Personal Narrative-Pink Sandwich

I was sitting lazily on my couch watching tv it was Saturday morning the sun was up and the birds were out. I was bored I had nothing to do I had watched the same show on tv already at least 3 time I was too tired to get up so i watched the show again for a fourth time. That’s when my mom came in and turned off the tv “Spencer you have been watching the tv for 2 hours!” My mom said raising her voice “ why don’t you go outside and play?” “Uhh mom do I have to?” She gave me a sinister stare so i got up put my shoes got on my bike and rode away.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

Soon as I finished washing all the dirty dishes I wiped down the counters and stove. While I was doing this. I was as joyful as a kid with a $100 dollar bill at a candy store. As I pulled my purple covers down from my king sized bed. I rested my head on the soft, cotton pillow. I had a relief of Red Chief not doing anything he wasn't supposed to because he wasn't here in town. Finally,that annoying boy was gone and the entire town was at peace. Three minutes later, I woke up to a thrusting sound as if someone trying to to knock Mr.Dorsets door off its hinges. I sprinted outside to see who it was and you guessed it it was that aggravating boy Red chief. But not only did I see,but I seen two other men with him walking in Mr.Dorset’s house.

With the slip of a hand, my friend was falling to the ground. I grabbed onto her, right before my head hit the mat with a crack. The room was spinning as blackness took over my eyesight. I got up on my feet, tripping as I ran to the next spot to throw another girl into the air. We needed to keep practicing, and I was giving my best effort to do so. My head was pounding, and I realized I couldn’t keep going. I didn’t want to hurt someone if I couldn’t catch them because of how I was feeling.

Everyday life is so mundane. It's the same thing every minute of everyday. Eat, sleep, fuck, get high, cry, scream a little, eat, sleep , fuck, get high... It's so exhausting just to try and live. Each and every painfully slow moment on an endless cycle of repeat that I found harder and harder to repeat. Thankfully though Brett didn't seem to remember anything from the night Drew had come over a few weeks ago. He couldn't even remember getting home, and while I was disappointed in a way it was for the best. There had been enough people in my life who had seen me at my worst and I had no desire to add another person to that very long list.

It was a hot, humid afternoon when I jumped off of the school bus and sprinted home. The first thing that I did was to kick off my shoes and threw my book bag onto the ground with my books scattered all across the floor. I ignored the mess that I just made, and darted towards my brother’s room. Banging on the door with my fist, I couldn’t stop the adrenaline rising from my body urging him to play. He opened the door and his face cringed as he shoved something in my hand and slammed the door shut right in front of me. I continued to bang on the door and yelled for his name. For a constant five minutes, there wasn’t any noise coming from the other side of the door as I slowly sat on the ground and remembered that I was grabbing onto something.

One day on this hot and sunny day it was bright and early; and the birds were out chirping. Me and my friends were out riding our skateboards, we rode and rode the boards around the neighborhood like any other kids would do. One of my friends had an idea to ride the skateboards down the biggest hill in the neighborhood, the hill was so steep and scary so we all decided to go one by one down the hill. Me and my best friend were the last two to go down the hill, we looked at each other and took a deep breath and started going down the hill. As we started to see one of my other friends flip and tumble down the hill we jumped off our skateboards and went to check on him. His face and arms were so messed up that we ran to him to make sure he was

The slim, white framed mirror positioned in the corner of my room glares back at me, projecting a transparent image of reality. The reflective glass reveals my hazel brown eyes, pale smile, freckled face and confident stature. Yet what lies beyond the perfection–beyond the seemingly faultless façade–is a tsunami of fear suppressing the strength I once possessed…

Seven seconds after I walked in I was greeted. She said, "Hi, Welcome to Clark's. Today you get you second pair of shoes half off." They were very busy. I browsed around for a while and then a sale associate asked me if I found what I was looking for. I advised I liked the shoe I had in my hand. She looked around for my size and she did not see it so she checked in the back. They did not have the shoe and she advised they would have to order it. I selected another shoe and the same thing they did not have it in stick and would have to order it. I finally found a shoe they had in stock. She found my size and asked me if I liked how they feel and then she left. She did not bring out extra boxes of shoes or ask to measure my feet. I waited to

Jez. What you must think? Its not as if you don't have your own worries. And here I am whinging to beat the band about choice. I suppose if I stood back the argument could be made that I at least had choices to squander. Unfortunately this fact doesn't offer too much comfort at present.

Blood smiles, her red eyes filled with amusement. “Miss Clarke, your words are very bold and though I find them amusing and more intelligent than the others, you will anger many demons here, so I would learn to hold your tongue.”

I woke up feeling tired. I turned over to see the red lights that read 5:45 A.M. Way too early for me. I got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen to open the fridge. Choosing yogurt for my breakfast as I opened my laptop to check tumblr. After scrolling through my dash and finishing my choice of breakfast, I got ready, checked to see if I had everything I needed, and made my way to the car— where my mom was waiting.

The bus came to a screeching stop, I stood up and walked down the aisle and off the bus. I walked up the driveway and into my house. I went down the spiral staircase and then I set my bag down by my computer. I went back up the stairs and into the kitchen to get a snack, there I find my mom doing the dishes. I get out the toaster and was about ready to put toast in when my mother said,

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being slammed open by my dad. As I am still dazed from the sleep I started at 2am, I look over at the clock and realize why my dad is so angry. It is now 5am and our flight departs at in 2 hours. I try to get out of my bed as fast as possible and because my dad is the type of person who rather show up 20 minutes early rather than a minute late, I stumble over to my closet, get dressed, pick up my bags and load them onto the back of the truck. As I finish eating the peanut butter and jelly my mom made me, I kiss my family goodbye and jump into the truck with my dad. My aunt had just turned on the truck and the whole car still felt like a cold toilet seat.