Personal Narrative-The Black Keys

I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started

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.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

It was a dismal, January day when Jackson Edge first arrived at Lanceton secondary. Right away, everyone knew he was out to start trouble. However, no one knew what his first move was going to be. He always had a look, a look of hatred, that he carried with him wherever he went. He could’ve been upset by the fact that he was at a new school with no friends halfway through the school year. Or, he could’ve been upset for whatever other reason. However, we did know one thing; Jackson Edge was going to grow and make a name for himself at our school, and he will soon go from the depths of the high school food chain, all the way to the top.

For many, if not most people, the town or city in which they grew up in occupies a place in their heart that nothing will ever take the place of. I never truly accepted my hometown for the unbelievable place that it truly is until recently. The change in my outlook did not, however, simply come from nothing, but from the words of a country song I heard on the radio driving home one long weekend from Belmont University. That perception altering song was “May We All” by Florida Georgia Line. Sometimes, a song is simply a melody that takes over your subconscious, causing an endless loop of the same few notes to play in your mind far longer than you ever wanted them to. Other times, a song is a catalyst that opens your mind to forgotten memories,

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.

A time in my life when I faced disappointment was when my dance team didn’t place at our first competition of the year. We had gone to the competition in Sauk Rapids. I’m only on our kick team, not jazz. Our team meets usually about once a week to practice our routine and dance skills. We start in September and go to the end of May. The first half of the year we learn a routine to perform at our competitions throughout the season. Our song for this year is “Something in the Water,” by Carrie Underwood.

My thoughts have engulfed me into a room full of screams. Some are positive, but most are negative. It’s like I’ve been put in this hole trying to scratch my way out of it looking for the lit up, neon sign that reads ‘Exit’. It’s been about eight years, and at the dark end of what I thought led to nowhere finally showed the red neon sign. I see my future of hope, and along with that came the cold, wet streaks that ran down my face. As I get closer to the exit, I was blinded by red, green, and blue beams of light that someone could easily mistaken for as a UFO. My body started vibrating and music erupted throughout everywhere. ‘There it is,’ I thought, ‘there’s hope.’

I sat in the back of the car, with my earphones plugged into my i-pod. I was listening to Rubber Soul, one of my favourite albums. I was really excited. The reason for this was that we were on our way to Liverpool. My parents had secretly organised this trip for my 18th birthday (which had been yesterday), which was the nicest thing anybody had ever done for me. We would be visiting The Beatles' childhood homes, The Cavern, Strawberry Fields and lots of other cool Beatle-related places. The mere thought of it made me smile. Two years ago I had become a huge Beatles fan and ever since then I had been dying to go to the place where it had all started.

Are you sure you don't want me to just drive you guys there, said Marissa's mom. No were fine, I said it's just a mile walk it will only talk 20 minutes and we have each other. As me and marissa were walking down the drive way she turned to me and said I'm kinda scared this is a long walk and it's dark out. We'll be fine, I exclaimed. As we walked down the road we heard a noise in the dark.

There is nothing but silence at first. Then the floor starts to crumble beneath your feet. The walls around you begin to fall to pieces. Each crack reveals a blinding white light from behind it. The ground suddenly falls apart, yet you find yourself still standing. The light from below hurts your eyes from its intensity. The walls fall away entirely, and you are no longer able to see save for the light. You shut your eyes from the pain. After a moment, the light seems to fade, and you open your eyes. You and your fellow survivors are standing in nothingness. Your surroundings are pitch black for what seems to be forever, yet each of you is totally visible. The floor suddenly starts to reappear, wooden panels suddenly flying into place under

The small group surrounds my tank which led them into this mess. Not one turned back. Well, one did ‘cause he had a loose part after being hit by the ricocheting smoky bullets. But, those that carried on knowing what they are putting on the line is what makes me believe that there IS good in this world.

“You can think of hinge joints as doors,” my Anatomy and Physiology teacher explained, “They move in one direction.” As if on cue, every single eye in the classroom was trained on me. Throughout my four years of high school, dating even farther back to the dreadful years of middle school, the phrase “One Direction” was practically synonymous with my own name. Everyone knew that was the group I loved, and there was little I could do to change it; reputations stick. One Direction has been a colossal part of my life ever since 2012, and I have grown immensely as a person because of them.

There are many songs that have memories that are connected to them in some extravagant way. However, there is one song that really has a deep meaning to me, and a memory that is attached to it. That song is “See You Again” by Wiz Khalifa. Now, I do not listen to any genre of music other than Christian, but my senior class had all went through a tragedy during our eleventh grade year. It was something that no high school student should ever have to go through, but yet it happens all the time. My senior class picked three songs to play at graduation, but this song was chosen to play at the end as a reminder of the tragedy that we had been through.