Personal Narrative: Seven

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

I love living in a small town, it gives me a sense of guaranteed safety and simplicity.

Finally it's friday. Everyone going to prom skips today just so they can get ready. First, I went out and get my hair done. They braided it in a side pony tail. It looked so pretty. Hopefully better than Sally’s hair. I kept checking my phone incase Sally posted anything. After I got my hair done I carefully drive back to my friend Alexsia’s house. When i walked in a wave of hair spray slapped me in the face. They were all talking about how Sally is trying way to hard to win.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

We played a soccer game yesterday against Buhler, we beat them 5-1 our first win of the season. Unfortunately I got injured within like 5 minutes of the game, I sprained my ankle and it hurt really bad so I had to go out of the game for a little bit so the coach could wrap my ankle. After about 5 minutes of walking on it I started getting used to the pain. So the coach asked me if I was good to play, so I said yes. I ended up going back in with about 30 minutes left, so when I went back in coach put me as the striker which is the attacking position. Their team wasn’t so good so I ended up running a bunch because I’m fast and can produce chances. I got a couple of chances to score but didn’t get a goal, Juan Castillo got a goal and that basically ended the half. At half

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

I have been counting the days ever since I heard the lousy news. I am ecstatic for her because it was her day to shine! (if she was dreading it then why is she happy) DING!! Blasted the bell above the door of the salon. The noise rang in me as we walked towards the woman behind the desk in the salon. “ Welcome!!” she exclaimed. “ Savannah will help you!” Hannah (and I) turned to see a tall, young, copper-haired women. The woman took said hi and took Hannah’s hand and lead her and her mom to the last chair on the left side of the small tattered house. Hannah sat in the chair and pulled me up and into a black, marble bowl behind the chair. She turned the tap on the bowl and the water blasted out of the nozzle I was soaked in the water- it was starting to burn. I could barely make out the woman pouring a sappy, white liquid into her hand. She rubbed the liquid on me. It cleaned me rubbing the oils and dirt off me while the water washed it in the sink and down the drain. Finally, it was all gone but she was pouring some more liquid into her hand. Here we go again. I thought. But it wasn't the first white, sappy liquid it was actually thriving and making me feel like I could do anything!!! It felt soo good and it was refreshing. I’ve never felt so good in my life! Finally, the woman pulled me out of the hot burning water and put a black towel over me blinding me from my

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

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How much are you willing to sacrifice for another life? When it came down to my parents they had to sacrifice everything. Moving from Albania to America was one of the hardest obstacles they faced, but it was one of the greatest gift that our family ever got. When I was a little girl I dreamed of coming to America. Most of my cousins lived here and I always heard of the opportunities and success I could have. Every time my cousins would come to Albania they would tell me all these stories. When they left I always wished to go with them, but I was always told I couldn't go and I never understood why. My parents would tell me that I didn't have papers. On day my dad secretly went out and played the lottery. In America, the lottery is the opportunity to winning millions of dollars. In other countries, winning the lottery is life changing.It's being able to come to America, a place I always imagined being magical. My dad always tells me, you will never lose anything by trying something new. You will either win or learn. If it wasn't for him applying for the lottery, I would have a very different story to tell, (try to talk about how my life is changing, in what access you have in albanian and what the lottery has been life changing

This passage reminds me about a pen pal that I used to write to every month in grade five. However, when I was in grade seven, I lost contact with her as I didn't receive any letters back from her for over a year. Even though she stopped replying me since grade seven, I still continue to check my mailbox every day hoping to receive a letter from her one day just like what Liesel did in this passage. Also, for the first few months, I would always be worried about her and wonder what has happened to her. As a result, I had many sleepless

“Tonight’s the dance!” I yell as I walk through the front door. I’m Raven a 6th grade girl and tonight's the spring dance. “I’M ON THE PHONE!” screams her mother, “sorry.” I whisper. I go and get something to eat, then do homework. When I’m done I go and takes a shower and picks out my dress. I’m a pasty white girl with long black hair. While I pack a bag for Katie's house, I starts humming a line from a song that I don’t know the tittle of. Then I started singing, “ Because it's too cold whoa,for you here, So now let me hold whoa both your hands through the holes of my sweater.” “Raven! You almost ready?”, say her mother. “ Yes ma!” I yells her sister gets home and is already watching T.V.

Nine. The age I was when I lost the closest person to me. It was in the beginning of the school year and I was getting out when I got a phone call from my mother. Of course, I answered yet I wish I hadn’t seen that she was going to get me. Keep in mind my mom hardly picked me up so it worried me a little. When my mom got there I walked slowly by reason of not wanting to hear any news whether good or bad. As I get in the car I see that my mother’s eyes are glassy. Then and there I knew something was wrong, nevertheless, I kept quiet. So we drove around for a little until we hit a red light and my mom turns to me and says “ Anna, your dad is in jail”. Now I don’t know if she said anything else but I know I wasn’t listening. The worst part of