Personal Narrative: Pretty Little Lias

I remember our double header against Bark River were my best games. I caught several popflies and the first time I was up to bat I hit the ball deep into center right over the center fielder’s head. The second time I was up to bat I got a double. I was so proud of how great I played and my coaches were too.

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

I was on the mound, looking at the catcher’s mitt, while the hitter got into the box and took his stance. The home plate umpire yelled, “Play ball!” I started my windup, left leg back, turn the right foot parallel to the mound, lift the front leg, and drive. I released the ball, and I watched it travel through the air towards the plate. You could hear the ball smacked the catcher’s glove, and the umpire yelled, “Sttrriiikkkee one!”

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

Four years ago I met a girl! That is what a teenage guy is supposed to do, right? Kelly (not her real name) and I have been friends for several years now, and I am proud of the relationship we have built. However, when I first met her, she was not in high school. Her mother had taken her out of high school for a year, because she was being severely bullied by other girls at school. When Kelly first shared her bullying experience with me I felt her pain deeply. I told her that I had been bullied too, when I was ten-years-old. Though Kelly never divulged to me the actual details of her experience, I was nonetheless willing to try and help her by sharing what I went through. I relived for her, my days in fifth grade, as I waited in line for recess. Two of my classmates made it their daily ritual to pull my hoodie off as proof that they could do whatever they wanted to me. Their intimidation tactics were regularly followed up with promises of things they might do to me once we reached the playground. Unobservable by teachers and staff at that point, I believed them.

Most people can relate to what they call “Friday Night Lights.” Whether you played, coached, cheered, or watched a high school football game, you know how exhilarating they can be. As a high school student you felt like the coolest kid ever wearing your jersey to school and getting asked a million questions about the upcoming game. The feel of football is so different from any other sport. You sit in a locker room blasting music getting pumped up. Once you run onto that field and see hundreds of people in your schools colors jumping up and down screamings there 's no better feeling.

Aba, I've known you since the first grade, when you crushed that spider (thanks man, I couldn't stand all those squeals) and from then on I’ve been so thankful. You've made me and so many other people so happy, but this isn't about other people so im just gonna focus on you and me. So this is probably going to be long if you know anything about me you know I write a lot. So let's go back to the very beginning.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

"Fresh off the boat" or "F.O.B" for short is a term which means carrying your sense of fashion and culture from your country which clashes with the current country's culture. That term is what I was referred to when I first started school in America. I did not understand the American culture or the way the system worked.

As I get closer to the building I hear voices ranging in pitch and tone. I walk through the large, bulky double doors with people running in and out of the building. I reconsider my decision to come here. It is instant chaos. It reminds me of the scene in Mean Girls where they are in the mall and Katy imagines the teens acting like wild animals at the water fountain similar to how she saw animals act in Africa. It is actually quite similar and a fascinating idea.

The family calls us four the Liars, and probably we deserve it. We are all nearly the same age, and we all have birthdays in the fall. Most years on the island, we've been trouble. (4.2)

I remember our first road trip, it was to UGA and even though Ashi might have hated the school, I loved it! I loved it was partially because I got to go with such wonderful people and I had such a wonderful time. And every time you came to Johns Creek, it would be a new story on a new “crush” or one of my other boy problems. It’s going to change, from high school sweethearts to college sweethearts. These high school “Friday night lights” are soon going to be college “Friday night lights” and I really hope they’re worth it.

One of the places we enjoyed walking is what we called the little store or Mrs. Slaters, and it was a 2-mile trek down our winding Box Canyon Road. We may have stopped wearing robes, but we still went barefoot. The heat on the road did not bother our feet. After 2 miles it was so nice to get into this store, we were usually hot and ready for a break. As soon as we walk in, you see the counter in front of you and as we walk in is my favorite candy, chocolate ice cubes starring at me. I would head to those immediately and goodbye to my nickel, every time and all the time. I think they were only 5 cents. Next, I would head to the Doritos, then cream cheese, and then add an RC cola to finish the snack, and to this day I still love Doritos. With

It was a bright and sunny day. I was playing with my kitten. I was outside it was hot and humid. I was in my front yard running through my sprinkler trying to cool down. My neighbors had a dog her name was ellie. She was a big dog she was always on a chain that was Coated in plastic. I played in the sprinkler for a few more hours. I got my cat and took him through the sprinkler to. He got wet and started to scratch he scratched my head is was deep and gushed blood. I put him down and went inside.i came out a few minutes later my can was still sitting in the ground waiting for me. I picked him up and started to rock him back and forth. Out of the corner i saw ellie trying to get off her leash so i moved away and continued. I did this for a few minutes when i again saw ellie trying to get off her leash.

Hey guys! I know I haven’t written for a while, and I don’t think I’ll be back very often to continue to write unless someone decides to buy me an $800 computer for Christmas… (hint, hint) Yeah… Not going to happen. I only had two or three people reading this story originally, but this is a remake of my first fanfiction, called “Double Trouble for TK.” I’ll probably have it shortened to just “Double Trouble” by the time I’ve finally reuploaded my re-written chapter one. I won’t be writing it all at once, so I won’t be able to spit out a chapter every day like I could the first time, but at the same time, I think that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll get a few more views with this hopefully better re-write. So for anyone who saw this story the first time, or who hasn’t even heard of me (more likely…), I hope you enjoy my first and best fanfiction ever, re-written to be a little more capturing and accurate.