Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

In mid-December, during the celebration of her 10th anniversary with her husband Theo, Mrs. James got call from her department asking her if she could come in to work because they needed her help. When Mrs. James got the news she softly spoke, “Honey I’m so sorry, but they need me to come in to work.” Mr. James looks at her with an understanding smirk and kissed her on the cheek and said “See you when you get home. Be safe!” as she rushed out the door. When she got inside of the car , she turns the key in the ignition. A call came up on the screen saying “Homicide on 403 Pembroke Rd." She turns on her sirens and rushes off to the location. When Detective James arrived she saw a 3 story mansion on a hill owned. She read a sign nearby "Property

On 20Nov16 at 1337 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 16580 Co Rd 81 for a disturbance call.

Lauren contemplated buying a white peasant blouse that she had tried on. She looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The blouse was light so she knew she wouldn't get hot in it. She also wore light blue, high waisted, short shorts that showed off her tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. At the end of these long legs were her new light blue Converses. She just couldn't just not wear them. Her dark blonde hair was left naturally wavy, with wisps flying around here and there.

In just one day 50 lives were taken by a mystery killer. When the bodies were investigated they weren’t normal fingerprints. It was a killer no one saw coming

I asked him if he and his mother had a relationship together. He didn’t say much at first then he said, “I have a better relationship with my mom that lives in Denver even though she isn’t my birth mom.” He also said, “I try to reach out to her but mainly I send cards to her, she didn’t send me an Easter card.” My mentor started changing the channels and talking about different TV shows. I told my mentor, “I think it’s nice that you took the time to send your biological mom an Easter card because you were thinking about her.” Then my mentor told me that he went to Denver with him mom for Easter and really liked that. We watched the remaining of our shows and called on Dewey, but his cat was napping behind the

It was around 7:00 PM on a Saturday night, it was that time of the year where it got dark earlier than usual. It was my whole family; both of my parents, my 3 younger brothers and I, on our way back home from Six Flags. We were all extremely tired since we had spent the whole day walking under the hot sun. As we made our way back home, I was scrolling through an app called Offer Up, it's an app where people buy and sell, and I had posted an exclusive pair of Air Jordan's earlier that day. Well, at that moment my phone makes the loud cash register sound it makes when you get a message.

Your title intrigued me as I have always wanted to parasail. I enjoyed how you opened up to the reader by saying that you are afraid of heights as it makes first person even more personal. Thinking about the worst possible scenarios that could happen is a natural thing for humans to do when they feel uncertainty and I liked how it was included. I could easily picture the cityscape and the ocean with the help of your imagery. I love the part when your mood changes to liking parasailing and reflecting on this experience with no regret. Your entry shows the importance of taking opportunities on that are new and frightening. Nice work!

I can feel my stomach churning as I slowly creep up the steps to the diving board. The metal scorches my bare feet as the sun begins to form little blisters on my shoulders; my SPF 80 obviously isn't doing its job. I try to muster up enough courage to finish the last three steps, but my knees are trembling ferociously. As I finally make it to the top, the smell of chlorine is rancid enough to make me hold my nose and prepare for my leap into the icy chemical bath. I take one last deep breath and mentally prepare myself by repeating quietly, "Today is the day I conquer my fear of the high dive.”

For the longest time all I remember was drifting. The sea water seeping through my clothes making me numb to the bone. Floating along the world’s ocean for what seemed several days. I recall fighting against the ocean current, trying to pull myself towards some sort of island but the current just pulled me out more into the unknown. The darkness started to creep over the ocean until it was complete darkness. So tired, holding on to a broken piece of driftwood as the freezing cold night went by I closed my eyes trying to find some sense of peace. All I thought about was the drifting… Until at some point, the drifting stopped.

For the next few weeks, I pride myself on being a good little captive. I do everything in my power to get him to trust me, hoping that he’ll let me out of here so that I can escape. So far, it seems like it’s working. He hasn’t laid a hand on me since I confronted him about who he was, and he even seems happier now. For some reason, he seems to be falling for it, which is good news for me.

This worry the other morning acted slower. It remained, when that day with Mary ended once we got to the hospital and were told my lack of attention didn't kill my daughter. She only broke an arm.

Have any of your family feuds gone out of hand? I still remember the hot summer day in 2010. I was eight years old and just wanted to swing. Earlier that day, my mother drove my sister Passion (who was twelve years old), my brother Franklin (who was ten years old), and I to my Aunt Rosa’s house. We arrived at the same time as my cousins, Jowell (who was nine years old), Kianna (who was eight years old), and Henrique (who was seven years old).

The vibrant hue of the shoes stood out against the grime in the woman’s ebony hair. Her head rested atop the coral loafers and her back was to the bustling city.

Everybody was running. Last minute hair changes, quick costume checks, frantically going over lines, and for some reason… I only vividly remember the running. Backstage can be hectic before a show, especially performing a musical in front of 500 of my peers. My high school can spend so much money on renewing the gym and buying new lockers, but cannot invest in replacing the hole in the auditorium's curtain. I remember peeking through the hole on performance night and scanning through the sold out crowd. All these people came to watch you fail,my conscience mockingly whispers to me. I stood back and witnessed the show lights flicker. The crowd quietly settles down, knowing the play is about to start. More frantic running around me. You would

We had always talked about our dreams of becoming doctors together, our dreams of traveling together, and our dreams of growing old together. But not everything in life goes as planned, especially if you are a teen blinded by adolescent love. Our families did everything together. We were a team and I thought it imperishable. But I guess that’s why they say teen love hurts, because it’s a roller-coaster of emotions on steroids. Our hormones and feelings are going at 100 miles per hour and we can’t control our various emotional moments of joy, rejection, feeling loved, shame, or feeling left out. After that confession everything changed and he became a truer version of himself and I experienced my first heartbreak which helped me blossom and grow as a person. We will never go back to how it was before, but I will always treasure our memories together, and of the snapshot of the last Christmas we spent together.