Personal Narrative : The Life Of My Life

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

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

Since early childhood, I have been focused on improving my life despite the many difficult physical challenges I have endured. Thus, my struggles and journey have become the story of my success, ultimately leading me to pursue as a leader through a health care profession. I was born and grew up in the small village of Alamata, Ethiopia. I lost the use of my legs when I was one-year-old. My aunt was climbing a tree with me on her back when I fell to the ground. My father was seriously ill at the time of my fall, so that his care became the family's medical priority. I got no medical care after my fall. The belief was that if I did not live, my father would be able to father another son when he got well. My father did regain his good health,

Tim sat on my bed with just his boxers on later that night. His chest looked delicate, pale and his collarbone thicker than usual. “You're not doing this vegetarian thing for me, right?”

I was shocked. I had never experienced something this horrific. I began to think that our life as a family would be over, due to the stress, heartbreak, and sadness our family would go through in the years to come. I went online and searched spinal defect and regretfully clicked on the images, I began to ball in the waiting room. I ran straight passed my dad and went to the restroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror for a while. I than began to think about how my mom would feel in this situation if I was crying she must have wanted to die. I jolted out the restroom and asked my dad what room my mom was in. He told me and I began to run towards the room, many of the nurses told me to stop running, but I ignored all of them. While

Boom! Boom! Boom! It was the fourth of July as I sit in my back yard looking at the fireworks, my brothers and sister all outside with me were having fun. It had me thinking about my life and thinking why I couldn’t be happy and why my parents couldn’t just be there for me when I needed them the most…things were about to get very bad and hard for me. I can just feel my life is about to go through a downfall and I just wonder will I be able to get through it.

Behind my surgically corrected smile, there is another story: a story of pain, suffering, and prosperity. In my earlier years, I had what some may call a perfect life. I had a mother and father who loved me, a sister who adored me, and a 2-story house, with my own playground set, which I found absolutely spectacular. On Molly Sue Lane, some of my greatest memories were formed. I remember my Strawberry Shortcake birthday party in the pool house, playing hide-and-seek when my dad came home, (or when I got in trouble) and putting out milk in an attempt to catch the adorable rabbits that would always find themselves in my backyard. I loved learning, especially since I was homeschooled by my mom. My favorite part was the luxury to wake up

Two bedrooms, two bathroom apartment in Hollywood, California, I was living the life some people dream of. My school was in the Hollywood Hills on Laurel Canyon road, and it was like driving into the forest with tall trees on both sides of the narrow winding road, which made me think the bus drivers had excellent skill. The name of my school was Wonderland Avenue Elementary and it has a fence that was three chain links high so the mountain lions didn't terrorize us while we were at school. It was so cold in the mornings that the playground would freeze over and my friends and I would slide on the ice. This was no private school, but it certainly could have been with all the money it was funded through from the parents. I went to school with millionaire's children. My friend's houses looked like castles, they were so grand and lavish with modern appliances and granite countertops and had pools with waterfalls. I loved it, it was like going to a resort when I slept over.

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 step out of my apartment and turn to lock my cherry red door. As the key slides in, I hear the palm trees smack the side of the building. They should really move those, or at least cut them, I thought . I jiggle the handle to make sure it is locked: We don’t want a repeat of what happened last Christmas. I grab my key out of the lock and turn into the sunlight. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in and feel the salty ocean air fill my lungs. I love San Diego so much. I love everything about it, the constant sun, the beautiful beaches, the beautifully green palm trees, and the fact that it’s so far from where I came from. It’s a place that I ran to when I needed it. I was five at the time when it happened. My dad had been out drinking with his friends and had come home upset. My mom greeted him at the door and he just got mad, for no reason, and he hit her. They started yelling. He hit her again. Then he pulled out his gun. There was a shot, then my mom dropped to the floor. I can still hear his feet pounding on the pavement as he ran. I had to get away from that. And there was no family I could run to. Maybe that’s what compelled me to change my name from Abigail to Raven, and find somewhere new to live. Somewhere beautiful, somewhere peaceful, anywhere. I turn and face the shoreline. The ocean is a beautiful teal with hints of blue and silver. Truly magical. But the ocean will have to wait till after work. I pick up my bag and walk down the sidewalk, aimed toward the

My story began like most in America. I was born to very Christian loving parents who were hardworking, family oriented people. My father was a military man, my mother worked odd jobs and was a homemaker. My young life started with turmoil due to my early childhood diagnosis of Dyslexia. I was hyperactive and was required to take medication and attend special education classes. My attitude towards learning was compromised because it was a constant struggle. My parents did all they could to help me along. We were a military family and I spent years overseas while my father served in the United States Army.

Lucas Jaxon Emmerling. From the day I was born I had a forever friend, a best friend. What I didn’t know about my inseparable pal, was that he would be ripped out of my life at the age of 5. I never knew the true feeling of loneliness until he left my life. Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t he read one more bedtime story? Couldn’t I have gotten one last “teddy” squeeze?

Hi, I’m Jake, a seventeen-year-old boy with a lot of things left to see in life. Unfortunately, I died.

My mom and dad know questions ask put us in the car and started driving, they didn't even wait for us to put are seat belts on. We asked repeatedly “Where are we going” or “Are we there yet.” Finally mom had it and just yelled “Shut up!” To both of us from then on it was a long quiet car ride. When we finally stopped they opened the door we crawled out, When we look back the car was half way down the road we were alone.

In order to break out of the inner shell of what I called a boring life, I needed that one event or activity to change my life forever. Whether it was conducting with an instrument or participating in some sort of activity, I wanted it to have an impact or fuel some kind of passion that it will leave on my life. That came to me in the beginning of my high school career when playing tennis. Tennis changed my world and flipped it to a complete one eighty because it encouraged me to make new friends and work hard.