Personal Narrative-Ventus

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing a notebook from his locker; maybe he wasn’t the only one experiencing weird paranoid episodes, maybe other people were too. My mind continued in thought as he made his way through the crowded halls when he stopped. Standing, staring straight up at me was three pairs of eager eyes smiling back at me. It’s the pink and purple girls, he

“Oh, your presence here is not intrusion at all. We would be delighted to have you visit our village.” She says, gesturing to 2 extra beasts beside us. “We could escort you to our village, where you would stay throughout your visit here in Bavin.”

“You and me both sweetheart.” Something or someone across the hallway caught her eye and she lifted her hand in a dainty wave. “See you at dinner okay chou-chou? I have to show Deanna the new additions to the gardens.”

I heard a crash and a boom downstairs and paused my horror movies I did not think anything about it at first so I went downstairs and when I saw a shadowy figure dart across the kitchen I freaked out and tried to keep myself calm as my heart was racing then I ran upstairs as fast as I could.

Opening the link, I was hit with instant nostalgia, memories of my grandfather calling me to the living room, rambling about a man with no limbs. I remember sitting there with him, smiling as a result of my grandfather being passionate about Nick and his seminars, tuning in time to time, listening to the voice over translation in spanish. At the time, I didn't fully understand what my grandfather meant when he said he was an inspiration and how he gives hope to others, as I was a relatively cheerful (snobby for the lack of a better word) pre-teen. I went along with it, hoping to somehow get out of watching this man as it was translated in Spanish and it took quite the effort for me to piece the words and sentences together.

You blushed and took the flower from him and placed it in the glass vase already filled with 8 different types of flowers. “Thank you,” you smiled timidly.

One beautiful, sunny day, I was riding my bike in the backyard of my house. The supporting wheels of my bike made a pitiful noise. So I wanted to ride my bike without supporting wheels for two reasons. The first reason was off course that the supporting wheels made a terrible noise. The other reason was that all my friends could ride their bikes without supporting wheels.

After that, we stopped talking and I was left waiting tensely outside the yellow colored door, with a brass door knob that led to the science room. Soon enough the door opened as I walked in the smell of chalk, pencil shavings, and sweat

“What do you mean?” I asked. Before he answered, he ran off into a dark alley. He turned around and smiled, then ran into the

It was a small town called Springton 1983 ,and it was early one foggy day as I began to finally get out of bed. I Could hear my mother from downstairs yelling my name,”David!!!” my mom yelled loudly as I practically jumped from my room to the kitchen. As I almost fell down because I ran so fast I stood up and looked at my mom with her shining red hair that glowed from the sunlight. I ate breakfast and headed out the door and went for the park. I was the new kid in town and I would be starting my ninth grade year in a month. After I arrived at the park I threw my bike in the dirt and raced towards the swing set.I secretly hoped I would make a friend as I sat in the lonely park.

My family and I were forced to leave our home in Syria on October 16 2016. I will never forget that day for

The summer between my 7th and 8th grade year was very spontaneous. This was not a summer I imagined, (in a good way). I traveled to many states in the USA. I rode on roller coasters, and wondered around in a safari. Best of all, I dozed in a fancy hotel. Over the summer I also celebrated my birthday. That was my best birthday ever.

This is the story of two brothers’ named Evan and Ethan. Evan and Ethan were twin brothers but with a different personality of course. Evan was the twin that would always get straight A’s, was good in sports, and had a gigantic group of friends. Ethan on the other side was not good at sports at all, he was a B student, and he only had three friends. The reason why Evan wouldn’t hang out with Ethan in school is because Evans friends do not like Ethan. Evans friends think Ethan is weird and anti-social.