Personal Narrative: Representing

You seemed as if you left out of your 4th block Spanish from those rusty gray doors on the side of our school building.

There is someone I wish was still around from before that is my dad. He passed away in the first week of summer the summer before 6th grade. I lived with my mom until I was 7 then he went and got visitations so he seen me every Wednesday and every other weekend in the summers I was at his house 1 week and my mom's 1 week. Sometimes when he was close to my house or my grandmas he would bring me "care packages" they were mainly toys the one I remember was he was at Walmart and in the middle of the night he brought me Legos the Legos were batman ones. One Christmas he brought my a huge monster truck it was remote control it was about 2 feet tall I had it for a couple years I really liked to do donuts with it in the snow. He had a girl fried and

I wish I could tell you all of this in person but I know if I try I’ll probably get very nervous and forget some small details that I would really like to tell you, and those are probably the most important to me. I saw you for the first time on February 23 at the valentines party, and that was such a fortunate thing to go to because I was able to get free food, have a good time, see old friends I haven’t seen since last semester, but most importantly I was able to see you. I didn’t know who you were at the time, but I knew you were like a very sweet, funny, caring, smart, and very beautiful just from your appearance. I first noticed you when you sat across from me when we were playing charades, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to get to

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself there again. I always find myself in the same place, stuck in the exact moment of time when it all happened. I struggled to get a hold of myself. Is this a memory or am I still in Afghanistan?

The training ground was outside and depending on what we needed it for was able to instantly change its terrain. I walked over to a nearby basket and pulled out an old wooden bow and a quiver full of arrows.

I was designated out of necessity. My older brother was sent to prison the year before she was diagnosed. My twin sister was married at the time with three small children and my younger brother was only 16 years old. Therefore, I tried to become everything that she needed. Helping her through her battle would prove to me that life is too short to not pursue my dreams.

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

G sharp, C sharp, E natural. Finger 5, 1, 2, and 5 again. And then F sharp, and then…yes, I finally got it! I think to myself as I do a fist pump into the air. I had perfected a part of a piece I was playing that I had been struggling with for the longest time. My left hand was already tired from hammering away at the piano keys for what seemed like hours. I turned the pages back to the beginning of the song and played through the whole song. I was finally ready perform it at the recital.

Whenever I fight, except with the girl at the school, there seem to be a part of me that is turned off. Everything around me disappears and the only thing that matters is the person in front of me. I’m not angry with them, I don’t want to hurt them, I just don’t want them standing in front of me anymore. The bell rang and he got to swing at me once before I ducked under his straight right and hit him with a right hook. As he turned, next came the left cross followed by a straight right and he was out.

That first day at my father’s house, we talked, ate lunch, then made a small pot of decaf and talked some more as we snacked on a box of Fig Newtons. The only interruption came when I needed to make some phone calls; one to Krista to say that everything was going okay and to see how she and the kids were doing; the other to check for messages at work. There were several. The most important message was from my sales manager’s secretary, a reminder that during the Caribbean Adventure contest, the number of face-to-face customer visits and written sales proposals was being increased by ten percent for everyone in the sales department. Also, each customer visit was to be substantiated in the daily call reports that we were required to submit.

The outside of my mask represents what I show or represent the world. The blue on my mask represent my calm and relaxed thoughts. Several people have told me that I seem relaxed all the time. Also, the blue represents positive thoughts, since I seem to be always positive outside. The eyes are closed also because I looked relaxed and calmed. The zipper symbolizes how I am introverted and shy. I would not talk unless you talk to me. My archetype is the caregiver, I do love taking care of other people more than me. These are the personas I show the world.

January 22 was my birthday. I got some pretty great gifts, but it wasn’t the most ideal birthday ever. My dog ended up running away early that morning. It was the saddest birthday ever. He’s my best friend and I didn’t even get to spend my birthday with him. He’s a hunting dog, so whenever he smells something, he takes off after it and never turns around. The past times he’s ran away, he has come back. All I did was pray that he would come back. He’s my best friend and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

I push open the door to the store. The bell jingles, announcing my arrival. I scan the store and that's when I see him. I stop short. He's the one. I can feel the connection between us coursing through the air. He's goofing off with a few of his friends. He doesn't notice me yet, but I sure notice him. I could watch him for hours. How could I not; he's absolutely gorgeous! I could never resist the silly, playful ones. He saunters away from his friends and trips over a stray ball lying on the floor. I laugh. It appears that he has not quite grown into his feet yet. He looks up, and his big, beautiful, brown eyes meet my blue ones. His mouth opens into a big, happy smile. I can't help but to smile back. And his hair, I could run my hands through

My release was under the cover of night in the empty parking lot of an abandoned business. When my blindfold was taken off, I saw June’s car already waiting for me in the lot. As the men who released me climbed back into their van, the last one on board pointed an outstretched finger and said, “Twenty miles, east,” after that I was alone in the pitch black.