Personal Narrative: The Choreo

Waking in a startle, I sat up in my bed... checking my surroundings.... fearful that I was not alone...

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

His eyes sparked with recognition, though before he could press on the subject a loud ringing drew our attention, my doorbell sounding out in the house. With rather excited movements I shoved him off me and ran down the stairs, opening the door to reveal Olivia, a grin plastered on her features.

"Don't be scared!" A voice called from behind the light. "I won't hurt you." I slowly crawled out from behind the pipes, and cautiously edged towards the human. He let me sniff his hand, and carefully picked me up. "There you go. Let's get you home." I tried to watch where he was taking me, but after hours of wandering, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.

For the last six years, I have been given the opportunity to competitively show jump. Competing has taught me a variety of lessons, including how to manage my commitments. Five times a week, I spend three hours at the barn, and throughout the year I spend various weekends competing. Though I wouldn’t rather be doing anything else, it doesn’t leave me with much spare time at the end of the night. Throughout the years, I have learned how to manage my social life, school work, and riding. I quickly realized that even though coming home from the barn at eight p.m and playing rock band until two a.m is way more exciting than doing homework for the rest of the night, that plan of action wasn’t going to do me any good. As a result of my past mistakes

I pushed myself onto my weak feet and stumbled home. For days I couldn’t leave my room, my anxiety and depression preventing me from moving, pinning me to my bed. His words still rung in my ears and all I could do was think of him. Somehow in the midst of my thoughts, my sorrow slowly turned to anger. I didn’t understand why he would shut me out so abruptly and suddenly I realized that I had to change, that I had to move on.

It was just like every other day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping playing their songs in harmony. I was at the station drinking my coffee.

“Okay.” he said timidly as we arrived at the top of the driveway. Walking closer to the house I could hear the yelling that always went on there and I cringed. I didn’t want him to have to hear that, it was embarrassing. But we headed into the house anyway and quickly slithered into my room before we were notice by the arguing monsters in the kitchen.

My heart beat went crazy as I reached for Hazel. I didn't know what had gotten into me inside the restaurant but now I knew what I was doing. Her face broke my heart, she was tearing up and it had been my fault. Even though she looked sad all I could think of was her lips. They looked so delicate and I couldn't control myself anymore. I leaned in and kissed her, at first she was too shocked to do anything but soon she relaxed and kissed me back.

The minister is currently looking for a new place for the church to be located in. He shared, "I found several places near my house, one was 10 minutes away from the current church location by car."The minister has been searching for 2 months diligently for this new home for the body of believers in Denver. Pastor Thomas will be registered soon at OU, but currently he isn't. "Now things are quite busy here. I will pray about that, and when My co-worker returns from Dover for Kbers training, I will have more help at the church." Shared the Pastor.

“I’m sorry, Evelyn,” I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. Why? Why did I have to ruin this night? It was supposed to be a fun time, not filled with the stupid drama in my head. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about myself,” I began. Evelyn furrowed her brow in confusion. I hadn’t been very open to begin with, but over time, I had started to share more of my visions with her. “The thing is, even though it hasn’t been a long time – only two months, about – I have fallen in love with you.” The silence was an anvil on my chest, an iron grip on my throat, a rush of butterflies in my stomach.

Hopelessly, I tried to acquire some words, any words, to stutter out of my mouth, but nothing did. I just stood there, staring in his eyes silently. It was such an intense quiet that I could not seem to break it. He was the one to break it. He took his soft hand and placed it on my cheek, my heart was a candle that had been ignited by his eyes and melted by his touch. Inside I felt a zoo of animals move around. It was as if a gate was broken open and I could feel every emotion all at once. I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Then he said it. Still looking in my eyes, he whispered, “I love

Before the beginning of this year the most dance I had done was a student run dance club at my old school that was only for fun, but I hadn’t ever done a full year of structured classes. Looking back to the beginning of the year I feel like I progressed extremely far with my knowledge and experience.

Shit. His blonde hair fell over his ears, cautiously stepping inside the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but stayed silent. His homely eyes assessed mine, but I had to look away because tears began to threaten my sight; I never wanted to see him through a blurred waterfall. I slouched down, tightening my grip on my knees, if I moved any more my legs would crumble. Ross climbed into the tub in silence, attempting to mirror my position but failed. We both shared a painful smile, but it was real. I buried my head in my hands, beneath my thick blanket of dark hair. I wanted to speak up, but I choke of the words and swallow it down. His unraveled himself, reaching through my arms to tilt my face towards his. I dropped my fingers slowly, fighting back tears. His face was unchanged, the same as it always had been, the same beautiful gaze he'd given me a million times before. Was he not embarrassed of me?

My head shot up and I swiveled my legs to be parallel to the floor. I hopped off the bed and grabbed my book bag. I steadily paced down the stairs to be greeted by my uncle, aunt, and sister. “Are you two ready for the agonizing