Personal Narrative: The Taste Of Sugar

On the way home I thought about asking Soda about my essay. I knew Soda would tell me that “it was perfect and that I was so smart”, Darry would say “it needs more information”. When I walked into the house Soda had a weed and a letter in his hand, I thought to myself “It’s very strange for Soda to smoke.” He only smokes when he needs to calm his nerves. When i looked at his face closer he looked happy but mad. I asked “What’s wrong.” He didn’t reply, so I sat down next to him and the letter was from Sandy! The letter said “ Hello Soda i’ve missed you.” “There is something very important that i should have told you a long time ago.” “ I lied when I found out that I was pregnant I was so happy but, I thought that it would hold you back from being you.” That’s when I decided to move to Florida. “ I made you believe that the baby was someone else’s when it’s actually yours.” Right now your baby girl is five months old.” “ Soda i’m really sorry for any pain I caused but, if you want to see her I will give you the money for you and your brothers to come see her.” “ From Sandy.” Soda quickly crumbled up the paper and ran out the door. Shortly after that Darry was home from school.

Anxiously waiting in my seat at the Harry Potter Premier, I tasted the rainbow for the first time. As Harry, Hermine and Ron tackled their year at Hogwarts, I enjoyed an explosion of sweet, juicy favors inside of my mouth. I had found my pot of gold. It was like snape had sent Wrigley’s a magic potion and I was under their colorful spell. Never would I watch another quidditch match without a magical packet of delight.

Did you know cooking Kale doesn't get rid of any of its nutritional value. Kind of like me, no matter what happens I will always be me. In five words I would say that I’m shy, comical, athletic, intelligent, and weird in a good sort of way. My favorite color is sky blue. Not too intense but still colorful. I have a pretty casual style. I don’t go all out and style my hair and put on a really nice shirt but I probably won’t wear basketball shorts or sweats every time I go outside. I you see me you will see my blond hair, blue eyes, and me wearing jeans or some nice shorts with a t-shirt. I have a few pet peeves. First is when stuff is really unorganized, also when people try to be cool. Why can't they just be their self? My favorite type of food

First, it was tiny, innocuous ants. Hard, black beads, that bit and fumbled. Next, were the leadened flies. Fat, sedate creatures, barely kept aloft, as they swayed to-and-fro from their gluttonous, foul feasts. Soon, their buzzing grew louder, more alarming. No longer the lazy fly, but the overzealous bee, spinning on fountains, never ending streams of sticky sweet syrup. Each pestilence beyond that, grew ever larger, more insidious, until they darkened her very sight.

I weighed out 150 milliliters of potassium chlorate and presented it to my partner. She looked as frightened as the Disney corporation when Miley Cyrus performed her song "Party in the USA". "Christy... I..I.." she stuttered. "You'll do fine." I interrupted. We were being directly watched by a group of fifteen people and indirectly by a group of twenty-five. She wanted me to light the Bunsen burner, but my good thumb was jammed because of volleyball tryouts from the previous week. Instead, I offered her a smile stuffed with motivation and reassurance. Luckily, she took it and used it as energy to complete our experiment. She ignited the Bunsen burner while I scooped the crystalline solid in a tube and fixed the tube over a flame. We awaited for the potassium chlorate to liquefy and

My childhood tasted luscious syrupy the pancakes with the butter.I also have tasted the sourness of the candy that had sweetness to it for i was eating sour patch kids.I also had one that the taste was sour the kind of sour that makes you a funny face this was the taste of sour skittles.The delicious apple pie the sweet taste the gooeyness of the filling.The strawberry wafers the the taste was not like strawberry but something different.The peanut butter cookies the taste so similar to the ones that come in the plastic jar.The sweet taste of the chocolate shell and the chewy peanut butter in the inside the M&M’s.The bitter taste of the medicine the taste sour horrible you want to spit back out the taste is something that is hard to describe.The

Well you had better sense than I did. I was up until midnight after getting home from work and leaving right back out to take Bryce to Trick a Treat for the first time.

I sit exhausted as I stir my morning coffee. I guess watching pointless amounts of late night infomercials didn’t really do anything for my health. I spilled some grains of sugar on the table and stuck one of the little specks to my finger. I sat for a second, but then I realized how insignificant one single grain of sugar really is. One grain of sugar couldn’t do anything at all to my coffee, and as a matter of fact if this particular grain did not exist it wouldn't really matter.

Please tell me again Why do I keep coming back I don't wanna do this anymore Coming back to you is like ecstasy One taste and I want more Let me take a breath I am ready to let you go You are bad for me But I always ask for more I get lost in the deep You are the only drug I need

Over the course of two days, my kitchen and I worked together to create brownie cookies. The first day consisted of gathering the ingredients, mixing them, and storing them in the refrigerator. The second day was dropping the dough onto cookie sheets and baking them. When the cookies were ready, they were small with cracks on the top layer and moist chocolate seeping from the core. Obviously the cookies were brown due to the amount of cocoa in the cookies. The brownie cookies looked exactly as Ms. Ruela had told us and they smelled deliciously of chocolate.

During the sugar experiment, my eyes were opened to how much sugar is in the foods I eat every day. My family is lactose intolerant, food preservative sensitive and I personally do not eat beef or pork of health reason, so going sugar-free was a little easier than expected. However, due to all the food restrictions, many of my substitutes had some form of sugar in them. For example, the sweetened almond milk as a substitute contained added sugar. Throughout the day, I realized exactly how much sugar I put into my body with my regular eating habits.

The Lessons was hot, addicting and oh so sweet. When I started this book I had to expectations, I was just hoping for a good book. Oh boy did I get a good book, more than good actually. I was hooked from the first page, I was addicted and couldn’t put the book down. This book was so damn hot, I couldn’t help but read through every page with excitement. I loved it.

Today I decided to take Vesper to a quaint little candy shop called Sugar Rush. (Idk if this is an actual candy store but I don't own it if it is.)

It was a warm, sunny day at Predator Hill High School. Bees were buzzing, and the wind was softly swaying the lime colored grass. A light coat of dew coated the grasses, like a cozy blanket as bugs bustled to gather food for the day. The roadside grass swayed harshly as cars wooshed by, as they were hurriedly dropping off students for school. Marmalade stepped out of her car along with her sister, Blackberry, and together they waved goodbye to their mother, and headed inside for another long school day on this new year. Marmalade is a true sweetheart, she cares, loves, and helps anyone who is willing to let her. Her soft, fuzzy purple and lavender coat brushed up against her sister’s dark black and navy blue coat. Blackberry, more known

“In my life I did something I knew was wrong.”I remember it like it was yesterday.”I stole a candy bar at a gas station.”I can’t really remember what kind of candy bar it was It was either a sneakers or a three musketeers.”I thought I was going to be arrested!”It was when my mom was getting her car worked on it was a 97’ Buick,and she was getting her air filter changed.