Personal Narrative: Pj's Home

As I sat in my fourth grade English class listening to my teacher tell me "you have a book report due in just two short weeks" and I thought to myself how am I ever going to do this? I have never been a good writer and I have no idea where to begin explaining the book "Little House on The Praire" and presenting it in front of the class without being embaressed as all get out.The day went on as I thought about it more and more the bell rang. I ran out to my mom's car and stated "Mom I have a book report due in just two short weeks and I cant do it. She said "why not honey" I said " Im just not s good enough writer" She said " yes you are and yes you can and you will do a fantastic job at it. That is when I realized I am a writer.

As any other young boy, my dad had interests and hobbies; some hobbies stuck while other interests didn’t. Some of these hobbies consisted of boxing, football, fishing and watching movies, and as he got older, fixing each and every house he has lived in where he got stationed.

I turned over the letter and saw that papa had written “open your eyes Bruno.” Almost as a hint that I needed to pay attention to what the letter had to say, if only my dad had got right to the point in the first place. I didn’t have much time to finish reading the letter, so I put it on my pocket for later.

In my seventh-period P.E. class Mrs. Greene announced to us, “That it is cold outside so you can either stay in the gym or go outside.” Faith, Jessica, and I stood up from the hard black unappealing plastic bleachers to go outside. As I opened the door, the wind whipped around my bare skin and leaves whirled along the ground. “It is freezing; I'm going back inside.” I retorted. We were walking along the narrow hallway going back to the gym when we met Carlie. She gave us no room to walk by her so I retreated to the wall that way we wouldn’t collide with each other. I turned around and saw Carlie bump into Faith. “Move outta my way.” Faith screeched ferociously. Carlie looked at Faith with her eyes glaring, but preceded to walk onward down

Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.

It’s been four months since Delilah left for New York. She wanted something new, since we were together for 5 years, I must’ve been too used to align with her new tastes. Saskatoon might not be the most interesting place in the world, but it’s where I grew up, where we grew up together. I heard my mom call me from the kitchen, that’s enough dwelling for one morning. She handed me a coffee on the way out the door as I ran to catch the bus.

Out of the blue, towards the end of the call, Ron offered to place me on hold to ask a colleague for further assistance, inquiring whether he could add any further information. He came back and thanked me for holding, but he did not return to our previous conversation or attempt to answer any of my previous questions. Instead he asked me to pronounce my name "Dana" and took the time to mention how the program was national. Ironically he had been correctly using my name through the entire call already. Ron appeared to prioritize the collecting of my personal information and the scheduling of a follow-up call first, instead of addressing why I had been placed on hold to start with!

It was just a regular November night. I was about halfway through 4th grade and was enjoying it. I was playing in our basement at the time. I didn’t notice that there was a partially big mess in the basement. Then all of a sudden, I heard the inviting voice of my mother yelling,” Time for dinner.”So my little 9 year old brain thought Oh boy, dinner. So I ran to the stairs, still not noticing the mess. Tripped over a chair, then fell up the stairs…… and broke my wrist.

This picture means home to me because, not only is it one of the biggest attractions in New York City but I have a connection to it that represents home to me because. I am from Queens, NY, and it was pretty much quiet I moved to Harlem a few years ago and it was a different world that I had to get become adjusted to it. When I first moved here Times Square was a big part of my life, because I now lived less then 30mins away from it so I could visit it all of the time, and there is nothing like it in Queens. I would go there every weekend to shop, eat, go to the movies etc. I created many memories there and, I’ve become familiar with the streets so I can navigate times square and surrounding areas easily as I can do in my own neighborhood

It was about 6:30 pm on a weekday evening, and I had just finished eating dinner. My mom was slaving over the sink trying to clean up the mess we had made at dinner. When I approached her with that look on my face suggesting I wanted something. She knew it right away and asked what I wanted.

I sped down the hill as fast as I could, looking desperately for my young wife. I came to a stop where the road splits into four, still no sign of her. I dismounted my machine, and began to examine the roadways to figure out where exactly we had came from. with any luck, Elizabeth has backtracked back up the road. As I was examining the tracks, I heard someone on horseback approaching. I looked up to find an old farmer, whom was missing 2 or 3 of his teeth and had hair resembling a mop, making his way casually down the road.

I woke up from my slumber that felt like I’ve been sleeping for a thousand years. The aching, sore muscles that had built up on my body from the past three days had all vanished. I rose from the bed and went to the dining room, but there--standing in the middle of the room was General Zaroff.

If he could, the youth would have remained there for hours. The harsh words he spat out toward the entity was the only form of affection he could convey to a man as formal as his father was. The fashion of his character, the way he conducted himself, was one in which the fledgling lionized. Respect from his colleagues was something the man had in abundance, and Titus wanted this. He wanted to be above them all, to inspire fear in their beings with just as a flick of his wrist.

The sun penetrates the green leaves, leaving blotches on the wall behind my head. In my front porch oasis, I struggle to balance my plate of food on my lap and shield my eyes from the sun simultaneously. The sun is bright and the rest of my family are wearing their glasses. Mom and Lila sit on the swing in the corner and rest their plates on the arm rests. Lila swings the seat, moving her feet to the rhythm of the Grateful Dead.

“It’s my turn to use the bathroom!” Evan screeched while pounding his fist on the door.