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.’

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

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.

Waking up to nothing seemed to be my daily routine. No one cared about me and honestly I didn't care for anyone either. My mom did her usual invitation to breakfast playing the part of a caring mother but I can see through it . I get dressed and put on my usual locket my grandmother gave me before passing away, the only person who I felt love for, that is if it existed she was the closest thing to it. It was a beautiful silver heart with beautiful tiny colorful diamonds inside , she said to me as she pressed it in my hands, “ Raina you're more than what you are set to believe your are, great things are waiting for you.” She always knew what to say even if I didn't believe it I felt better with her warm soft words.

“Alright, alright let’s go, before I decide I want to finish my book” Annabeth said with an overdramatic

“Well I can’t say he was the smartest kid. ‘Prolly one of the dumbest we’ve had on this ranch,” Uncle Arlo chuckled, voice absent of affinity.“Still a shame. We coulda gotten some good dough at the market for the coat. Not even the heart can be recovered, those darn wolves chow on everything. Well, maybe we can hunt one to make up the missed profit with the hide. I heard the Chinese been buyin’ em up like hotcakes.”

The owner sighed out in frustration and walk towards the couch to go get the dog. "Oh shi-I 'm creamed!" I started to panic in my head

Feeling badly about his dog’s actions Ken said, “I’m so sorry I don’t know what happens to him when he comes by here.” Finally, he was able to get the collar on the dog, but he continued trying to get him out of the backyard.

“It is not that hard Amaiya, just go out there confidently and show them what you got.” I assured myself. I then took a deep breath and finished getting ready. I walked downstairs slowly plaguing my

"We're security. We we're checking up the roofs to see if everything was secure. No need to worry here."