Personal Narrative: She Is Nothing But A Child

He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”

She melted into a soothing voice, inhaling, then exhaling with a release of all tension. Surrendering to suggestion, she arrived to the critical moment of a child, hiding under a bed. The voice asked, “What do you sense”?

"Aaaaaaahhhhh. Get this thing out of me, it feels like it's eating my inside" a woman who was clearly disheveled yell with a demonic overlapping voice.

The voice was soft and comforting. She knew exactly who it was, and they were one of the last people that Alison expected to be in the Rec Room. She turned her head to look at the source of the noise, and saw Emily walking quietly

"When we were little, you used to do that. Pretend you were sleeping, and couldn't hear me. It didn't work then, and it certainly won't work now." Said the voice. "I have gone though so much, and I have a lot to tell you, so just listen."

Sirens began to echo into the scene. Meanwhile, they both began to mumble and screech from the pain, panic and discomfort that they endured.

came screaming from the voices she knew too well, voices of her family. In the air she could

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure,” said late Julia Child, an American chef I look up to. Indeed, failures related to cooking have massively impacted my personality and taught me several lessons in life that I cherish the most.

Our 9-year-old daughter's third soccer game in her life was this afternoon...all smiles and heart, learning as she goes. Although at the end, the score was a respectable 3-6 loss, the opposing team had a player that could easily play kiddie pro compared to all of the kids on the field; frequently stealing the ball at one end of the field and dribbling it down the entire length to the other end...solo, then shooting on goal..easily 8-10 times in the two quarters in which she played.

I smoothed down my long skirt and made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's.

She hissed at herself through her teeth like she were in physical agony, even though she had managed to escape fairly unscathed. Her whole body was hardened and tense as she sat there, holding herself more tightly than she ever had done before, willing herself not to shout out into the emptiness around

a sob came up into her throat and shook her , as a child who has cried itself to sleep

When I was in kindergarden I did many things that I regret including, giving a stuffed dog a shower, drawing on my furniture, and chewing on the sleeves of all of my shirts. However, one thing that I regret doing most is lying to my mom to get out of homework. Because of this, I believe that no matter how small or large a lie, it will come with a consequence.

Although she is scared, this moment helps calm her rapid heart. “God, please help us sinful children of Ivalice,” she whispered, her hands clasped and eyes closed. How badly she wanted their God to be listening.

“I tried to stay away from here as much as possible. The screams were enough to give anybody nightmares. Every now and then I imagine I can still hear them.”