Personal Narrative-Virgil

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

I lived in Detroit before I had to move to Cleveland because I got expelled from high school. I’m an African-American 16 year old who is a greedy, and is a mean drug dealer. I used to be a good kid, but when I killed my parents the adrenaline in my body produced my true colors. When I came across a garden, something then caught my eyes: a teenager who looked like he was planting marijuana. Then a devious plan showed up in my brain. My plan was to befriend that teenager, who would then work with me in selling marijuana. I went into the garden straight to that teenager.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

The things I carried were based on school and responsibility. Among my backpack were folders, binders, a planner, water, pencils, and a necklace. Deven Jay, who was a short man, carried extra pencils; he was especially happy with his theatre scripts all thrown about in his bag. Trevor Rowe, who was confident, carried his lucky socks until it was time for his basketball game inside the school in mid-November. Many students carried the endless amount of homework and books given by teachers. In my heart, I carried love- an endless amount- and happiness for the Lord. My bag carried jewelry, a reminder of family and my best friend. I carried a Bible. My internal backpack carried responsibility for siblings whom I live with and for schoolwork. In

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

“Anthony were playing carpet hockey there is no reason to get all worked up because you’re losing to James” Kevin explained. “Just resume the game it's 4-1 and were playing to 5 as you both know”

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.

" Ah... did that child just...?" Cole turns his head side to side, trying to see where did that infant disappear to. He then looks under the table, wondering if the poor thing slipped out of his father's arms. "Where did that little one toddle off too?" Cole slowly lifts his head back from under the table when Lenny gleefully chasing after his baby boy. Ah, the life of a parent. Well, super natural parent that is. A bittersweet chuckle escapes from his mouth as his attention turns back to the aggron lad in front of him.

In Amicalola falls, me and my cousin Tamara were hiking on the trail. I turned to Tamara and said,

My mind was blank when those words let his lips, I could understand anything that was going on so to sum up everything going on in my life at the moment, I have been kidnapped by Virgil Sparadason one of the Most one people in the other world, I am stuck in a various portal being chased by my crush, who I shouldn't have feelings for, and my soul bound guardian who is terrible at his job...I sighed to myself as I looked around the place, we were in front of an enormous church and it was breathtaking, variously color stain glass works of art and painting all over the walls...