Personal Narrative: The Girl And It Girl

It was May, two years ago. I walked into a room filled with girls, each accompanied by their mom or dad. My mom, dressed in a nice sweater and black pants, pulled me up to a table with a woman sitting in front of it. This woman looked in her 30’s and was wearing a light blue dress. She said “Please fill out this form and feel free to take a seat while you wait.” My mother dragging me along, walked to another table and sat down. I proceeded to sit next to her. It was obvious I was nervous. My sister

Savannah's black hair, touched lightly upon her shoulders. Her gaunt, and gloomy face being revealed as she reached her dainty hand up to push back her long overgrown fringe. Her brown eyes were that of an old mahogany door ; flecks of deep brown were intertwined expertly with lighter hues. A sigh was released from her dry, cracked lips as she focused her eyes on the torn picture in front of her. A single tear managed to escape from her glossy eyes, rolling down her lightly flushed cheeks and onto

made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's. I sent my best friend

Personal Narrative rough draft My grandma always told me to act like a lady. She would put into my mind that I should always sit with my legs crossed and never talk with food in my mouth. My grandma was the ultimate lady. Maybe I didn’t know what being a lady was all about back then, but I assure you that I know now. I was six years old, dressed in pink, dreaming of one day when I would become a princess. That day never came. Little did I know what being a girl would entail in the future

in arm with a lover, her chin high, and she’d glance and smile. I’d nod my head courteously and the sun would be there straight above my head but the glow she emanates would be enough for the world. Dandelion Girl, an image of untouched happiness. And I was right, I did meet Dandelion Girl. She came to me in the precinct, the hands that should be holding a familiar-looking dandelion handcuffed behind her back, and the arm linked with her lover was held in an iron-tight grip by a cop. Unabashedly

Hello my name is John. I was just everyday salaryman. It was my 24th birthday night when i were walking in the park. Where i had my first date with my first and last girlfriend. There were two people doing inappropriate thing in the park. Was what i thought and this place have some important memory of my life so i decided to remind them. "Hey can u do your job in your home?" when i say that i noticed something was wrong with two of them. Cause that was serial killer raping his victim's corpse.

The girl in blue also known as Katie woke up Christmas eve feeling happy. She brushed her teeth,took a shower, and ate breakfast. She went up stairs to wake up her little brother Johnny. As she woke him up she gave him a bath, and brushed his teeth. She carried little Johnny down the staircase so he can eat,as she kissed her mom, and dad good by as she went to her friend Sarah's house. When she got to to Sarah's house she knocked on the door waiting for someone to answer. When Sarah answered

1. It's a girl! My mom heard that three times in her life, once for my older sister Jillian, once for me, and once for my younger sister Jami. My third sister, Julieta, was adopted from Romania when Jami was about 4.It was a house full of girls and my dad. Almost omnipresent in my life; coming to every soccer game, dance recital, violin/piano recital, and school event. The support of my parents has always been nearby and I've forever been thankful for that. My parents were a unified authoritative

This dream was way beyond romantic, but of course it also has to be a little weird. It was like the manga I read called First Girl. In the beginning of what I remember; I was following a guy under water. When we had reached the destination, he had said a chant in front of two very large tiki statues and when he was finished they had opened up to a secret passageway. When he went in, I had waited for a few seconds and then I had said the following chant myself and continued into the passage as well

At the age of four I was absolutely positive that in the future my career was to be the real world Kim Possible. Yet, the next year something in me clicked; my mind had been set on becoming a singer, and ever since that moment twelve years ago it has been my path. I had convinced myself that I would stand on a stage, and every time I opened my mouth the notes would just flow out; gliding gracefully through the air, dancing to the music among one another, descending upon the audience in powerful crescendos