Personal Narrative : Personal Writing

“I think my arthritis has had enough Hell for one night.” Sophia chuckles, a couple students weakly joining in. Daniel quickly rose to his feet, shoving his notebook into his bag. “If you'll all reread the seven critical essays I've assigned on Paradise Lost, I think you'll be more than prepared for tomorrow's exam.”

"Sorry. I was nervous." He swallowed and shrugged his face looked a little blushed. "This is new to me ya know."

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

“Ok, let's go.” She stands up, straightening her 5 foot 3 frame, shuffling her feet toward the door as I run to the front room to grab the cards from the drawer under the lamp. I sneak through the kitchen grabbing a cookie from the cabinet, like Winnie the Pooh grabbing his honey after

He sat up and scootched to the edge of his bed, sighing deeply as he considered the course of actions to come. To say the very least, he was excited, though nervous at the same time. It was a very unpleasant mixture of feelings that didn’t boil over well in his stomach, but he supposed he had to suck it up and muster what he’d been praying to do since the end of Summer, when school had started. Getting up now, he maneuvered to his closet and pulled out his jacket, putting it on when suddenly he had caught a folder of papers in his peripheral vision.

Gentle footsteps pattered across the hardwood floor as Ariana roamed into her kitchen, melodies from her phone flowing through the stereo. It was eleven o'clock at night, and an unbounded joy seemed to surge through the brunette's veins. Liz would be there at any moment, leaving them to spend their night together as they had done years back. Life had taken ahold of their friendship, and, although it still stood strong, opportunities for them to get together were far and few between. Since the two had first met, Ariana always admired the other girl. There was something about her confidence, or maybe even the way she carried herself. Just the thought of Liz could usually bring a truly authentic smile to her face, and in a way no one else seemed to do, as well.

"I don't think I could dance with you without embarrassing you." You looked down at the puffiness of the dress while the worry set in. You felt Elijah's fingers under your chin, tilting your head up ever so lightly. His hands were quite soft and didn't fail to leave you lingering for more.

I woke up with about twenty minutes left in class, and she was still babbling on, but this time she was babbling about writing. I thought to myself, "writing will be easy, piece a cake." And before I knew it, she assigned us to read The Scarlet Letter and write a paper on a particular character of our choice. "I don’t care," I said, "the reading will be boring, but the writing will be easy." Then the bell finally rang, and I strolled out the door with the same cocky attitude I had come in with. I didn’t know it at that time, but I was in for a big surprise.

(The curtain rises, revealing an average-size teenage bedroom. Academic rewards are scattered across the pale pink walls, the floor unusually immaculate for an adolescent's bedroom. A bookshelf stacked with classic novels stands between the door and a closet; a closet holding an abundance of cardboard boxes filled with clothes and school supplies. NICHOLE slowly paces around the room with her eyes glued to a clipboard while ALLISON sits attentively watching her. After a moment, NICHOLE pauses and glances at ALLISON)

     "Uh, I can't. My mom needs to talk to Alex and I after school." I answer quickly.

“You almost done?” Tiara said, with her thick Mexican accent. Jenny sighed. She hadn’t even pushed herself into the shower yet. “No, you can go ahead and uh, shower.” Jenny muttered as she walked out the bathroom. Tiara frowned. She could see her friend was sad, because of the scenery. She knew this was all brand new for her. Tiara placed her hand on her shoulder and smiled. “You’ll get used to it.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “So, you’re saying Its normal to be scared to death every night?” Tiara sighed. “You don’t have to be scared. Just only focus on school and you’ll be fine.” “Yea, whatever Tee…” Jenny muttered then, walked pasted her sounding even more depressed. Tiara looked at her, then sighed. She sometimes wished, she could better this

“Thank you very much Cerephina! I’ll add this one into my collection later tonight!” She lets go of me and holds her hand out for me to take, “Come along now, dinner is ready!”

The sun sat on top of the distant mountains ready to mark the end of the day, and I was still driving along the long narrow road. Pines trees gathered on each side, and I deeply breathed in the refreshing forest air. The sweet butterscotch smelling sap that oozed out of the trees every spring lingered through my rolled down window. I was on my way to my mother’s house, which I should have been at hours ago but my alarm clock didn’t wake me from the deep slumber I was having.

Don’t speak. Don’t say a word. You are too ugly to be smart. You should wear makeup. Just kidding, even makeup won’t help That. Why are you so ugly.

"Um...", I started but then decided aginst it. "Your being studied today on how you act with out your medicine", Shilie announced as she felt my confusion. I nodded my head in understanding even if she couldn't see me.