Personal Narrative: The Kraken

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

My father left my mother as a young immigrant, he left me at a young age, I only had my mother and my little sister. I couldn’t imagine the world without them, so when I discovered I could potentially lose my mother, I almost fell apart.

She walked up the stair unhurried, her steps confident, and her hair still perfect without fault. As she reached the top of the stair there was slight hill that rose up before her, stood heavily on top was a creature that made her top lip rise in an act of disgust. It was easily 7ft tall, built similarly to a man, but its legs were thick and tough, no feet at the bottom like any person, they resembled an elephants, hard and wide, made to balance the large creature it was carrying. Its arms were disproportioned; the top of the arm was thinner than the bottom, getting wider and more engorged as it got closer to its hand. The hand looked like a swollen mess, heavy and fat with its tiny fingers poking out, similar to a plastic glove that had been blown up like a balloon. But it was its face that was the most disgusting thing to the girl. It was small and lumpy, its mouth taking up a large part of it, almost splitting the face. The mouth was long and thin, the sharp spikes of teeth had shot through its lips on multiply occasions, leaving the tough skin around its mouth shredded and scarred. And at the top of its head was its eyes, they were fish like, unblinking and dull. The creature in front of her was disgustingly

Sea or Xavier? That was the question that I was losing sleep over in eighth grade. At the time, it was the biggest decision of my life, the decision that would decide not only my home for the next four years, but the future. Thinking back, I wasn’t simply deciding between two schools. St. Joseph by the Sea High School was only a couple minutes from my house and all my friends were planning on attending. I knew that I would be happy at Sea as it was the comfortable option. Xavier, on the other hand, was very different. Xavier is in Manhattan, a whole new world for a young boy from Staten Island. I would be the only student from my elementary school attending and I knew that the curriculum would be much more rigorous. Xavier was in no way, the

My mind raced like the race car, my heart beats as the hooves of a horse on a racetrack, and my thick eyelashes holding up the tears that were going to fall. As I locked eyes with the Monster, I knew that I wasn’t safe. The angry blue eyes like the ocean waves were locked in with my helpless black ones. This time, the ocean waves were set to destroy a ship. This time, that helpless ship was me.

One sunny day an eighteen year old girl was enjoying the view from the docks at Oxnard, CA when she slipped and fell into the ocean. Thankfully no one had noticed what happened and she slowly made her way to the beach underneath the docks. When Oceania finally made it to the shore she was so tired that she passed out from exhaustion. When she woke up an hour later Oceania started to get up only to discover that instead of legs she had a fishtail. As she was trying to get clear of the water, she was discovered by the owner of Seaworld. As soon as he spotted her, he quickly called his crew up and they caught and transported her to Seaworld. Once there they placed her in with the dolphins and told her what to do for a performance with the dolphins.

My father knew that I was born and he never responded as a father, he didn’t take the responsibility he was supposed to take. On the other hand, my mother didn’t beg him to stay with us and she became a single mother. She became a fierce woman; she would work hours to give me always the best. Thanks to my mother I have to admit that food has been always in my mouth and shoes on my feet. My mother became a single mother and she confronted the world with her daughter, she was proud to have me and would stand tall when they would ask her about me.

I lived with my grandmother for the first half of my life. She practically raised me. Everyone in our village would talk about how much she spoiled me. She would go out of her way to get what I needed. One day I was playing with my friends, there was food in the house but I just wanted to eat snacks. I complained and whined about it until I got what I wanted she made my uncle go all the way into the city to buy me some snacks even though I could’ve just eaten what was in the house. She was a part of me. We had so much in common. My mom wasn't unable to raise me because she was living in America.

Growing up my family was always very close. We were always together; whether it was going to church or going to the ball field. My mother raised me as a single mother. She would work a lot of hours at work and my grandparents would watch me. They would take me to school and ball practices. Where sometimes my mom could not make it, she would always tell my grandparents to tell me something

My head slowly angled down at the murky brown water reflecting the bright sun as It flowed downstream. “Come on you pussy”, I heard from below. From then on, and for these three words, my fate would be decided, On that day about four years ago, i would know what fear feels like, and how confidence can change your life.

Growing up I just had my mother and myself. I had never met my father, and all I knew were a few minuscule details surrounding him and his life. Therefore, throughout my life, I would have to depend completely on my mother, and at times like this she would have to depend on me.

As I grew up, I struggled with never getting to know my mom, but since I was

When I was out walking my dog in Parson’s Field last night, I heard a loud metallic sound like a steel drum being cut up by a chainsaw. When I looked up, I saw a gigantic spaceship landing in the woods to my right. It was circular and flat like a flying saucer. Lots of tiny blue balls of light like electricity were being fired out of it in all directions. One of the lights came straight at me and seemed to pass right through at me. I felt a tingling sensation from head to foot, but the sensation passed in a few seconds.

Not the paint from the paint potion the middle stick, but an egg. I notice she wasn't touching nothing is touching me. Then eighth seem to be like a heartbeat. And I was like I left the world. It was a great bluebird This was a different kind of pain. Not the paint from the paint potion the middle stick, but an ache. I notice she wasn't touching nothing is touching me. Then ache seemed to be like a heartbeat. It was like I left the world. It was a great bluebird and with a bright orange belly. When it saw me, it flew, then it circled and, I'm not sure how but the look of worry crossed it's face. Then he darted. A high-pitched sound pierce my ear drums. but a look of worry crossed its face. Then he darted. A high-pitched sound pierce my ear drums. Then a shadow started to emerge into the open grassy spot in front of me. An orange and yellow ombre creature emerged appeared. Wait a minute, I know why this creature has appeared. It is the monster from all of my moms bedtime stories. I always ended up defeating it, and keeping one of its scaled and feathers. As I was thinking, I went to put my hands in my pockets, and inside of my pockets were two feathers, and two scales. I wanted to keep these so I went to put them in my backpack, but all of my stuff was gone, and replaced by scales and feathers. The high pitch sound returned, the creature spread it's wings. Now I was looking at it the same way the lady looked at me. This time my stare was for good reason, it was a new species. It stared at me too, but not the same way. He was looking at me with more of a wandering look. Then like a dog, he sat down. I walked over slowly, from out of the bushes. Then when I reached him, he lifted a paw, he had a thorn stuck in it. As I reached for it, I felt freezing cold water run down my face, I started to cough, I open my eyes, realizing that I was back in the hut, staring at the little old lady. She's holding an empty bucket in one hand, and in

Cameryn felt something on her foot, pulling her down. She looked at her feet to see it was just seaweed, she kicked the green plant off her foot. As she looked back up the thing in the distance had come closer, and closer. When she was able to make out the object, she knew she was in trouble. A shark was coming at her and it looked like it wanted to kill. She cursed under her breath and started swimming away. She was a fast swimmer but the shark was faster. Soon the shark was swimming next to her, and then in front of her. It quickly turned around forcing her to swim back down. And that’s exactly what she did. She kept screaming for help in her head, but she knew no one could help her down there. She swam faster, hoping to outswim the shark