Personal Narrative Story : A Story Of A Story

“I will allow you to go to over Mackenzie’s sleepover as long as you promise to watch PG-13 or younger”, my mom yell up the base of the stairs from the kitchen.

I hurried through the hallways rushing to get to first period like any other normal day in high school, until everything turned upside down. The beginning months of my freshmen year were what I thought would be the best start to the next four years. By the time spring rolled around, I was getting ready to start lacrosse season with my best friends. We all started playing in middle school and loved the sport, as well as our coach, who had also been the high school coach. Unfortunately, our favorite coach had been terminated and it changed everything. I felt that I had a great advantage in knowing the coach and understanding the way she taught. That day my life shifted and impacted my high school career. I attended all of the practices, including

The dry rural landscape is playing with my vision. I am seeing double of everything. Double the amount of frizzled up shrubs. Two for every one pebble on the ground beneath my feet. The blinding white sand is stretching into the horizon, reflecting the sun’s heat onto my already sweat-dripping skin.

I can remember it like yesterday. I was driving home from school in the foggy weather in my truck. I got home and then I got this sudden feeling that something was different. I was nervous to walk in, and see what has happened. I had no choice. So I hesitantly took my key out, and opened the door and I veer toward the house.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you” It is Jackie and she sounds really upset.” I walked downstairs to pick up the phone to see what was wrong with Jackie. “Hello Jackie, what is wrong?” as I was listening to her on the phone I was becoming very upset. I was not happy with Jackie. I was very tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. After talking to Jackie for about five minutes she said “ I will be over in a few to pick you up because we really need to talk in person.” Hanging up the phone very upset because I did not want to be bother with any adventures.

Once upon a time there lived a young girl with her mother. She had everything she could have asked for but she was still unsatisfied and didn’t understand what her loved ones did for her. One day the young girl was walking around the local market when an old woman stopped her and said “ I offer you this magical ring for your beauty. It will grant you any wish you desire but you must choose carefully for this ring with grant you only one wish.”

As I walk out to the field to greet my friends, in the corner of my eye I see players as big as skyscrapers. Well, maybe I exaggerated a little but they were big! In a very stutter kind of way my coach's son whispers “A-a-are w-w-e playing t-t-them? Hope not.” I said.

I can’t recall the exact day, all I can remember is the pain from embarrassment. I was the first guy to ever be beaten by a girl. In my defense, her brothers held me down but that made the story less “Breaking News”.

=One day Breanna was on her way to the store. She was going to the store for some clothes and food. Breanna is seventeen years old and loves shopping. When she got to the store she saw two security guards. She was a little confused but didn’t worry about it. When she was about to go inside the store one of the guards stopped her. Then she could not believe what she heard.

"Who's is it" I said excitedly with a glowing expression on my face "where did it come from" "Did you buy it" I hurriedly asked my dad 1 million questions waiting on an response. He just stood there with a smile on his face barely biting his lip with happiness in his eyes. I don't think I ever seen this kind of expression on his face. I think that day his excitement was matching mine.

Saturday, November 15, 2014. By all accounts, it was a day like any other. The sun rose and set between the barren branches of the trees as my family and I took shelter from the cold. That night, my father, mother, and brother were watching curling downstairs as I nestled in the dark of my room, listening to music through my headphones. At one point, there was a loud crash from the next room over – my parents’ bedroom – and my cats went wild, hissing as they sprinted out like a shot. I went to go investigate, but didn’t notice anything amiss. I figured my cats had just knocked something over and had gotten freaked out, so I walked back to my room. As I plopped back onto my bed, I happened to glance out the window. That’s when I saw the ladder in my backyard, leading up to my parents’ bedroom.

My vision slowed I felt dizzy and hot. “Let's go get some breakfast.” my friend Lily said.

“I’m pregnant” the words swirled through my mind, my emotions started to build up, tears ran down my young face in excitement and confusion. I was silent and speechless. “How?”, “when?”, “with who?”, these questions built up in the back of my head before proceeding to respond with a blunt answer of “no way!”. Smirking faces showed up in the room to view my reaction from the news and we all started hugging the mommy- to-be. This news was exciting, but we all had many detailed questions.

I have a scar on my right hand. It is just under my thumb on the backside of my hand. It is a thin, pale mark, roughly an inch long. How did it get there? Well, I’m glad you asked. It is an epic tale, not meant for the faint of heart. It conveys the utmost bravery on my part, more heroic than King Arthur’s knights! If you so insist, I shall recount the tale.

As I lay awake in the large house that my grandparents left me. I thought about every memory I had ever had there that I could remember. And when I tell you this I had a lot of them, some memories were still fresh in my mind. I could tell you every single detail of what happened. Whether it was a good or bad day for me. Like the day that I was shaken awake my grandmother. The day that my parents had died.