Personal Narrative : The Worst Day Of My Life

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

My dad was a considerably strong sergeant in his time. During the Vietnam War, his last battle, he was taking cover behind an old abandoned shed when someone came around from behind and shot him four times in the back. Worst news ever, but worst of all was the month after when I received word that my mom was struck in an explosion and that she might not make it. I held out hope till the final word but deep down inside I knew that I wasn’t gonna see her again besides in her grave. After all the pain and anguish I was feeling, I knew I had to come back to reality and find a way to survive as a thirteen year old girl in a cold and bitter war zone.

Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.

A few days had gone bye after my dad had left. It was getting cold outside and we didn’t have much clothing because it was hard to afford clothes since my dad left. My mom started to work two jobs. Yet she still could not offered clothing for all four of us. My brother and I were going to help out by getting a job at a store. We worked everyday after school we worked for about five hours a day. It was a tiring job we had to carry boxes fool of supplies from place to place. We didn’t get paid much but it still helped. Around christmas time we had bought small gifts for our family. My dad had written to us and sent small gifts. I always wrote to him and he had told me about U-boats thats could attack ships from underwater.

We lived in the ghettos for all of 2 weeks before we were taken to a camp. My family was split up so my mother, my sister, and I were together and my Father was alone. The work camps were terrible they forced us into hard labor my mother and I knew how to sew so we were put into a work group to sew up soldiers uniforms. I ber one day my mother pricked her finger and got blood on one of the uniforms she was beaten by an S.S officer and yelled at continually. If I ever made a mistake or did something wrong my mother would take the beating for me. I objected every time but she would never let anything happen to me. My older sister was not good at sewing but luckily was put near us she helped cook for everyone in the camp. I will always remember the day of the selection my mother was not chosen but I was my mother tried to talk me into believing that getting picked this time was good and that we needed to say goodbye because she was leaving. I knew the truth though. The next day an officer called out the names of the chosen people my name was called. We were told we were going to take a shower. When they stopped us we were in a big room I did not see any shower heads “Gas chamber” I heard someone mumble. I knew my last breath was going to be soon. All at once gaas entered the room coughing came from all around. I said my last goodbye and said a silent Kaddish for myself and the people I was with. I then took my final breath while many

One month later my mom and I are standing in the living room playing with my little brother James when someone knocks on our door. My mom hustles to the door to see who it was. The person standing at the door introduced himself to us and said his name is Ted. Mother asked him why he was here and he said, “I’m sorry to tell you this but we got a report that your husband and son died at war.” At that moment all my hope was lost, and it felt like my life was over and it hasn’t even begun. My mom fell to her knees and started bawling her eyes out. I rushed down there to comfort her, and we just sat there for a little bit in the agony of knowing that part of our lives is gone and we have no choice about it.

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

Realizing my life had become unmanageable took place some time before coming to CityTeam. I was living day-to-day in my addiction, not caring about anything or anyone. Stealing was a daily task for me at this time; honest work was not an option. I was unable to keep a job because, no matter what, the drugs came first. Stealing, cheating and lying became all I knew of how to survive.

I stood on the porch just thinking about my mother, oh how I miss my mother. If I could just see her one more time I would have so much to tell her. All I have left was my sister and my father, I'm just thinking about how much love I need to show them; because no one knows how much time we have left her on the earth. At the time, looking back on my mother and all she did for me, I honestly believe that she was the only person in my life that gave me joy and happiness. During the war the only thing I could ever thing of, the only thing that keep me sane was my mother. While being sorrowful on the porch, the door opens and I see my sister standing there crying. She runs at me a leaps into my arms crying, she tells me “its been to long brother”. I tell her that crying will only make me cry. At that moment my father walks throw the door and gives both my sister and I the biggest most immense hug. After maybe ten minutes of hugging the the porch we head inside and I got to take a shower and get ice for my head trying to relieve the

Especially when my plans were to be on good terms before closing the chapter on us.

Yesterday, The great war ended. Thousands of men came home, but my dad didn’t. My mom is in the factory so she isn’t here to join me. School is out to celebrate the war ending; that’s why I am here, in Fairhope, Alabama, at the docks watching the men come home. I Couldn't bear it any more, so I walked home. I got home and turned on the radio. As soon as it came on, Woodrow Wilson was giving a speech to welcome all the men home. As I listened, I had a flashback to the year that we were in the war. My dad received a letter that he had been drafted into the United States Military. He had three days to be At the docks. He kissed me and my mother, and off he went. It wasn’t a week later, my mom had to go work in the cotton mill.

The moment I hear the quote “I the worst of all” for the first time, it suddenly became part of me. It was a magical bonding between the words and my life, it felt like I have been waiting my whole life, for example, Juana been a woman was forced to listen to society’s norms. I found myself very connected in the same way, many times, religion and society dictates what to do with your life, in many cases you cannot be who you really are because of fear, a fear that slaves you. Like Juana, I was an outcast; my sexual preferences made me a target of vicious comments; that did not stop me to become the person I am now. With her own blood she sealed her faith and force herself to no longer enjoy what she really care so much. My faith was sealed

Jasmine has always known that life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that all her hard work keeping a home wasn't appreciated. It wasn't fair that none of that time counted as "experience," but she was desperate so she had to take whatever there was. Stepping off the bus, she reminded herself that life didn't have to be fair, but it did have to be survived. As soon as she laid eyes on the handsome man who answered the door, she remembered something she'd suppressed for a long time: life had it's sunny moments as well.

This old desk won’t look like much to most. It’s old, scratched up, and out of style. To me, it’s everything I remember about my Grandmother, who has passed, and my Grandfather, who will outlive us all. Every drawer in this desk had a purpose, no junk drawers here. Pens, paper and other office necessities in the center drawer, unpaid bills in the top left drawer, envelopes and stamps in the top right drawer, important documents in the center drawers, saved greeting cards in the left bottom drawer, and after I gave birth to Mikhail, some of Mikhail’s favorite toys in the bottom left hand drawer (just to make sure he could always get to them). Since I was 15 and until they moved from California, with the addition of Mikhail’s drawer, the

Hey its me Gabriel and I'm in San Francisco California, I bet your thinking wait but didn't you get deported and yes I would have if I hadn't done what I did what did I do you ask well lets find out. So after the fight with Mr.Diaz I decided that something needed to be done so that's when I decided to put my plan into motion. You see I had already come up with a plan and now i'm gonna use it. Right I'm in that crooked Diaz's garage i'm planning on getting some cutting tools so when he leaves at the end of the work day he won't be able to brake and crash. It's the end of the day I've already cut his brakes so know to go see where he