Personal Narrative Rebelling

They had told my parent that a few of my red blood cells had a malfunction they started to break down. They had told my parents that I had something called sickle cell which is a group of disorders that cause red blood cells to become misshapen and break down. I never really understood what that meant but I just knew that I had a weak heart and that I never really played gym in school because they said I had “Limitations.” I never really knew what it meant but I just went along with it. A year later on March 11, 2008 I was back in the hospital because I needed surgery on my heart. I remember waking up after surgery and seeing my mom crying and asking my dad if I was going to die. I never really thought that was a possibility but I just pushed it to the back of my mind so I wouldn’t think about it. But turned out dieing was a possibility but I didn’t die, but the doctor told me that I could never be on a sports team and I could never play gym. I never really took it to the heart because I was only five I told myself that it was not the end of the world. That all changed a few months later and I was 6 now and it was a nice day on October 23 2008 and I was at the park with my dad and my older brother and they started to play baseball while I watched. After watching them play for a while I wanted to play so my dad pulled out a softball and a glove and I started to play on my own. I sucked at first but after a while I was really good. I remember on the same day I asked my dad if I could play on a team but she said no because of my “limitations.” Later that day I asked my mom and she took to play on a rec center team even though I wasn’t allowed and that's how it all started. And know I have played softball ever since and my

I’ve been trudging along for what seems like hours. I lost count of my steps sometime after my car broke down. When I look around all I see is an almost tangible grey curtain hiding everything except for a small segment of the highway. As I look forward the dark grey of the asphalt blends into the fog. I have no Idea what time it is when the fog rolled in my phone died. Without a clock, any length of time seems to go on forever, especially when the sun is hiding behind the fog. I just something I don’t understand about my situation, there has been no change in light since the fog rolled in. Same brightness the whole time. It’s almost like it’s not that I can’t tell time is passing. It’s that time isn’t passing, but that’s impossible.

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Distortion. If I could put that moment into one word that would be it. Everything in my mind was racing, as if my thoughts were on a high speed merry go round that was no longer full of merriment, but filled with a feeling of disaster. I was drowning in a vast sea of uncertainty, and the light shining from above was slowly vanishing from sight. I no longer had hope.

“We don’t have anytime time to waste today guys, get moving!” my mom announced. My brother was coming today and she wanted the house to be spotless. We had just started fall break and I was in the fourth grade. I was playing games and relaxing like any 10 year old would do. My dad was lounging on the couch watching some show, and my siblings were running around. By then I had only 5 siblings, 2 sisters and 3 brothers. We had known for a while that Johnny, age 9 at the time, was coming to live with us, what we didn’t know was that he would bring with him a fish. I was happier than a child opening presents on Christmas. The fish was a beautiful white male betta with long flowing fins. He lived in a small 1 gallon tank with blue pebbles, pointy

“So what does my failure at ‘Enemy Territory’, ‘Amorio’ and in the locker room have to do with us, Raab? The answer is in the word failure. At the rally, you couldn’t defeat Sally Talfourd and bring home the Vendetta Championship. Our shared inability to succeed in the moments we both desperately crave unites us.

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

“WHAT DID I DO” I’m screaming in my head from a fight, like when you're innocent when a crime happens and ask questions and keep pushing.When they bring you to a cold investigation room,with one desk,chains,and a one sided glass window.This was the end of a friendship,mine,a friend who is now not.The girl who is beautiful,beautiful ombre hair,smart,funny,her name was Hannah and then me,who has blonde/brown hair,blue ocean eyes,and no glasses or anything.This is what i did,what she did,what we did.This is how i dealt with it,it will get easier.

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.

Have you ever actually tried locating a needle in a haystack? It’s an exasperating task, I assure you. Sometime back in the fifth grade, I was spending a day at my close friend Tyler Clarke’s farmhouse property, emptying soda can after soda can, wreaking havoc on the woodlands surrounding the barn, and terrorizing his sister’s prized horses in our sugared up state. Typical irresponsible schoolboy stuff. Polar opposites, no other term could be used to describe Tyler and me. Ordinarily, I was a timid, small-statured

Some nights when sleep is evading me, I lay in bed I think about my past. I often dwell on little things and exaggerate the stories in which they happened; however, a single instance captures my attention. Feelings of disappointment and regret drown my thoughts every time this painful memory comes to mind, and my life has been greatly altered because of it.

I had a rather unconventional upbringing that made me who I am, so I love to share it. The way I was raised shaped me into the strong and beautiful young woman I am today. The environment I was raised in helped me believe that I can overcome my hardest struggles and that family is forever.

At the sudden ringing of the school bell, Yuyuki quietly stood up with the rest of her class and faced the front of the classroom and bowed, following the teacher's example. She stuffed the test paper she was handed back into her book bag and prepared to leave when a couple of her classmates tapped her on the way out.

Introspection and ponderance devolved into a turbulence of chaos as the world around me was drowned out by a loud rhythmic beating, saturating the very essence of my reality. My body yearned for stimulus and motility as my restraint teetered on the cusp of failure. All sense of time was lost and what seemed like an aeon was a mere thirty-minutes. I emerged from the MRI room with a sense of confidence and optimism, but I would be dishonest to say that I was not consumed with the anxiety of anticipation.

Decide is one of the most difficult thinking that everyone can have in the life. Perhaps. Every day, every time, we are making quick decisions and we don’t notice it. In the life we have innumerable decisions to make. Leaving everything you have like your job, school, and home besides get a new beginning is a big desicion to meake and that is the way of how this story begins.