Personal Narrative: She's Insane

“This is personal to you. I know what it’s like to lose someone, and believe me, I’ve been where you are right now. Maybe your emotional state will prevent you from focusing on this case,” Aidan added and smiled. His eyes seemed warm and caring now. Megan noticed how the pitch black color of Aidan’s eyes seemed both mysterious and hypnotic at the same time. “Hey, you came from Connecticut and asked for me. This means that you want me to work on this case because you know what I’m capable of,” said Megan. She was frustrated. She felt much more furious than she sounded. She thought that Aidan should thank her therapist who taught her how to keep her anger under control, and smiled a little.

Kaboom! In the matter of seconds a fun time can turn into a panic of terror. Looking around, seeing the sheer excitement on everyone's face. Not one of us had second guessed this idea. It was completely silent, not one cricket chirped, in the dried out grass clearing. Although it is a peaceful little place, it's not going to be so soothing and tranquil any longer. Now came the roar of the explosion, echoing through the wood. A violent blast of burning hot air hit my face. Shrapnel of glass bottle pierces my skin. Gunpowder and debris from the oak wood tree dusted my lips, having a bitter disgusting flavor. A blinding flash of light dazed me, white spots began to spread around my line of sight. The sounds of laughter at the campfire, cars passing by, and the wind whistling through the trees suddenly all went quiet, but a rising tone of a broken amplifier replaced all the other noises, causing us to become disorientated. Not even being able to hear the crackling of leaves beneath our feet, over the insane ringing.

I curse the amount of street lights there are and go around to the side of the house, careful to duck into the shadows. The sound of a noisy dog barking next door has my pulse racing and my eyes cataloging everything around me.

When Alaina fell down the stairs, she didn’t really know what happened. All she knew was that she had been having fun one second, and was in pain the next. It was so quick, so fast, she didn’t even know what hit her. All she new was that she took a long, plunging trip down the stairs.

Pass, Set, SPIKE! I sprinted across the court, pursuing my base position with sweat rolling down my cheeks and weight upon my shoulders; the score of the fifth set was 13-12 and I played passionately, letting the game engulf me entirely. This was when I felt the most alive. But the universe is fighting me to throw my passion away in the garbage. Volleyball is the passion that I have committed myself to master for years and often, unfortunate circumstances have pushed me to stop participating in the game. Discouragement from many individuals, financial instabilities, and most of all, health problems and injuries I have faced were all obstacles that hindered my path to success. Every instance I lost control of what occurred in this unpredictable universe, it was as if everything and everyone just wanted to keep me away from a simple volleyball, but why was playing so disgraceful?

it's been probably a few hours now and nothing has happened i start thinking about my family, friends, and even Mrs.Berntson. That's when i think about the book she read in class and how spelling out meanwhile moves me to a different place. So i try to spell out meanwhile hoping that i will go to another place but it doesn't seem to be working. I keep thinking about the book and remember that at the end the kid yells the end and is instantly brought back to where he started. As loud as i can i scream, “The

There was a girl, her name was Emiri, while she was innocent looking enough with her short white hair and innocent looking face. She seemed to have a smile on her face all the time in front of people even when it wasn't appropriate time to have a smile on her face like if somebody had died in a really tragic way, she would still have a smile on her face as if she didn't feel anything. When people would ask her why she was smiling at such a horrid thing she would only reply “Because I think this world is so wonderful, even with the bad things that happen. That's why I am smiling. We only had one chance to be here and their time was up, so why would you hurt yourself over their ending time? After all somebody else will be written to replace them

“After being yelled at by the wicked Mr. Schwarz in the breezeway by the courtyard with my friend, Andre, I went to my next class. Mr. Schwarz just happened to be my teacher for Marketing, the class I was going to next. Just when I thought my day couldn't get worse it did, he decided to give us a quiz to see what we knew. Once he got to me to me he towered over me as if he was a higher being and gave me the paper while wearing a sinister smile on his face.

On Saturday, February 25th I attended my little sister’s CYO volleyball game at Saint Simon the Apostle Catholic School. It was just a regular season game. Maci and her team, the Royals, played Our Lady of Mount Carmel, also known as OLMC. They were the home team and OLMC was the visiting team. The players on OLMC were all under 5 feet, so the Lady Royals were not intimidated by them. It was definitely the smallest team I had ever seen and compared to the Lady Royals who were all, but one, above 5 feet. I knew that this was going to be an interesting game. At the start of the first match number 3, Maddi Gibson, started off serving. She was notorious for getting all of her serves over and getting points right off the bat from them. I could see why her serves didn't give the opposing team a chance. They were so close to the net that you would think that they would not go over, but they did every single time. She scored 7 points in a row till one of her serves did not make it over. My favorite play was when they had a pretty good volley going and then the opposing team, OLMC, passed the ball and it was out, but Quinn Lewis, number 2, hit the ball anyways and she scored a point. Maci Zehner, number 4, had a great play. She served

Hello my name is John. I was just everyday salaryman. It was my 24th birthday night when i were walking in the park. Where i had my first date with my first and last girlfriend. There were two people doing inappropriate thing in the park. Was what i thought and this place have some important memory of my life so i decided to remind them.

Before anybody tells me I can't do this idiotic essay in the first person (like it should be): it’s important to the story, it’s personal and it WON’T feel right any other way. That’s just the way I feel; it’s how I was raised and who’ve fought to be to this day.

I hate it when she has to go away. My most cherished memories are spent with her. I don't understand why she has to go away. When she leaves I get unbelievably bored without someone to play with. As I complain, my parents constantly remind me that she endures boredom on a much greater scale to mine. She's locked away in the ward, confined in a small room with no one to keep her company. She has to put up with over-protective nurses who simply don't understand her. It makes me sad to think that she has to stay be in a place where she can’t be happy.

It is full summer and upon the horizon, I see soldiers coming, they are forever coming, it seems. Though they will soon leave us alone. For some insane reason, crazy people, scare them away. This place, has become my haven. You would think, after a hundred and forty years, I would have grown tired of this place and moved on; but when my Henry, was killed at Vicksburg, I completely lost my mind.

My life was pretty normal for a typical magical family. Nothing too special in all honesty. I didn’t have parents which could summon food at will or have that of a great income. Mostly, my family relied on producing potions for a source of income. Every day I would usually find myself at random fields filled with flowers of all colors; Red, blue, yellow, you name it! By the end of the day, I would always fill my basket up with a variety of colorful mountains of flowers. So yea, it’s a normal day, Yea? I’m picking all kinds of flowers for my parent’s potions. I find a blue flower with some petals missing in a wide field. As I pull the roots of the plant out of the soil, the sky starts turning in circles. Confused, I drop the flower. I start to scurry back home. The wind blow

Nancy Long is the worst person I’ve ever met! My grandma’s last name has changed so much (not because of marriage) I don’t know what to call her. Nancy Long, Littlejohn, Dick, or Frye all has been her names for periods in her life. Well, you're probably wondering why she is the worst person in my life, After All she is my grandma. There is a long series of events that will lead up to one big event that has forever changed my life. Nancy’s mom died from Hydrocephalus when she was the age of three years old. Hydrocephalus is when there is fluid on the brain from birth. This left Nancy with her alcoholic father named Larry Long. Larry got remarried to Denise Long when Nancy was around the age of six or seven years old. Denise was very abusive(allegedly)