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.

“I think I just need to sleep on it. Good night.” I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I laid in bed tossing and turning,

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

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

"Tired, buddy?" I asked as I left a light kiss on his head. He nodded before wrapping one of his arms around me. I smiled before leaning back and grabbing the blankets and covering us up.

She is determined to postpone that as much as possible. Without word, she walked back upstairs,

As my grandfather tucked me in, he asked me about my day and all the things I

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.

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.

“Hey, Allyson,” she called as she shook my shoulders, “it would be nice if you woke up, so I could take a nap.”

An event that helped shape who I am today was when I went on a vacation to Vietnam. One day I went to a temple with my family and cousins. My family and I were walking around the temple, and the scenery was very beautiful. I really admired how peaceful and nice the temple was, everyone here was kind to one another. We were about to leave, and saw many kids trying to sell lottery tickets to visitors. I felt really sad because my parents told me that kids in this country had to work. Children that have to work at a young age usually come from really poor families. They were all wearing really worn clothes. Once we left the temple, I thought a lot about how people from poor countries live throughout the world. I did some research and learned that the government in the poor countries don’t care about how their citizens are living, they only care about how rich they are.

“To bright, going sleep” Fred said sleepy like, as Fred was curling back up into a little ball Carol stoped him before he fell

My father and I used to play a game together. Every morning, when I was 3, as the sun would rise, he would come into my room and knock on the side table of my bed. I would always pretend to be asleep until he knocked, and then I would jump into my father’s arms. We called our little game “Knock, knock” and played it every single day. However, one day, the knocks stopped coming. My father was no-where. I was fatherless.

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.

I nodded and pulled the thin blanket towards my face. I turned to my right side and closed my eyes.