Personal Narrative: Survival Instinct

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process

It was just the beginning of February. The winter cold, brutal, and yet normal for the people living in Michigan. My best friend Brian, his uncle Craig, and I were driving back together from Craig’s up north cottage. Brian and I were riding passenger with Craig in his Chevy Silverado pick-up. We were coming back from the annual Perchville Polar Bear Plunge that took place in Tawas, Michigan. A lot was on my mind since it was the second semester of my senior year, and graduation was right around the corner. I had no idea what I wanted to do, or where my future would take me.

About two years ago, my husband, my two sons and I lived in a small village, where we had our own farm that we took care of. My husband was a farmer, and we provided food that was sold to gain money. Our farm was prospering, and it did not seem like anything bad would happen. We spoke too soon. It was a tragic day; our crops wilted and died due to the dry, hot climate. With the loss of our crops, we could not make profit, so we did not have enough money to pay for our farm. In the end we lost everything. Luckily, we had enough money to rent land. This certainly was not the life I wanted for my family.

I wake up at 5:30, five days a week, and each time I try to cram in five extra minutes, I end up having a late start to my day.

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

Every student is excited when school starts. New classes, new backpacks, new clothes, and seeing all your friends is a part of this excitement. The first few weeks are new; no homework, plenty of free time, etc. But after two or three months, school isn’t cool anymore. The homework piles up, the tests are being printed, but how much stress can you take before it’s too much?

I hear noises coming from my room, I walk upstairs and see that the door is closed, I peer in, “I don’t know where Donnie is my lord”, Sarah talks into a silver flip up transmitter, “find him, I need him alive” Bob says angrily. I shut the door, but it made a loud sound, Sarah looks over and thinks, oh no, my cover is blown. I walk out to the backyard and stand facing the back fence looking out onto the ocean, thinking how did I miss that she is a cleaner? A few minutes later Sarah comes out and stands next to me, “you had me going when you told me about your dream yesterday” I said, “How can I trust you now?” I continue. “Yes it’s true, I am a cleaner” she admits, “I was going to tell you, I swear Donnie”, “when? Right before you kill me” I asked. “The truth is, I don’t want to be a cleaner anymore, I hate it” she starts to tear up, “and then I met you, and thought my life could be different”, “and I’m supposed to believe that?” I asked, “yes” she answers, I look deep into her eyes and see no trace that she is lying “yes it’s true I was supposed to bring you back to Og to be killed, but I fell in love with you the moment I say you”.

Sunshine. Endless amounts of fun. Water. It was about that time again, summer! My favorite season, no school and my birthday was in it. This summer was especially great, my dad was coming home he was in the military and I hadn't seen him in eight months. It was about a regular summer day with my family, when my parents thought of heading down to the beach. I was thrilled this beach was one of my favorite places to go in the summer. It was not only just a beach but, it also had a large park with big blue swings, a tennis court, and large grass area for people to have picnics. And were the beach and the park split of there were tall ginormous rocks so people could watch the boats and ocean. I was so excited and on top of that my mom told me that

Roy was invited to a party because he was symphony pianist. Roy attended a ceremony and was returning from the bathroom. He stopped by the giant cannon and began to light a cigar. Suddenly he heard a pop. So loud, so strong. He heard everything as he collapsed, and instantly after the world went quiet. Time felt lost and Roy felt abandoned.

Since my first day of high school, I have developed into a more responsible and mature person as well as open minded and understanding. Going into high school, I was pretty mature for my age compared to my peers but I was also pretty ignorant about my surroundings and certain situations I would find myself being in. I would even cave in and do things that I wasn't particularly fond of or interested in. Looking back at my past few years, I have gained a lot of experience interacting with people, learned things about myself, and have an insight of what the “real world” is like. I learned how to be my own leader, to be even more independent, and to stand up for myself & not be shut down or ignored. I have overcome different forms of adversity

In the 18 years I’ve been alive, I can honestly say I don’t regret much. I didn’t get in trouble a lot, I never broke a lamp and lied about it, or any other such childish nonsense. I always thought lying was stupid, so I didn’t do it. I sometimes did silly things, but everyone does those. Were the things I did embarrassing? Of course. But I didn’t regret them.

Today, hikers post online pictures and tales of girls hiking to the lake in shorts and flip flops. These hikers have access to information about the route that includes ground pictures, satellite maps and photos. Their equipment is ultra-lightweight; fishing poles and tent stays are made of modern carbon fiber. Their clothing and tent fabric is manufactured from miracle fabrics as light as goose feathers. Lightweight aluminum pans have magic nonstick surfaces. In one small pocket, they carry a full tool box about the size of our Buck pocket knives. A folding freak of engineering, it has several kinds of knives, a saw, a file; two kinds of screwdrivers, tweezers, an awl and a pair of pliers. Food is freeze-dried, light as marshmallows; water is available from any source, filtered through a portable micro-filter the size of an orange juice can. The campfire is a miniature can of bottled propane that weighs less than a single hatchet and is ignited

“Knock, knock! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!” It was my sister, Karla, and her boyfriend, Celestino. It was 4 in the morning and I thought to myself, “What do they want? Its 4 in the morning.” Then I remembered, “We’re going to Florida, right now!” I quickly grabbed a blanket, pillow, and my suitcase. Then, I went in the van so that we could leave.

I rubbed my well rested eyes, crawled out from under my warm, cozy covers and stretched my replenished body. It was a sunny, Friday morning, and the air was thin. I walked into the living room: Our living room is your average sitting area, two couches and two chairs. I found my brother sitting on one of the two couches, looking pale and haggard. As I walked toward my brother, he seemed to be slightly apprehensive. I paused for an abrupt second and I suddenly felt as if I had entered a scene of one of Nicholas Sparks’ many tragic, heartfelt movies. I didn’t paused for long because tears started rolling down my cheeks. And now all I’m thinking is, he can’t be gone?