Personal Narrative: The Day The Second Monster

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

“I don’t know,” I told her. It was an easy way out, a way to not have any more worries pile up. She shot me a look, that I unfortunately

“Maybe I just want to move on from it?” she said, looking around herself meticulously. The silence was charged as a product of Danny’s annoyance.

“How can you call him your friend? But he's not my friend! I almost blurted. He's my servant!”

Five months later David get a call from the hospital to tell him his results an he came back positive he drop the phone an cried he was in rage he put a hole in the wall at his house broke his television. He pray to god an ask him questions why me I haven't done nothing wrong but be good to her an make her life easy in this world. Then the test result for his child it was positive that it was his baby he was happy about that couldn't wait to see his health child of his Kelly calls him an ask forgiveness he tells her right now I can't talk to you disgust me at this time. But he told her the results for their child was his he ask why you put me through all of this only thing I wanted to do is to love you be

Summer was coming, and the sun was going down later and later every day, and Spike felt the minutes get longer as he waited. Visiting hours were only from 2-6. In a few days he wouldn’t be allowed to visit her at all. Not like he couldn’t break in or something. But she wouldn’t like that.

Our story begins as I am picked up from GMB. Keep in mind that in order to be hired by them you need to be in physical shape and no disabilities of any kind. So you're basically their toy. For example an assassination of someone very important.You are used to do their dirty work and in return you get nothing. Alright so as soon as I step out of my house i'm rushed by men in black suits. I am already well aware that it was GMB coming at me so as I am a highly trained for situation like this I fought back hoping I would make it out alive but as i'm thinking this I get hit in the back of the head and i'm out.

Pure desperation is vomiting behind public dumpsters, or stealing laxatives from Target; it is shoving food into your pockets and your hair, hoping no one witnessed you scraping the butter from you slice of toast, storing the excess behind your fingernails. It is wearing ankle weights to yearly physicals, donating blood to “shed a few quick pounds”, and bringing plastic sandwich bags to Thanksgiving dinner to avoid eating the beautifully prepared meal. I was ten years old when I read that I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight, permitted that I was willing to carry a toothbrush around in my bag. Little did I know at the time that my playing with such dangerous behavior would then lead to my brain waging war against my body, a series of battles that I would consistently lose over the course of the next nine years.

Whenever we talk about fairy tales, we speak of the Fairy Godmothers, the magic beans, and the talking cats. Rarely do we ever write papers about how one day we want to be the Big Bad Wolf, or the Wicked Witch of the West. There will never be a time in someone’s childhood when they prefer to be a villain rather than a hero, and that has much to do with our choices as we get older. We tend to throw aside anything we feel isn't the best. As Dick Gregory once had written, “I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.” At young ages, we were exposed to different people by attending our first elementary schools. When I entered the third grade, I remember at such a young age, I allowed my heart to have first been deceived

When In my Mind’s eye his face has been etched since the day I first saw her.

I am an introvert. I value my personal space and I need my alone time. I haven’t had much of either ever since I moved into my dorm at the University of Georgia two weeks ago. Every day has been a combination of classes, errands, and friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up to watching something on Netflix or playing a game. But everyone needs a break. The first two weeks have been a rush but there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

Hi I am Connie the kinda friendly monster. It all started when my papa Fisher lost his daughter to a tornado hitting her school I meant to get them all back. I as made from ¾ human and ¼ killer monster. The genetics where strange. He told everyone “I will make a monster that will kill all your dreams” for many it was their children. The monster was me. He told his sisters and she just told him “I know you miss her it's ok we will get through the this together.” Said Tilly “But, what if doesn't I want everyone to feel the pain I did when they called and told me my daughter was the one out of five hundred kids that got killed by the tornado.” Said Fisher. “ Why would you

Imagine coming back from work, or school, one day, only to find that your home has vanished. There is nothing left for you, but the worries of the uncertain future. You must act like every struggle you had, every smile you wore, and every person you met have never existed. Repress your tears, carry your family above your shoulders, and run. Never, under any circumstances, go back for whatever, or whoever, is left behind. Once you reach the other end of the world, find yourself a shelter, and start your life all over again. Congratulations, you are now a refugee… just like me.

monster. In order to get my monster back we had to find a monster for my sister.