Personal Narrative: Twelver Primes

Most who lived in the Zones were Twelvers, but some, like Dad and Welita, refused to convert. They followed the Laws, and like the Henderson Originals, were allowed to live under Twelver protection in the safety of a Zone.

I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.

We played a soccer game yesterday against Buhler, we beat them 5-1 our first win of the season. Unfortunately I got injured within like 5 minutes of the game, I sprained my ankle and it hurt really bad so I had to go out of the game for a little bit so the coach could wrap my ankle. After about 5 minutes of walking on it I started getting used to the pain. So the coach asked me if I was good to play, so I said yes. I ended up going back in with about 30 minutes left, so when I went back in coach put me as the striker which is the attacking position. Their team wasn’t so good so I ended up running a bunch because I’m fast and can produce chances. I got a couple of chances to score but didn’t get a goal, Juan Castillo got a goal and that basically ended the half. At half

The span of this narrative takes place Thirty years prior to current time, in Two Thousand and Seventeen. At the time I was a young and well educated Osteopathic surgeon, however I had quite little experience with the field as the majority of patients came for infections in the foot rather than bone and muscle pain. I remember I had a child patient on the first week of 2017, a young man no older than 5 with a horrid infection within his big toe due to the digging of the nail. But nitrogen wasn’t able to fix it, so he had to have a quarter of his foot removed in an unnecessarily long procedure. This wasn't the first time this had happened, however I had grown tired of infection. Only people who deserved a bad condition should have it.

Would you ever do something that you weren't supposed to do but you still did it to honor your orders? That what happened with the “Six Hundred”. They rode on horseback into “The Valley of Death” for a half league. They were obeying a command to charge the enemy forces that seized their guns. Even though it wasn't their post they were obeying orders and they went on with the battle.

12 hours. At the time, it seems like such a long trip. 12 hours on the road. Little did I know that in those twelve hours I would come to place that would change my outlook on life.

My hands shake as I take the wheel, desperately trying to force the key into the ignition. I scratch the metal once, twice, before it finally catches, and the engine comes alive. It coughs out a gravelly sputter, and I click my seat belt into place. I peel out of the driveway, my empty stomach jostled by the bumpy curb, and speed onto the otherwise calm street. I have never been one for the rules, so at a pace far above the legal limit, I head for the haven I know will give the sustenance I need. My stomach lets out another rumbling growl, and my mind flies back to the dinner I know I should have eaten.

A significant compromise that I have made would be deciding to forgive my mother for kicking me out in order to live with her again. When I was about 15 years old, me and my mother got into an argument that ended with her dropping me off at my grandmother's door and driving off. I was upset and just asked my grandmother if I could stay, she would do this a lot so I assumed that she was not serious. About a week later she brought over my bed and my clothes. I had realized that she was serious and did not want me back home. A few months later I found a stray dog being thrown off a car in the freeway so I decided to get it. My aunt, who I was also living with, told me that there were no dogs allowed at her home so we drove to PetSmart. They were

I am a first generation child to have been born in my family, the first generation who is about to graduate high school and the first generation to go to a college and succeed in life.

This 4th bimestre I learnes things that make me grow up. Yes, it was difficult because at the middle of the bimestre we had our Spring Brake, but it was good for us because now we come back with all of our energy. I had a few goals at the begining of the bimestre, and now that I am finishing the nimester I can see that I finaly succeed all of my goals.

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.

“Ten minutes! How am I going to get back in ten minutes?” I panicked. My perfect plan was falling apart and I did not know what to do, so I decided to take a dimly-lit shortcut home, hoping that I would make it there before they did.

To cope with the absence of my shoulder and biggest source of joy and love I drove. I drove for miles and sang and listened. As I drove to soothe my sorrow I travelled over the asphalt of Main Street, crossing the scarcely used train tracks adjacent to the quick shop that crushed me for the second time that week. My body jolted into an automatic panic mode, this was my nightmare.

Fingers laced ten-and-two around the steering wheel, a familiar melody made its way through the speakers. As I drove down the familiar road my mind wandered, yet my tires moved steady on the asphalt. Moments passed, and a cool breeze through the open windows brought me back to reality. However, the reality was not what I was prepared for. My foot felt like lead hitting the brakes, and so did my heart hitting my stomach. My Ford Focus was no match for the white SUV that pulled out in front of me. The man in the vehicle opposite to me seemed paralyzed by fear, because he looked at me but did not move. Almost involuntarily, my hands jerked the steering wheel to the left, causing me to miss his vehicle by a foot. The sound of metal against metal sent a chill through my spine, and the road sign I hit flew across the road. My engine stopped, along with my train of thought, and my whole world felt as if I were trapped in a snow globe that had just been shaken. The overwhelming scent of burning rubber, and the churning under my hood brought me back to the present. Although my car suffered, I knew my split-second decision saved not only my life, but the stranger that couldn’t seem to wait to turn.

I glanced down at the long screeds of names that required my help, next on the list was Phyllis. My stomach instantly lurched at the memory of my last visitation. My hands gripped tighter onto the steering wheel, my nails digging into the soft leather leaving an impression that would last. As I pressed my foot down on the accelerator my mind whirred as I struggled to wrestle with the emotions that where brimming within me and threatening to overflow. Pictures of the scene flew before my eyes, distracting me and occupying my every thought. The dread swallowed me whole, clouding my mind. The sea of emotion was drowning me, suffocating me as I tried to regain control. I stamped on the break. I was jolted back to the present as my car ground