Personal Narrative-Scary Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

We walked through the tunnel for about 15 minutes and found a magical place, it looked like a forest. We all looked around in amazement at the sight we were seeing. It was so beautiful I couldn’t stop looking. I saw a bunny that was red and had three eyes, it was kind of weird, yet the bunny was pretty. We kept walking through this magical place and we heard a cry.

A group of friends were walking in the woods in the dark so they couldn’t see anything, then they found a place to rest at. They fell asleep and something wake them up, so they took off running in different places, then one of them screamed really loud so the others took off toward the scream. One of them got over there and he seen something walking around him so he grabbed his friend and they run to somewhere that they thought they were safe but they saw the monster walking toward them so they held their breathe so it couldn’t heard them or see.

In my life I had a lot of negative people that I was scared of. My brother was one of those who scared me the most. Although he never meant to, he still did. My entire life I was scared to go home. I didn’t feel safe. I was always full of negative. I hated it. I was always scared. I was always having attacks. At first the attacks didn’t happen that much. But they soon became my entire life.

Divorce. A shaping tool that impacts the child’s future immensely. With no additional income source, my fresh off the boat mother had to work constantly to keep the bowls filled with rice. However as a direct result, I would have to take care of myself as my mother was rarely at home. My strict mother would never let me outside so I filled my time with video games. Alone with my video games, no one can question my actions or behavior. With only a mother as a role model, I develop a feminine personally. I thought I was just a normal boy, and growing up with this mentality became problematic. Combined with my mentality and higher pitch voice, people would make fun of me and never took me seriously. I never understood why causing me to stay in

The summer during 7th and 8th grade was the best summer that I’ve ever experienced! I had so much fun and made so many unforgettable memories with both my friends and my family. I even met a few celebrities, including Honey Boo Boo while down in Panama City, Florida! Summer has always been one of my favorite seasons because everyone can stay up late and sleep in as late as they want to. Just like everyone else, I relaxed by the pool for the majority of the summer.

I slowly sit up and rest my back against the headboard of my old bed. Closing my eyes and taking everything in that has happen since I’ve woken up. Being in my old room, brings back a lot of memories of when I used to live here as a child. Moments with James, moments with my mum. I let a tear escape my eye, quickly wiping it away. I can’t let it get to me anymore. It was five years ago. A few more tears escape and I go to whip it away again when light bounces off the scars on my arm.

I started my walk from the AGO which is located on Dundas Street West. It was a sunny and bright day early in the morning. People seemed to be walking towards the art gallery from all directions of the city as well as riding up on their bikes. The many bikes standing by the gallery gave the impression that many visitors were flocking to the site. The revolving doors of the art gallery were moving continuously, people were going in and out. The constant movement indicated to me that the place was popular. The entrance of the gallery seemed also to be a temporary meeting hub for people. It is by the entrance that people stood together and chatted. As I stood and observed the gallery, I also witnessed many groups of children walking

Everyone remembers a time in their lives when their mom came through and saved the day. Mine happened to happen at 1:30 AM on a Saturday morning. To fully understand the story I’ll give some background.

I have always believed in Christ since I was a little girl. But it wasn’t until I made the decision to follow him when I truly started to have faith and believed. Following him has mold me into the person I am today. Growing up my grandparents and parents set a good example of how living for Christ should look like. They were always involved in church. My grandpa was a deacon for over forty years and my grandma open her house to many people from the church. Both of my parents became a Christian in their teenage years. They both serve in ministry at our local church. My mom sings in the choir and my dad is a deacon. They have hosted a small bible group in our home for over seven years. Seeing my grandparents and parents serve the lord taught

Which worried me a little about what they had found, because they seemed worried themselves. When I got home I heard a low grumbling sound and the workers screaming in terror. So when I walked inside I ran into one of the workers and got the whole story of what was going on. “ An hour ago we found a magnificent discovery of a blue hairy prickly monster with bulging white eye balls, yellow fangs like rosie and he is not a big monster but a stubby short monster. He looks very cute but has done great damage under your house and we think that he has a nest with more scarier ones that could do even greater damage to the house.” the construction worker told me still panting from running around trying to contain

The door slammed on my way out of the old apartment building. No, I didn’t slam the door; it was a windy morning in the city of Chicago. As I was walking outside, I whispered to myself “This is it.” The wind was pushing against me, almost causing me to tumble over. Along with the wind, the smell of rain filled my nostrils and my clothing started to soak from just a five-yard walk from the apartment building to my dad’s truck. As soon as I got inside my dad’s truck, I was shivering from the ice-cold rain and piercing wind that was outside and I loudly sighed with relief. The slam of the door may seem like a negative thing, but it was actually the beginning of a better life for me. It was the sound of me breaking free from an affectionless prison

It's gross, but I don't care. It feels suddenly like all the life has drained out of me and I sit there, limp and emotionless for a long, long time until Alex is pounding on the door, begging me to let him in. His voice is loud and broken and I can tell he's been crying. It feels like the entire world is falling around me and when I finally open the door, shaking like a leaf,I collapse into his arms."It's going to be okay,"Alex whispers into my temple, smearing tears into my hair.I'm not convinced, but I follow Alex back to Dr. Allen's office anyway because what else am I supposed to do?Once we're settled back in the uncomfortable plastic chairs the doctor smiles professionally.I wonder how many people he's had to tell they were dying. He's