Personal Narrative: The Maze's Next Divide Branches

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.

I was so excited! I could not stay still in line. It was finally our turn to go we started in this small corn maze. People with scary costumes popped out of the corn and try to scare us. There costumes were so cool they had zombies with bloody all over them. After we got out of the little corn maze we wint into this house. WOW! It was really dark in there and fogy. It look super cool and scary with all the spider webs and spiders. We had to walk through the house to get to the tractor. So we walked, people were popping out from right to left. We finally got out of that dark and foggy house.

This little scene was written as a response to a fanfic meme where NN wished for a scene with the Master, River Song and spanking and FF River Song and something kinky. In effect this is a missing scene from Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life and follows directly after the second chapter, Mid-Term. However, you don’t have to read the fic, just keep in mind that the Master has just told River that if she slaps him one more time she will get a good spanking. Guess what her response to that is?

“And there’s no way out?” I spoke after Newt explained that we were trapped in the glade, and inside those giant walls there was a maze; there was a creature called Griever—at least that’s what they called it, but no one had ever seen one and lived to tell about it because no one has ever survived a night in the maze.

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

My friend Clayton and I went to my aunts Linda’s house. Her and her husband George told me I could ride their golf cart. My uncle then told me how the controls worked. Then he drove with me to see if understood what the controls were. Afterwards, I rode around with Clayton having fun until he said, “I have to use the restroom.”

So I was home and it was late at 8:00 pm me, my brother, and sister were watching the movie “ Maze Runner’’, so we started to watch the movie and we noticed that a door on the tv opened by itself and then we heard a noise that came in the laundry room, so then we paused the movie and my brother and sister were scared so I put the blankets on top of them and got behind the couch and then they took off the covers and I jumped up and said’’ Wanna pickle” and my brother fell off the couch and he hit his head, but my sister smacked my brother in the face with her chancla. So they got mad and so they sat farther than me and I played the movie. Later that day the movie ended and my brother and sister fell asleep, so I went to go grab a bunch

I woke up in a cold sweat. My brother at my side still shaking me yelling “Emily we are going to be late!” I gave him an evil eye and rolled out of bed. I got dressed and ready and got on the bus. My best friend was there reading, like always. “Hey Wendy, what are you reading this time?” I said as I sat down “The Starving Maze” She said proudly. Like most fangirls, she has a crush on a make believe character that is played by someone that lives in Europe, or California, or Canada. In the book she has a crush on ‘Went’ which is short for ‘Wenton’. Anyway, she wishes she could meet this person and marry him. Remember that he is fake, I hope. At school everyone was looking sad, with no joy at all, even though it was the last day of school. I was

Tunnel view can blind anyone too naive to make an attempt to break out of its lies. Focusing on what was just in front of me made it easier and at times although I hate to admit it, it made it enjoyable. It's like I never processed what was going on outside that tunnel of laughter. The tunnel of me being with my friends, staying up late, and doing anything but put my mind at rest. While this might seem to be about me having regretful nights in which I undermined my parents it is not. To be honest that probably would have made it a whole lot easier than the truth. The real story is about my grandma being diagnosed with cancer and while everyone seemed to have lived a different life during it this is my perspective.

My grandpa and I were pretty close. We shared the same birthday, February 27th. From the stories I’ve heard, he kept telling my grandma how his granddaughter was born on his birthday. From the first time he held me, he had a connection to me. We called ourselves special friends. My 6th birthday was one of the greatest we ever shared. My whole family came over to celebrate and we had a tremendous time. It was time to cut the cake. When everyone finished singing he told me to blow out the candles. I asked him to blow them out with me but he explained that it was okay, he had enough birthdays by himself, so I could take over blowing out the candles. “No, this will always be our birthday.” I was six years old at that time but that’s the story my family tells me.

My reading is a different type of reading, with that said I am a different type of reader. As a junior in highschool I started the Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry. That is a series that sparked the inner reader inside me. I moved my reading level up all through the year and finally finished the year with a 11.8 reading level, as a junior I was pleased with that reading score. I came into senior year working on the third book in the Rot & Ruin series, Flesh & Bone. After that book we started book clubs; I read Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay. I didn’t enjoy that book, although it challenged my reading skills. In the book Tatiana De Rosnay had the book bounce around between two different characters. That made the book hard to follow, although I feel the book helped me open up and focus more on the reading. After book clubs came to a conclusion we started in on the adventurous love mess, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This challenging read provoked me to read harder; I took my resources and studied, I tried to get better. Mary Shelley had themes throughout this book, the themes had me really thinking about the text. Pressing forward to the end of first semester and the middle of my Senior year, I now can say I read at a 12.9 level. I am beyond

“Let’s go guys, If you don’t hurry i’m leaving without you!” Mom said. So were walking down and we see the baby in the stroller. While we walk out the phone starts ringing. Mom told us “Stay by the baby.” She runs back inside and answers the phone. 5 minutes later our aunt pulls in the driveway. We all started walking. We go down the very long path. We see a very large dog. When we got up towards the dog we got to pet him.

All throughout my adolescence development there were many moments that had shaped me to become the person that I am to this day. From my humble beginnings in Football to my personal service projects outside of school, life has taught me many lessons. In which case I will illustrate some as I reminisce my highschool career.