Personal Narrative: The Unusuals

Cerberus was a three-headed dog that guarded the entrance of the Underworld, allowing the dead to enter but letting none out. He was the son of Typhon and Echidna. Apart from his three heads, he also had a serpent's tail, a mane of snakes and the claws of a lion.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

It was easier for Richard to articulate the details of the planned meeting in a direct, businesslike tone, as that allowed concrete action to focus on, and push his emotions aside. As much, if not more, for his own sake, than for Lexi's, as the Hacker wasn't certain that if she responded to any despondency on his behalf, with her own, he'd be able to deal with it, and despite his feelings, it all must be so much worse for her. It wasn't Richard who'd risked placing the drive in her Father's home network, nor was it him who'd been whisked to LA with no explanation, confronted by Karl William's, and imprisoned in her room, uncertain of what was to come or whether Richard would arrive in time to whisk her away.

The word ‘weird’ to me is how people talk about one another or certain objects as strange or not fitting the mold that they think or believe to normal. I chose this word because I believe being known as being weird is a somewhat mean way to say that someone is different from someone else. There are times where I think the word ‘weird’ is a completely accurate description of me, but then there are times it's not even close to describing me. The people who call me ‘weird’ use it as an insult and try to put me down. These people forget that being ‘normal’ is not exactly a good thing either.

“Well….” I replied, unsure what to say. I gave her the look that said ‘I know what you're doing.’

“To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.” Throughout my life, I have been blessed with two individuals who were the world to me and have inspired me to be a person whose daily mission is to make a child’s day better. Both of these inspiring women loved children, and when I was a child, they made me feel like I was important each and every day. They made my heart feel whole and my face smile endlessly.

THREE;if someone bump her but does not mean to it's like she gets all angry like she want to kill that person that bump her. Every time I see her she’s always by herself just looking at people sometimes I be wanting to ask her stuff or just whole a simple conversation but I doubt if she remembers who I am anymore or she might go crazy so I just leave her alone. I could honestly say I really and truly will never understand why she acts like that maybe she might like being the way she is

In the world we live we diy everything we believe in we can see and the only thing that exist are human well that's not one hundred percent true you see for people they don't what to believe that there somthing out there that is more powerful than them but you see there's a whole new world that human don't even know about and we like it that way but hey we're getting there but at this point you're probably wondering who is this crazy girl well i'm lexi but and i'm about 5’6 with long all the way passed my but red hare and not bright red like a dark red i have icey sole piercing eyes and i'm an agale and no not from heaven you see i'm a gradin well a garden in training but we have wings like an angel but are job is to keep all the supernatural

Introspection and ponderance devolved into a turbulence of chaos as the world around me was drowned out by a loud rhythmic beating, saturating the very essence of my reality. My body yearned for stimulus and motility as my restraint teetered on the cusp of failure. All sense of time was lost and what seemed like an aeon was a mere thirty-minutes. I emerged from the MRI room with a sense of confidence and optimism, but I would be dishonest to say that I was not consumed with the anxiety of anticipation.

The dance that was most aesthetically pleasing to me was the dance titled “A Voice.” This dance had a combination of both single-unit and multi-unit movements. It was very appealing to watch. It was interesting to see how they originally started with two people dancing together, with one left out, to a different combination, to a different one. This dance was the one that let me leave the whole show with a smile. I could not believe the chemistry that all of the performers had during that dance. It dragged me into the story that they were portraying. The performance had an aura that I just could not get over. It was obviously the dance of the night for me.

“You’re going to think I’m an idiot,” you sighed, wincing a bit, due to knowing what was coming.

“What is it? What did I do?” He titled his head slightly, making him look like a bewildered puppy.

“A dog? I love dogs!” Minho beamed. You wouldn’t of thought he had killed a man (or two) before, would you.

“No.” The puppy eyes didn’t have the slightest effect on him? What kind of monster is he?

“It’s beautiful,” I gasped. I couldn’t believe my eyes; if I thought I was a princess