Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

“Well, boys. I knew someone would understand the clue. And I knew that someone, was you Clay.” Hannah says slowly.

“I- I can be helpful. I- I- won’t get in your way, I promise. P- P- Please don’t kill me!”

"This is going to be where our bed is, our memories that we create, and a big step to our future, right Maki-chan?" Nico turn to Maki with a smile, she never realized how grown Nico became.

"Sure, say no more, but I still can talk to him right?" I ask her in a reply, as I turn around.

Watching the men roll up on them was a somewhat surreal experience. First, they did not immediately open fire—that was always a pleasant surprise. Next, they began to speak in alarmingly calm and collected tones and allowed the woman—Lyra Caspari, by her word—to tell "their story." And what a story it was, a tale of poor luck and quick thinking presented in such a disarming, demure, deferential tone that Kirin could not help but stifle a laugh.

She exhaled. A puff of cold, white air formed from her trembling lips. The blue moon shone brightly on her face, showing off her dark eyes, the lustrous color of metal and the long raven black hair cascading over her shoulder. Shadows danced around the room. Seemingly taunting her.

When I think back to the place that was forbidden to me, I become mesmerized yet distraught. I have vivid memories of my childhood, a most prominent one being the forest. Ever since I was able to walk on my own, I have loved exploring the outside world. Being a first-year cub scout, I soon became curious of the woods behind my aunt’s home. My mother soon discovered my plans to explore the area and quickly stopped me. Although my mother warned me that something bad might happen, I proceeded anyway. Once I cleared the first few trees, I realized why my mother had heeded me not to explore there. Poison ivy was rampantly growing amongst the undergrowth and it had rubbed on my skin. It seems that I had to learn the hard way that my mother was right.

'It is a cold, dark, night. I just got off of work, late once again. I’m supposed to get off of work at six thirty , tonight I got off at nine thirty. Therefor, I now have to walk in the dark by myself in the worst part of town. Of course this is happens to be the shortest way. I start to near the park. The dim lighting and buzzing of the cheap lightbulbs struggling to stay on, gives an eerie feeling. The wind howling doesn't make it any better. Also mentioning the fact that it brings the horrid stench of the sushi shack, or rotting fish. It makes me want to puke. I pull my hoodie up to protect my ears from the wind. I keep walking at a brisk pace, I want to get out of here. As I am walking I hear faint foot steps.They are quiet but quick.

After she left my room, I crawled into my taffy bed and began to think about my important mission as I licked my blanket. Trying to defeat a giant was definitely a scary thought, but I didn’t want to let them down, so I knew I had to be brave. Shortly after, I drifted off to sleep.

She was going to have a talk to someone about this and they may even survive. She had left explosive instructions and it would seem that her words meant absolutely nothing. If they had a problem after all those who came through her door, then they should put some ice in a baggie and place in their lap. Before she has a few words with the people who wish to be used as an example, she had to deal with this… person.

Of course, Jessica knew everything about Jordan already, she finds out everything about everyone. I feel bad for Jordan, other people know more about her than she probably knows about herself.

Have you ever just been standing still and fallen down for no reason? Well I’m a little accident prone I don’t have troubles standing or walking but I do have a slight problem riding my bike.

We were stuck on the swings at Hershey Park and everyone was beginning to complain. There was a middle-aged woman with her two kids who were starting to pick on each other. The woman’s youngest child was a six-year-old boy with orange hair and freckles that covered his nose and cheeks. He wore black glasses and had blue eyes. His older brother, who was fifteen, had blonde hair just like his mother’s but he resembled his younger brother in a way that he had the same freckles and the same color eyes.

“It’s nothing like that Kuroko. And thanks, but I already knew. I ran into him while I was out last night and he helped me with… with my Sisters.”

“No, I’m not busy. I have to ask if I can come but I’m sure she’ll say yes. I probably have to clean my room first though, so it might be a while.”