Personal Narrative-The Brown Files

It was 2:30 school just got out me and Tayler where going to leave as I realis I forgot my book in the classroom so we ran back to the classroom and when we got there was a mysterious door in the back of the classroom. There were no teachers in site so I decided to go over to the door and open it. There was a very bright light coming from the door. Tayler and I took one step in the door and then it slam shut behind us. We took a few more step closer to the light. But now we were in some other town named Brownard County, Florida. I saw the sign that said the name of the town.

Johnna Brown. The lovely mother of two, and the amazing wife any man would dream of, the best pet spoiler there is, and the perfect friend. That right there can say so much about someone without even knowing who they are. Johnna, my mother, is such a talented person. Along with this, she is also a mentor and therapist. Last, she devotes her every waking seconds to the ones she loves.

It seems today that the main objective in life is to become the most successful you can be, to have the best job, to make the most money. I have grown up in a generation focused solely on self achievement, that the utmost important thing in life is self. This has created an ideology of selfishness among millennials. The underlying want for more has clouded the vision and need to help our fellow man. What good is one’s life if one does not positively affect others. What has one accomplished if, when one leaves this earth, one has not left it for the better?

When I was in the 8th grade, I read your book, The Hiding Place, for the first time. I am not much of a reader, so I struggle to get excited over books. However, from the very first chapter, I was captivated by the emotion and heart that was put into the book. It changed my outlook on how lucky I am to live in a country and a time where I can freely worship God without fear of what will come. I had no idea how much persecution was shown toward the Jewish community during the early to mid 1900s. It brought to my attention how much of a problem religious tolerance, or lack thereof, was during the time period. Even today as we struggle to follow and respect our religious values, we can look back on this time and be grateful for what we

After Finals, I came back to San Pedro for the summer. You wouldn't think the place would have changed that much in a year, but it sure as hell felt like I was living in another country. Most of the guys I went to high school had moved on by then and the whole town seemed so fucking strange.

Junior year was pretty much back to normal. I was now accustomed to the new people, new faces, new teachers, and new surroundings. I really enjoyed taking my second year of chemistry, precalculus and biology while I did not enjoy American Cultural Studies. I am more of a science/math person, not so much history and english and two straight hours about history was not exactly what I looked forward to every morning. I got through it though and enjoyed after school more.

On a Sunday afternoon, I hang out with my friend to a local event hold by LA Times, which located at University of Southern California. When I got there, the first thing that got my attention was the books booth. I think the booth was too small because there was really crowded. However, I realized that a massive amount of people actually enjoy reading. I am not a good reader, but this kind of spirit influenced me that I ending up purchased a book. I think the best thing was that the books were so cheap, and be honest, I can spend a whole day finding books that I might interested in. After I left the books booth, I saw a conversation going on. I am not really into in, but I thought that this is a good opportunity

Unfortunately I won't be in class today I'm stuck in the hospital once again with an upper respiratory infection and the flu my throat closed up Saturday night so there keeping me the until Thursday to make sure I'm okay. But just to make sure today in class where going over Russia and China right? And I'm not sure because I don't have my paper was there something about extra credit?

How was today.. Honestly, who knows because i sure as hell don’t know and it really, really bothers me. I just felt numb today, like you know when you go to the dentist and he’ll numb your mouth to pull out a tooth or something, that’s how i felt but it was all over. Like i couldn’t care, like i couldn’t be bothered to care today. I mean i guess it was an okay day at first but i still felt numb and i really want to know why. I’ve also been really tired lately and sleeping in really late which also bothers me but that’s a problem for another day. For right now i want to figure out why i felt like that and if it’ll ever come back and bit me in the ass one day. By the end of the day i was just so exhausted and drained that i couldn’t give a damn

I knew that today would be the scariest day of my life, but after having amazing breakfast with sizzling hot bacon and the best sleep of my life, more excitement was about to come. I sat next to my cell buddy; John Collier, master jewel thief; jail time , 4 years.

I felt my feet hitting the wet ground. I heard my heart beating in my chest, and my lungs gasping for air. Furthermore, I hear the sound of the sharp knife slicing through the air as my enemy runs behind me. Quinn Brown, though he is shorter than me, I know he is faster, and I won’t be able to run for much longer. As I round the corner of my house, I see his teammate and brother, Brooks, standing high upon the deck. I already know I am trapped, without a weapon to defend myself. Brooks jumps down, and slowly advances towards me, and Quinn stands behind me.

The brown files dropped with a thud as I emptied my hands of its overbearing weight. Cracking my back, I let out a sigh. Only one more to go. I dragged my feet over to the last remaining pale grey cabinet and yanked the first draw open. Gathering as many files as possible, I proceeded to swerve around the stacks of colour coded files. My left foot came into contact with a stack of brown files, and I cursed as I lost my balance scattering both files into a pool of brown and white. Groaning in exasperation, I placed the remaining files that had survived the fumble, onto the ground and sat with my knees tucked against my chest with my back leaning against the wall. I dragged my hands down my face as the stress of the move piled on to my shoulders. I sat there, my hands covering my face, regretting that i had not started packing earlier.

It all happened one regular afternoon on a Wednesday at Hertford County Early College. It was around 4:40 p.m. and video game club had just dismissed from Ms. Smyth’s room, everyone except for Nick and Alston. They were still waiting for their rides.

It all started my senior year of high School, we knew this season would be rough considering we lost eight seniors on the varsity basketball team. Five of which all started every game of the year. We knew we had a tough road ahead of us but looking back we never realized just how tough it was going to be. There were three seniors going into the 2016 girls’ varsity basketball season including me. And only one returning varsity player that wasn’t a senior. We ended up with me as the only starting senior, a junior, two sophomores’, and a freshman. The other teams probably thought our coach was crazy to say the least.

After watching endless episodes of “The Middle”, a TV show my brother, mom and I had been watching, I slumped up the stairs feeling tiredness overcome my body and brain as most sleep deprived teenagers do. I stumbled into my room feeling for the light switch in the dark and flipped it. On my almost robotic bedtime routine I slowly and grudgingly brushed my teeth and slipped on my pajamas. I pulled back the sheets and sunk into the soft plush comforter. My cat was sleeping on the end by my feet. “Macky, come here I called”