Personal Narrative : The Life Of My Life

Many people are crafted by the events that have had an impact them and made them who they are today. Like me, I have had so many experiences in my life that have made me who I am today, but there is one that defines me and made me how I am overall. The one experience that truly shaped me and made who I am today is an event that happened on my first day in 1st Grade.

Ever since I was little my life has been changed. It all started when I was 8 and woke up to my parents fighting. They were throwing things at each other, calling each other names, and hitting and pushing each other around. I went outside of my room to go to the bathroom and saw my birth mother, Katie, laying in the floor with a pool of blood by her head. As soon as i saw this I went back to my room and pretended that i never saw anything. I tried to go to sleep, but I found that unbearable. The next morning I was getting ready for school and I noticed that my birth mother wasn't there. It was then at the moment that I realized that she was never coming back. I continued on with my day and when i get home later that day my father wanted to

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

I would say distraction was one of the challenges I had to overcome to get where I am today. My friends, relationships, staying up late, watching television or doing something else rather than doing my work, would always back track me even if I thought “I’ll be okay” and just catch back up; it’s not that easy. I use to focus so much on other people in my life, I’d forget about myself and what’s best for me. When I was in the middle school, I would get so distracted by my cell phone, my mom would have a restriction on it so that I couldn’t send or receive text within school hours. Nevertheless, I didn’t understand, but now I see where it could hurt my grades.

My childhood was fun. I got to hangout with family a lot more. I would go over to friends house and play videogames. I would play hide n seek with a group of friends. Life was a lot stressful because school was easier for me and I had less responsibilities.

Growing up life was rough. I came from a broken family, where my biological father who was a Colombian native born but here on papers and had trouble finding employment in Miami. He a some point gave up finding employment that was legal, that he then turned to something illegal and later faced 15 years for money laundering. While my father was doing what he believed was everything at that point possible to take care of my then teenage mother, little brother and I, my mother saw it as an opportunity to pawn my brother and I off to whoever would watch us and go out mingling with a man who later became my step father, once Marshall's got hold of my father and sentenced him. When my father left we lost everything including our mother, even though

“Gotta keep my head held high” Yes, this is a quote from the a Miley Cyrus song. As funny and immature as that may seem, as a ten year old girl going through a struggle that no kid should have to go through, they were words I lived by. Growing up was not as easy for me as it was for many other kids my age, moving from school to school every couple of years made it hard for me to entrust in people and made me believe that anyone wouldnt be more than just someone to talk to for a few years only to leave them behind in my memories. It was routine, it never fazed me that my life was different because I was fairly sociable and never had a problem making friends.

Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.

1.Well I don't really know where to begin with of what I want you to know about me I am currently 17 and I turn 18 in four months which is pretty scary/exciting to be honest. Im like at this point in life where suddenly everything is changing and there is really nothing I can do about it but play along. As for future plans I would like to move to New York city after I graduate and meet new people explore and actually experience real life and be on my own which right now doesn't sound to bad and I feel like I’m ready for “the real world” I mean I have been to over 15 different schools since the 4th grade and I know how people can be and how you just have to be in a way sort of selfish for yourself with your academic life anyways because these

Going through life is not an effortless task for just about everyone, but a huge difference is made when one is guided through it along the way. Growing up, my brother has been a close companion and someone I relied on a surplus amount of times. I was awful at being sociable, attentive, or judicious as a little kid. Even though I still do not have much to show for those categories, I was able to drastically improve off of them thanks to him.

Throughout the cycle of life, everyone passes through obstacles that seem to overrule our lives. However, a key difference is that people with autism have trouble understanding social cues made by other people in life. Those with autism know the struggles and challenges that life can offer for a person. During my life, I have overcome obstacles, but one obstacle that I would be of the utmost proud to have overcome, is completing high school.

It was a warm sunny day in May, and it was almost the end of the school year. Bus 1995 was full of annoying and yelling kids.

Every person has a story to tell. A story filled with adventure, mystery, love, sadness, etc. A story to teach us life long lasting lessons we’ll never forget! Lessons we can learn/take throughout life! Stories that inspire us every day to work harder. To inspire us to take on the hard challenges we face each day. To inspire us to grab on/hold on to our dreams. To believe in our dreams and to achieve our dreams throughout life! To not let anyone bring us down and tell us what we can and can’t do. To be ourselves and not someone we’re not. Many stories have good and bad endings. We remember some stories while others drift away. Stories that have impacted our lives mentally or physically. This is the story of my life, no lies or tricks, this is who I am.

I woke up on the ground bleeding, i can taste the concrete and i can hear someone saying get up you little B*tch. I can hear a huge crowd saying Oooooo he got knocked out, when i come back to reality i hear over the monitor Hunter please report to the principal office. I start walking to the principal's office questioning what he is gonna say or what he is gonna do, i'm scared while i'm holding my jaw. I get to the the principal office, he tells me to sit and tell him what happened. I said that Shawn hit me because the way i was dressed and because i went up to him to introduce myself. The principal Mr.Garcia calles his son Shawn into the office. Him and his friends are waiting out of the office and Mr. Garcia calles him in and asked his son Shawn why he hit me and he said that i started, he said that i went up to him and pushed him and i hit him in the stomach and punched him in the face. Mr.Garcia asked me if it was true and i said no that it's not, Shawn said he has witnesses that saw me hit him. Mr.Garcia said oh yea call them in here and all of his friends came in and told Mr.Garcia that i started it and his son Shawn was sticking up for himself. Mr.Garcia gave me a 2 week detention and let his son off with a warning. I went to detentions and i met some students that are freshmen and were bullied by Shawn and there names are Alex ,John ,Jacob ,Joey ,Lexi, Isabelle, Arianna, Alyssa, i asked the girls did Shawn hit you and they said no it was Emma his girlfriend and i

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.