Personal Narrative-The Locker

Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, you shuffled over to the opening and frowned. It was dark and you could just barely make out a doorway to what was most likely another room. What really threw you off guard was how nicely the doorway was carved. An intricate pattern wove itself around the exit. Did that mean… someone else was here? At the thought of possibly being able to get out of here with the help of another person made you scurry over to the patterned doorway with little hesitation. The sleeves of your two-sizes-too-big sweater fell down to wrap loosely around your forearms when you reach over and grabbed the wall to peak around into the next area.

“You ought to go to a boys' school sometime. Try it sometime,” I said. “It's full of

In front of them was a large room with a bunk bed, a desk, a bulletin board, a briefcase, and a closet. A vault stood in the back corner.

I could feel my hands begin to sweat, my heart is thumping out of my chest and it was only the third lock. I had half a mind to run out of the building, they could find another

I ripped the front door open and ran to my room, thankful that my brother Travis didn't make a surprise visit today. I rifled through my dresser, looking for my silver savior. I found what I was looking for and ripped off my jacket and backpack, and tossed them behind me. My jeans went next, the thoughts racing through my head almost unbearable.

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing a notebook from his locker; maybe he wasn’t the only one experiencing weird paranoid episodes, maybe other people were too. My mind continued in thought as he made his way through the crowded halls when he stopped. Standing, staring straight up at me was three pairs of eager eyes smiling back at me. It’s the pink and purple girls, he

The door was devilishly simple, but I knew the kind of security that I would actually be dealing with. For instance, I knew I couldn’t even touch the door without

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.

As I walked through the halls back to my dorm,I tried to open a door but if was locked from the outside.

He then said ”You the one that doesn’t want to go in without your friends.”

My new responsibitly that I had to get down was getting into my locker. I moved from elementry to middle school so now I have a locker. The first day of school I could not get it down. So I was late to class. After second period I finially got it down on my own. The first few weeks were hard but finially got easy. I few months had passed now and my locker looked like a tornado had went through it. So one time in between class i got everything out of my locker and cleaned it . it then looked good and was ready for my next class but although i was late.

It was a pleasurable day, striding down the hall in an enjoyable mood, but soon will be not. It was the very first basketball practice of the year, and I got to walk through the gym to get to practice. There were always a lot of people in the gym, so it's not easy to steer through. Lucky for me though, there were another set of doors at the end of the hallway, that would enter at the other side of the gym, and just walk straight. I thought I could just use the other doors to make it easier, when I was trying to get to practice. The gym was very crowded, so I tried using the other doors, but then got locked out.

In sixth grade was your locker difficult to open? Opening lockers can be very troublesome, especially if it's your first time.