Personal Narrative Story : A Story Of A Personal Story

noticed the time. He basically sprinted for the elevator in his five story house with his gear and rode it down three floors to the main floor. He jumped out of the elevator and sprinted to his car still sore from being at the ice rink the last four nights practicing and training. He wasn't happy that he couldn’t get anything to eat, but new there would be snacks on his plane. They sped out of the long driveway of the five story house in East Grand Rapids. They raced down the streets taking any

My heart was pounding in my chest feeling like it would burst out any minute, “why is this happening I sobbed. I couldn’t even think my head was racing so fast, “how is this possible how….how….HOW!” I shrieked, But that was my biggest mistake. “Hey Savanna come on we should go,” I yelled to her moving my dark black hair away from my slender face. “James I’m coming down now” Savanna hollers back at me. She bounded down the. steps her red hair waving around her round face, sparkling in the kitchen

"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. This day was about two and a half years ago. It started out as only a normal summer day in the suburban

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. “ALEXANDRA ROSE! Get out of bed now.” My grandmother yelled while shaking me like a rag doll

I am going to write my personal narrative about when I was bullied by a girl named Anna which is not her real name but I will tell the story using a different name for her. So it all started when we were like in 2end grade. I happen to walk into rickers when she was in there and I guess she was mad because her grandma told her stuff that was not true about are dad’s. So she took it all out on me for years. She said stuff like you B word and other cuss words. I was like “ what did I do “. Then she

Some fifteen years ago, Jhin Wayne, his wife, and son were walking home from a movie and chatting about how would the ending be if the protagonist pressed the wrong button. Suddenly, a deep voice from the dark broke the joyful atmosphere, “Good evening.” “W-What is this?” Jhin questioned. “A stickup, buddy!” A tall and brawny man appeared behind the green trash container and limped toward them. “I will take that necklace you are wearing, lady!” He stretched out his hand and tried to reach

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. It was October 3rd, 1996, exactly 373 days ago today. It was a warm Autumn day, the leaves that decorated the trees had just begun to morph

After a long day's work, you just want to go home and rest. Take off your shoes, kick back in your recliner, make some popcorn, and watch some TV. It was late at night, and John was just getting home from work. He thought it would just be a normal night where he watched his favorite shows, and eat so much until he knocked out of the couch, but that wasn’t the case. When John got home, things seemed a little unusual. From the outside of his house, he could see it was completely dark, which was weird

It was cold snowy day at the jones house. It was as cold as the ice on northern sea. It was very windy and a huge blizzard began to happen. The temperature felt as if we were standing outside in Antarctica. A few kids that were outside building miniature snowmans. It felt like a winter wonderland to them. Later they started heading inside to stay warm and safe from the storm. “Michael get in here!” Michaels mom shouted as she was covering herself to keep warm as a stove.”Coming!” he shouted back

“I will catch you, even if it takes forever,” screamed Jax. The louder I screamed, the more Blair chuckled. It was like he didn’t even care that Mikki’s life was on the line. Soon I caught up to them. I was so difficult, but I did it. I reached my boney arms to reached for her. I felt her arm slightly, when i jerked her back into my arms. Once she noticed that she was back into my arms, she sighed in relief. Not long after Blair noticed that he was empty handed. He turned around and started running