Personal Narrative: The Incident In The Dalles

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

Then, we looked at the corner of the house.She sall us and then I turned around. And I was going to run until I hit my head on a air conditioning box.I did not notice I was bleeding until my cousin told me.I ran upstairs and told my mom my mom was freaking out.

“Hey, Johnnycake!” Two-Bit yelled from the street. Johnny waved back, a smile lighting up his face.

I walked in my dad's room and before I could ask my dad anything he

I grew up in Sugar Creek and went to a private school for daycare. I honestly don’t remember much about it, but when kindergarten year started I moved here to the Fort Osage District. I remember me meeting a boy, which I was kind of mean to. My mom had my mind set at boys are gross and have cooties, and school was all that mattered. Which still to this day I try my hardest to stick to school, and my two jobs. He kept trying to talk to me almost everyday, and having the same recess together didn’t help me out any.

My first disturbing encounter with SFC Wilson was in November 2016, we were housed in lodging across from one another and he made the remark that I should make sure my door is secure and rattled off my key door lock number. After that incident, I shoved the sofa that was in my room up against the door every night until I moved to permanent housing. I was very relieved that I would be away from him so that I could sleep better at night. The second incident was during the first course of the 42A30, SFC Wilson introduced himself to the instructors and made it known to them that he did not know what he was doing and he would need assistance from all of us. He would ask my opinion about issues or situations that he was assisting in creating

It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.

Moments after the chunks of my hair fell to the ground my parents pulled into the driveway and when they walked in my mom let out a loud gasp. She partially yelled, asking what had happened to my hair. I told her what I did because my siblings would not help me.

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

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

When there is a person who has the power to either save the world or destroy it, they tend to be rather influential and fascinating. For this creative journal, I chose to represent Josh. Josh is a noteworthy character. He has an ongoing internal battle deciding whether he wants to side with Flamel or Dee. Both Flamel and Dee are mysterious in Josh’s eyes. The reader is swayed believe that Flamel is the righteous figure and Dee is the devious figure thus far, but there is no concrete certainty. Josh also deeply envies his sister’s powers after she was awoken.

and Vontrell Williams always made it their business to get me back on my feet. The trainers would change my bandages daily, and I was sidelined. The following Spring 2014 I hoped to get healthy enough to get invited to camp because I never been. My goal was to always step on the field. Everything that I was going through was going to be worth it if I just got one second on the field. Summer 2014 I worked 40 hours a week, participated in all team activities and workouts, while taking two classes. I worked so hard to make camp and was told that I was going. The very first day of camp when everyone was getting ready, I found out that I would no longer be going. I was told if someone got hurt, I would be the first to replace him. Another terrible

Ouch! I screamed. I stayed still until my dad came. It felt like if water was running down my skull, I tried to clean it I looked at my hand and it was blood. I freaked out and began to scream “dad”!

Around seven I got a call from my mom telling me and my brother it's time to come home. When we got home we still were riding around. So I went off a curb and my front tire fell off! I flew over my handle bars. I tried to save myself by landing on my hands but I landed on my wrist weird and my chin hit the ground. My bike landed on my back so I push it off and get up. I see my tire rolling away and