Personal Narrative-Skylar

Cecelia, thank you for an interesting post. At the age of thirteen, I used to hear the word, “jeez”. Not knowing what it meant, practiced it several times myself when I felt the need to, or it just came out, until one day it slipped out in front of a very religious lady. That was a mistake on my part! She just about ripped my head off. I was confused and wondered if had said something wrong, as I did not mean it in a swearing context. I knew full well that I wasn’t allowed to swear. Out of respect for the lady, I resorted to not question her, part of my upbringing. Not knowing the relevance, I became even more curious to find out the basis of her getting offended. Then one day I worked up the courage to ask one of my Caucasian classmates who

Unfortunately, without inducing my demise, a brain removal could not be performed. It was slightly depressing I even thought of such an action, but my head was a swamp oozing of bizarreness. I didn’t even have one indication of the dove’s whereabouts. Technically, they were still paper, right? The downpour would disintegrate them; it had to.

One day on this hot and sunny day it was bright and early; and the birds were out chirping. Me and my friends were out riding our skateboards, we rode and rode the boards around the neighborhood like any other kids would do. One of my friends had an idea to ride the skateboards down the biggest hill in the neighborhood, the hill was so steep and scary so we all decided to go one by one down the hill. Me and my best friend were the last two to go down the hill, we looked at each other and took a deep breath and started going down the hill. As we started to see one of my other friends flip and tumble down the hill we jumped off our skateboards and went to check on him. His face and arms were so messed up that we ran to him to make sure he was

Bennett Miller was not calm.  He was, in fact, further from calm than he had been since he grew out of his tantrum-throwing phase as a toddler, and it was the most he could do to stop the sobs from escaping his throat; he could feel the tears silently streaming down his cheeks.  He furiously wiped the tears away and straightened his blue bowtie, but wished he had chosen clothes that were less conspicuous.  He didn’t want to be noticed today.  For the first time in months he regretted coming out of the closet.

I felt a rush of adrenaline go through my body. I was on a plane to Europe! ME! An eighteen year old girl going to Europe! I'm a straight A student going to Europe! I can finally leave the USA and explore the world! Then, awaking me from my thoughts, a voice shouted “Alexia! Let's get off this stinking plane and head off to Europe!” I got off my seat and rushed towards the exit, but before I get into that, let me tell you how I got here……………………………….

Helene has taken ill Clémence, and although healers are attending to her needs, I cannot help but still be left with this anxiety ... My own Mother and sister have not cared to have taken the time to write me with this information, and while you truly have my thanks for making me aware of this situation, I am still left to wonder why.

I've got slightly confused about when I've booked my meeting for. I wrote on the spreadsheet a time for 4:00 to 4:10, but when I clicked on the other link in your email, it suggested a meeting for 8:30. Is that a automated suggestion? Or is that the time when you are free? Sorry to bother you! I've just got a little muddled with the program!

As Glenn sipped on the champagne he had grabbed to help wash down the handful of uppers he had just taken, he quietly mingled with everyone in the hall, doing his best not to bring attention to himself. Everything was going good too… that was until he spotted Mr. Bojangles slinking his little furry way through the room. “Son of a bitch,” Glenn whispered to himself in utter disbelief. “I’d recognize that wretched fur ball anywhere.” And, Glenn should have recognized the cat; he had stared all day, every day at the stupid feline’s pictures splattered all over Peggy’s desk for the past dozen or so years.

Seven seconds after I walked in I was greeted. She said, "Hi, Welcome to Clark's. Today you get you second pair of shoes half off." They were very busy. I browsed around for a while and then a sale associate asked me if I found what I was looking for. I advised I liked the shoe I had in my hand. She looked around for my size and she did not see it so she checked in the back. They did not have the shoe and she advised they would have to order it. I selected another shoe and the same thing they did not have it in stick and would have to order it. I finally found a shoe they had in stock. She found my size and asked me if I liked how they feel and then she left. She did not bring out extra boxes of shoes or ask to measure my feet. I waited to

Jez. What you must think? Its not as if you don't have your own worries. And here I am whinging to beat the band about choice. I suppose if I stood back the argument could be made that I at least had choices to squander. Unfortunately this fact doesn't offer too much comfort at present.

The West side of New York is busy at this time of day, specifically Virginie Scott park,

Fifth grade has passed and it was the first week of summer vacation, my neighbors were moving but I really didn’t care. I haven’t actually got to know them as I moved here recently, Krochmally Avenue is a busy street. There are always cars passing by including moving trucks that stop by this small apartment. I spot an old man with his son, at least I think thats his son. They’re both holding the same big fox, then the boy writes a word on the box. The word was “FREE”

Since I was old enough to remember,every year ,the day after Thanksgiving, my father and I would put up Christmas Garland with these bright red bows on the sides of my house that faced the street. He would hap-hazardly climb the painting ladder (not meant for this task) and string the lights on hooks placed there when he first started this tradition. With this, he would call me over saying “Bow Girl! Oh Bow Girl! My little Bow Girl!”; or something along those lines. Hearing this, I would come running to him with a bright red bow ,the color of my cold cheeks, and begging to climb the ladder to give it to him ( I was an adventurous child apparently) This task, although mundane, I looked forward to doing every year , and any time he called me

I while later I come around the final turn that lead to the pack Hospital, it's past dusk now. The hospital itself looks like regular ol' human hospital, they've even got ambulances, but there ambulances are way more heavy duty then the regular ones, which is understandable. I look down at my mate, he slowly opens his honey collard eyes, As he does, slightly whimpers. "Hey. Wake up babe we're here" say softly.

My eyes lazily looked around the small, but quaint restaurant. It was one of those open mike restaurants where anyone can go up on stage and play their music. No one said it was good music though. Most of them are just amataur performers who want a free Gin and tonic; but it was what made this restaurant gain it's popularity. Though, I find it hard to believe since the place is about the size of a bedroom, maybe two.