Personal Narrative: Typical Day

“BEEP BEEP BEEP.... BEEP BEEP BEEP” , the sound from my alarm clock makes me wake up, I yawn for a long . I turn over, hang my hand, turn off the alarm clock and look at the desk, many papers books on it , last night I studied for all night. Today I will have 5 semester tests and I have to pass the tests! This week will be my last in high school, I’m a senior right now . I Put my feet on the floor, walk so slow to the bathroom , brush my teeth , wash my face and prepare stuffs to go to school. I walk down stairs, very slowly and lightly to make sure that I will not wake anybody up. I put my backpack on the table, check on what I have in refrigerator to make breakfast.

The word normal doesn’t apply to someone that’s terrified to throw a gum wrapper in the trashcan. It was a ten-step journey that could transform my life forever. To step out of my chair and making it back safely as if a demon was chasing me seemed simple to others, but mentally draining for me. In order to accomplish my mission, I thought out the steps in my head.

Looking at the clock, it was 7:40 so I went outside to wait for the bus, locking the door behind me and putting the headphones to my Walkman on. As the bus arrived, I hopped on, gave the driver the money my mom had given me and placing the change into my backpack, figuring I had enough for a Gatorade during practice, nodding to myself in satisfaction, I took my seat and got to school with two minutes to spare before the final bell for first period

Day 1: Today was interesting, I got to sit with Henry at Lunch which was awesome! I could be wrong but I think Henry has a crush on me which is probably why he tells me to go away all the time because he can't handle himself around this sexy body. Other than that life pretty sweet! Also wanna

I sit up on my bed, yawning and stretching as I look at my beeping alarm clock. As I switch it off, I look at the time; the clock says it’s 6:34. Cool. I start walking out of my room and towards the kitchen when I realize I had thirty minutes to get ready for school. Meh, plenty of time.

It’s really hard to try and be a normal, functioning person when you’re constantly reminded of something that happened years ago. It’s hard to even try to make sense of it when your brain blocks out things it doesn’t understand. Did I consent? I don’t think so. Did I say no? I don’t remember. I felt like I said no. I don’t remember. I felt like he pressured me. It didn’t feel good. It hurt. Sometimes I can still feel it happening, which is hard to try and hide when you’re in public and you can feel the pressure of someone who was once there.

The sun is shining through the little holes in the roof of our house when I wake up. Well, I suppose you can't wake up if you didn't sleep. Sleeping was not an option, even considering how exhausted I was from working in the fields yesterday. The nightmares of my brothers reaping day would have been to overwhelming because today is the reaping for the 80th hunger games. This is my fourth reaping so I know what to expect. As I quietly drag myself off my "bed" (hay-stuffed mattress on the floor with a hand made blanket and hay-stuffed pillow) and begin to get dressed when I hear a knock at the front door. The perfectly timed, yet simple: knock, knock, pause, knock lets me know that my best friend is at the door. I hurry to zipper a dress that I received as a "gift" for my first reaping since we couldn't afford a new one. It's a lavender dress that is too short for my still growing "tree legs," as my peers like to call them. The dress cuts low and would show my cleavage if I had more than a size a-cup. After looking quickly in the mirror at my face and hair, I answer the door.

You wake up. A grimace spreads slowly across your sleep-stiffened features as you realize today’s a school day- a Thursday. You’re probably in a bad mood. After all, there’s still twelve hours left until 7th period ends, two days left until the weekend, 8 months left until summer vacation, 5 years left until college, 50 years left until retirement.

That day will remain etched vividly in my mind forever. It was a hot and humid day. We were playing up that weekend and our first game was on field four against the dominant pleasant hill billies. On the ride there my dad gave me a wonderful pep talk, he told me to not to screw up and that he wasn't going to let me play if I didn't do well, it wasn't anything new so I didn't let it affect me too much.

I never thought the viewpoint on someone I love, would change so fast. When I was ten I was just having a normal day, I woke up, went to school, learned a bunch of stuff and then came home. My brother, Whyatte, came up to me and told me “Dad had an accident we have to go to the hospital.”

Considering the fact that I’ve had a four day weekend. I’ve been through alot those past four days. Friday I missed school because my granddad's funeral was held on that day. I never really got to know my grandad that well because my mom just find out he was her day last year. But the little moments I did spend with him will always be cherished.

I wake up super tired at 6:20 am and stumble in to my bathroom, shower, brush my teeth, do my makeup and get dressed. Later I pack my lunsj and drive to school with my host mom, and my two host sisters.

I wake up just enough to roll over. As I do so, the annoying, repetitive sound of my alarm clock fills my ears. I groan and roll myself out of bed. I trudge over to my dresser and turn the alarm off. I don 't feel like going to school today, especially since I know that Dad will be calling Mom while I 'm gone.

Waking up bright and early to the start of September was absolute hell. It was time for school to start and I wasn't ready in the slightest. So here I am, up at 6 am on a Monday. I guess I’ve always been an early riser, but I don't like waking up this early. Starting my day for the next nine months will be extremely difficult.

I was seven years old when it happened. At first, it felt like nothing, a bump in the knee or an insignificant scrape. But that all changed when I looked down at my leg. I was unaware that the events of the day would show that following your instincts is usually the way to go.