Personal Narrative-Storie

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.

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

P: Timothy will recognize existing feelings of anger, discover the origins of such feelings, and find alternative ways to ease, express, and resolve such feelings.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

I would like to tell you something new happening yesterday. There was a little talk between two of my friends who are living next dorm. It was almost half past eleven while other students had been sleeping. However, this two dudes, Holden, and Stradlater seemed like having a certain fight which was loud enough that I could nearly hear every single word and detail.

Well here I am just laying here, waiting upon my near death to come I guess this is what I get for going after a criminal without any form of backup, where did I go wrong on this mission (flashback come back to figure out)

Kyle had completeely missed Olivia's upturned face, and the expectation of the kiss, his outward demeanour apparently normal, as were his words, but his internal thoughts consumed by visions of the mansion, for that's all it be called, and how his old College buddy had been able to afford it. Of course, he already knew the answer to that second question, by stealing the ideas they'd both worked on together back in their dorm room, and claiming it fully as his own. The flash of bitterness and envy elicited by the sight of the perfectly manincured green lawns, and colourful flowers, pruned to perfection that offset the pure white brick, and brought attention to it's magnificence quickly abated, as he remembered his girlfriend, who knew nothing

My SAE resides in Farview Animal hospital as an assistant for the veterinarians. I assist in holding animals, trimming nails, monitoring for surgeries, and much, much more. However, I wasn’t always working for them. I had my first experience at Farview when I went for job shadow day and after seeing everyone on the staff work as a team to give the animals the best care possible, I decided that would be the place I wanted to start my SAE. In the beginning I would simply come into the room with them and view their work, taking mental notes as we went along. Then, one day, the chief vet came up to me and offered me a position as veterinary assistant. Since then I have been working alongside the people who I consider a family, but there is not

I violently shiver as I stand near the stop sign, awaiting my morning bus. My stomach, which had been growling furiously since the afternoon before, is now quiet underneath the layers of jumpers I am casually wearing in sunny, 65 degree weather. Fingers trembling, I plug in the food I plan to eat later on in the day into my calorie counter app, my breath hitching as I realize that today is the start of a new life- a life towards recovery.

I always wanted an all-terrain mountain bike. That finally happened when me and my family went shopping at Walmart for a new bicycle because recently I learned how to ride a bike with two wheels. Due to my practice behind the handles my parents thought since that it was summer and I needed the physical exercise, that I should get a bike. Also that I couldn’t ride my original small dirt bicycle. It was a jolly experience on a large bike for the first time.

"Are you sure?" These were the words the 8 year old version of me first heard after coming home from my grandparent's house. When I was younger, I spent most of my time with my father's parents. Both of mine worked, and we needed someone to babysit. Whether it be in politics or behavior, they are the epitome of being conservative; however, My mother is quite a bit more liberal. I grew up listening to the likes of Bill O'Reilly and Glenn Beck at my grandparents, and I would often come home to repeat their extremely conservative message. "Are you sure?" were always the words my mother would say to me. These words usually defeated an 8 year old me, but it is now the cue to start a friendly debate. I have grown to be much more like her since I

“So silky Bob, I hear there is an interesting story about how you got arrested, finally. Mind sharing that story with me?” The detective looked at me sharp in the eye, and a look of interest that let me understand that I didn’t have a choice but to tell the story. You see the story behind my arrest is a story of almost be trail, so yea you could say it was pretty interesting.

I crawl out from under the fence and book it towards my house. I hit the hard wooden door. It opens to the living room. I shut the door and run upstairs. I grab my Helmet and jump out the window and onto the ground. I run over to the pine tree I used to climb as a kid. “I’m back old buddy” I whisper under my breath. I start to climb until I reach the top. I press the side of the gun to activate assistive aiming. Once locked on I break of a branch and use it as a shield. A Plane-et hovers down and opens. I jump inside as we fly away. I get thrown out by the strong winds.

It was a chilly morning down in the little town of Nelsonville, Ohio. The light of the day slowly overwhelming the darkness of the night. I am sitting by the window of a restaurant I never knew would mean so much to me. With a man who I never thought would leave. At the same time I was baffled by the brightness of the morning sun. This day I still come back to if I need a moment of silence or a burst of inspiration, but I never knew a memory could hurt and have a amazing sensation at the same time.

One Friday night around twelve in the morning I got on this chat line, where I met this guy named Justin. We talked on the chat line for a while telling each other about ourselves. Justin told me he was from Newnan,GA and that he drove limousines for celebrities. Him and I exchanged numbers and started chatting on a more personal level. I started off by telling him that I was eighteen years old and stayed in Greenville, GA. Knowing that I was lying about my age I didn’t even feel any remorse.He replied saying that he knew where Greenville was.Then he asked me; when we would meet each other. I told him I didn’t know and that’s when he insisted that we meet on Sunday. Not thinking, I told him I would see what I could do. At that moment,I knew