Personal Narrative-The Beatles

A giant navy blue blanket pulls over the sky with shimmering stars sew on as buttons. The boundless sky above held varying hues of vermilion rays striking through the soot covered cotton balls. The rays provided a weird warmth and reassurance that they would come back again. However, with much of the warmth and reassurance, tears ultimately still rolled down my face much like the rain droplets run down the glass panes. The swing moves back and forth to the pace of the tip of my feet, kicking off the bare black mat floor. With each additional creak of the moving swing, the accumulation of tears and snot intensified. A tingling sensation finds itself in my bright ruby nose from the jarring wind.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

The latest 1963 Cadillac roars down the cliff side of State Road 1, and in its driver seat sits Herschel Hunt, a man who could’ve won the prize for smallest eyes in the world if only it were a real contest. Glenfidditch Malt Whisky drips from his auburn moustache back into the opened bottle in his right hand. The moonlight leaking into his car is taken over by headlights breaking around the bend, and off a single span concrete bridge. Hunt struggles to widen his little eyes against the light streaming in. He manages to peek out his pupils, keeping the color of his iris a mystery. The light is too bright for his retina, and his pupils slowly close down. The headlights swerve to his left. Hunt’s pupils are too drunk to dilate,

" Ah... did that child just...?" Cole turns his head side to side, trying to see where did that infant disappear to. He then looks under the table, wondering if the poor thing slipped out of his father's arms. "Where did that little one toddle off too?" Cole slowly lifts his head back from under the table when Lenny gleefully chasing after his baby boy. Ah, the life of a parent. Well, super natural parent that is. A bittersweet chuckle escapes from his mouth as his attention turns back to the aggron lad in front of him.

In Amicalola falls, me and my cousin Tamara were hiking on the trail. I turned to Tamara and said,

I carry with me an old backpack that I borrow from my father, it is old and worn but does the job, since the last one I had ripped in the bottom and let all its contents into the world. Inside that old backpack, I carry textbooks, I carry a small pencil case, and a slip of indifference that peeks out of the front pocket. The pencil case holds a rainbow of coloured pens, erasers I can’t seem to keep track of, and the pencil I’ve had since the ninth grade. The pencil carries the 3 years I’ve had it, the knowledge of every exam and test and essay I’ve ever written, and the thought that I should get a new one when I move away.

First of all I just want to say, no judging, oh and I know what you are thinking, it’s, just get to the point! Isn’t it, well too bad, because I might be talking about, let’s say, dogs eating tacos, and suddenly tell you a story about the one time my cousin made the best taco I had ever tasted, just like that, anyway, here we go. I was getting ready to start my normal day, in my normal job, as a normal 11 year old kid, in a not so normal school, then again, no school really has anything “normal” about it.

I remember watching your face as we drove, the radio discussing the recent coming out of Chaz Bono. You said, slapping your hands on the steering wheel and raising your voice in a tone of righteous indignance, "Thank God Sunny Bono is dead so he doesn't have to see what his daughter is doing to herself!” Turning to watch the passing scenery of a Chicago neighbourhood, I sighed softly. It wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped for.

Meghan, your goddess appearance hypnotized and paralyzed me. The sound of your honey-like voice can break the spell, but also compels me to do your bidding. A long gaze into those hazel-green eyes reveals the future and our past lives together. Your body's like silk. It's soft and smooth when you touch me. Whether you are holding me or when I'm nestling on your lap or breast, I feel secure, loved, also like I'm your baby. When we cuddle in your bed or elsewhere, I feel like a man protecting my woman. With you in my arms and right hand caressing your belly, as if our child in there. No matter if your hair is in a ponytail, bun, brushed, braided, wild/in a mess, if you are [literally] having a bad hair day, or do not feel sexy, you'll always

Every time I go to a concert, I experience a feeling which is almost indescribable, as if no other moment matters and the musician is playing to me alone as they capture all of my emotions in one set. When i went to see The 1975 recently, this was exactly the feeling I was exposed to. Even as The 1975 progressively get a larger and larger following, you still get the feeling of seeing a small garage band. Although they have the feel of a smaller band, the setup of the stage and the aesthetics of the show will completely amaze anybody who sees them. Each song throws you headfirst into a new world, with stunning color schemes complimenting even more stunning lyrics. However, if you're looking for a concert that you can go wild at, this isn't

There were currently two people in a room having an avid staring competition... or at least that what it looked like. The older man decided to speak up first, "Tell me James. How do you feel about reincarnation."

Down the block stood the start of a line made up of band shirts, colored hair, and Vans. Each person sitting with the hope of being one of the first fifty fans to show up. My strides elongated from their normal petite distances not allowing anyone else to get in line before I had. Seventeen blocks trekked across from my stop at Spring Street over to Elizabeth Street in NoLita. Never would any other kid be up at this ungodly hour in the summertime, but it was worth it all for us. My friend, Maddie, kept her pace as she walked right by my side. I took one last step to the shady spot in line where I immediately pulled myself down onto the cool pavement. I pulled out my phone, which had now been burning from the heat and saw that we had another