was barely staying out on the kid's head because of the wind. I know it's no excuse but I don't want to go back to the time where I was the victim. I walked towards the kid, who must have been in year three or four. Honestly, each step I took towards him, the more I was against this idea. His hat flew off his head and my friends said that it was my chance. While they surrounded the kid, I grabbed the hat from the pavement. Tormenting children half my age was not the way I wanted to end the term. I flung it away from me, the hat I mean not the kid, and waited for Danny to catch it. He caught it with ease, obviously, and there it back laughing mockingly at the poor kid. I caught it and threw it

Then one day I was sitting on the bench in the shade reading my book. His name was Jonathan, he grabbed my book and ran. So I sat there and yelled at him to bring me back my book, never managed to achieve. Next thing I know I’m chasing him around the playground yelling at him to give me my book. I gave up and stopped running and then went somewhere he wouldn’t be able to see me. Whenever I saw him stop and sit down I ran out and grabbed my book and then he grabbed my arm. I told him to let go and next thing he did was give me an Indian burn. Then I cried and told my teacher. My lesson learned from this was reading shouldn’t be done at recess.

It’s 5 months after I started school and Julian the jerk kid is still a jerk. I guess things never change,but I want to punch him in the face I will one day. It’s on a Sunday morning and I’m walking in our park and I’m thinking about Julian and how stupid he is and I just get so mad at him. But suddenly I hear something or someone yelling “HELP!” I’m not sure who it is but I decided to check it out and it was August he was getting beat up by Julian that’s it I thought. So here's what I did I ran up to Julian and picked him up,slammed him on the ground and punched him. He looked so scared and he just got up and ran away. “Thanks,” August said. I said

When I pass a classroom, I saw a body fly like a football against the lockers. “I’m really getting tired of your crap dude!” the jock said while power walking. Then suddenly a teacher was charging toward the two kids and grabbed the two and took them to the office. Well it’s sucks to be those guys, but unlike them, I want to do something with my life. Then when I about to enter the classroom, The principal called my name. “Gabriel could you come with me to my

It was mid-afternoon and I was playing my daily basketball game with Connor, a fourth grade boy at latchkey. Everyday we bet on something and if you lost, you were held to what you bet. This time I was letting him win from the beginning, aside from the usual winning big at first and letting him come back to beat me. My coworker Kenzie for once, was not screaming at a kid every five seconds and Brennan, a kid that usually is running all over the place is sitting by the wall noticeably silent, so I knew it wasn’t a typical day at latchkey. While I was pretending to be a horrible basketball player, my other coworker Kylee came sprinting in the gym and her face was pale. She started to holler at me, but I couldn't understand so I walked over to

It was a sunny and hot day outside and we were getting ready to go out for recess. I was sitting at my desk waiting for my teacher to tell us to line up. As she told us it was time we all ran to be first in line for going outside. When we got outside I wanted to play football and so did a few other kids. We had 7 people and we needed one more person to make it fair. There was only one other kid that could play and his name was Jack. Jack was a new kid who didn’t really have friends and wasn’t very coordinated, so when we asked him, he was hesitant on his answer but said yes. We had to teach him a bit about how to play, but he new some of it. Jack was on my team and the other team kicked off first. When we tried to return it, Jack just stood

I tried not to hit her, but then again it was a fight and I wasn't going to lose. People say I hit her a few times, but I honestly don’t remember. I just remember my science teacher breaking us up and seeing Eva burst into tears, and me not doing anything but get back in line and go to lunch. I remember walking into the white and red lunchroom feeling as cold as the room. It was just a normal day apparently and nobody said a word even though I just knew everyone would be chanting for me, so glad I finally stood up to her. For lunch that day we were having spaghetti in those bright white Styrofoam plates with the choice of 2 vegetables. Most of the time us kids don’t eat it because well... their vegetables. I went to sit down and eat my lunch until I saw Mrs. McConaughey, the school counselor. She told me to come with her and I had to throw away my untouched spaghetti and already ice-cold vegetables. As we got into her office she asked me the question, “You never thought you had that much power in you, huh?” I wasn’t in much of a talking mood so I smiled and answered “No, I didn’t.” I lied because I knew for a fact I tried to avoid using my anger filled powers because I didn’t want to hurt my old

For the next few days I am on my A game. I haven’t been getting in trouble, I have been turning in my work on time, I am passing all my classes. Just when I start to do good, someone has to ruin it. Let me tell you what happened. I was walking to class and some kid comes and bumps into me for no apparent reason. So I turn around and snap “Say excuse me next time,” and he turns around and says “Or what?” and then pushes me. My anger gets the best of me and I charge at him but not before a laser is fired directly at the kid. Before I could even recognize what had happened it had already made impact. Next thing you know, there are at least 5 teachers on the scene grabbing me and taking me to the office where I am to meet with Mr.Roberto. As soon

When I heard the two people yelling at each other I couldn’t tell who it was. I turned to see if there were any teachers by our lockers to help the situation. I turned to by right and saw that the two boys Zach Zylstra and Jacob Preston were punching each other in the face and were trying to grab one another's neck to try to choke one another. When I saw that happening I knew that

I was anxious michael would confront me about stealing chips or a pop from the canteen. Soon this anxiousness would turn into reality. Right before Lunch i packed my lunch to go to the main gym were grades one to 8 would each lunch, and also where we would do the milk program.lol Since the milk program was during lunch we would eat our lunches during lunch recess so we could prepare before kids would come to eat their lunches. I sat down to eat my lunch with the other students we talked then got ready for the collection of juice boxes, soon after we were done milk program We went to the canteen to clean out the trays and recycle the recyclables. As Michael reached into the fridge he took a pop,he glanced over at me. It was an odd eye contact but I knew what was going to happen, Michael walked over and told me to hide it as michael whispered “ hide it, trust me we won't get caught” I felt a rush and i hide the pop in my sweater pocket, without concern I walked out of the canteen with an obvious way of walking. I felt the presence of a teacher near, and there was, there looking at whom was mr. somebody asked me to come here. As I thought in my mind Ii knew I was in a load of crap, I walked over there slightly shivering in guilt. I felt the salty taste of saliva dry up in my mouth as I began to speak in a

Our last Monday of 4th grade everyone in the school was called down for an assembly in the gym. So of course Jayden, Ethan, Collin and I waited for each other at the doors. We then sat with each other at the very top of the bleachers. Jayden and I took this girl's hat who was sitting below us, we then started playing catch with it and not giving it back. She went to go tell on us and as soon as she left we threw the hat in the trash. Then the principal had called us all in his scary office. I was the only one who had lied to him and I told him that I had nothing to do with the hat. Our principal had decided to send all of us back to class. Without any of us getting in trouble.

“Coach! Coach! I can’t walk!” I screamed as I fell to the ground during my last soccer game. It was overtime in my senior year district championship, a game that I worked the whole year to compete in. I played almost the entire game and was nearing the end of our second overtime. The referee blew the whistle for the substitutions to enter as I was walking back to get ready to defend the goal kick. I took one step and both my legs lit up in excruciating pain. I tried taking another step but collapsed to the ground. My dad sprinted down the bleachers, picked me up, and carried me off the field. I realized in this moment that I would never play competitive soccer again. When the final whistle blew, my teammates burst into a downpour of tears. Even amongst a scene of chaos and heartbreak, I was oddly at ease. I thought to myself, “Why am I not in tears? Am I able to understand something that others cannot? Is there something that I have learned in this experience that others have yet to see?” On the drive home that night, I began to think about all the memories that I had made from playing sports and tried to figure out the hidden message in these experiences.

The next day at school, I was waiting for the bell to ring. I got into the school as soon the bell rang, and I got out my hammer and nail from my backpack. When I saw my friend walking, I told him to stay still, and I pointed the nail at his head and took out my hammer. But one of my friend’s friends saw me with the hammer and ran to tell the teacher. I got in trouble, and