Personal Narrative: Week 2 Short Story

One day I was on my way home from basketball. My dad had told me that my mom had taken my grandpa to the hospital. She had taken him because he was having bad stomach problems. No one really thought a thing big of it.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

I was on the verge of death, but death couldn’t catch me. It wasn’t a typical Friday. It was finals week, and that meant as soon as I got out of that last exam of my sophomore year I was off to meet my friends for lunch, followed by a party to celebrate completing another year and officially becoming junior. My friend, Michelle, along with her friend Josie, my sister, Armina and I were in my sisters car with the music all the way up and completely pumped to start our summer. We had just returned from Panera Bread and were on our way to the party. Thanks to having a senior sister, we went to a party where we ended up hanging out with an older crowd. As we drove up you could tell it was going to be wild. Cars and cars packed next to each other, there had to have been over 100 people there. I was

Tyler rose from the wooden pew he’d been sitting on. He could still feel a few tears pricking at his eyes, and he wiped them as he exited the church.

They ask me to write down my race, And I think and I think, I am so much more than that. I am the pounding rain in a thunderstorm The stunning sight of fireworks I can bring peace and joy Or fear and annoyance

Hey, Tonya, how are you? I hope everything is good and well with you and your family. I have to tell you what happened to me this past week. Every day this week, I have been going to the yoga studio. Now, you know I am not flexible at all, but I gave yoga a chance to become better at meditating. When the instructor advised us we should touch our hands behind our backs and raise our arms, can you believe I was jumping up and down trying to touch my hands? It was such a scene; I kept jumping and saying ouch! Now was that funny or what? Talk to you later!

I had two choices; run or fight? At first i decided to run plus have some fun, but then the fun ended and then i decided to fight. Now this was an experience like no other! A life challenge that i started on my own, to better my life plus it was time to start acting like & becoming a adult. I had my fun and i experienced the wild life. The wild life doesn't get you to a good future. So i could be a wild child, drop out, or like everyone else in my family but i don't wanna be! I wanna make a good name for myself, and if i'm going to do that i'm going to do it right! I know where i've been, I know where i am, I know where i'm going, and i'm going to fight my hardest to get there! I'm also going to do it my way!!! “I am one of a kind”. Ill help anyone even if its just talking them through a problem. The only thing is i'll also put my foot down and fight. I've

Alex gazed outside window, viewing the magnificent storm going on outside. For some odd reason storms such as these, always soothed him. He stared at his bottle and noticed that he had little left.

BEEP BEEP BEEP screamed the alarm set on my phone. I rolled over and silenced it as swiftly as I could. I sat up and looked around the humid garage and sighed, and scrunched up my nose in distaste at the odor of vomit and day old pizza filled my nose. I sighed again and got up off of the thin mattress, walking to the door and picking my bag up as I left the garage, and headed to the bathroom. I sighed and looked in the mirror, pulled my hair back, brushed my teeth, and left, thinking the words over in my head on how to tell Hailey that this friendship needed to end because I did not like how it was starting to wear at me. We fought almost constantly and lately she kept trying to pressure me into doing things I really did not care to do and had told her from the start that I was okay with her doing them, but I just did not want to get involved in.

It is very hard to be invisible to the world, to be something you're not. But for you to understand I would have to tell you my story. It all started in the little town of Black Ridge on Halloween night. Joe, my best and only friend, and I got our costumes on and headed for the nearest decorated home. We were enjoying our Halloween until the school bullies came along they would make fun of my missing left hand and on how short and stubby Joe was. This time they dared us to go into the abandoned Jacobs mansion unless we were too wimpy to do it. Joe making the smart decision he refused, me on the other hand foolishly accepted the challenge. Jacobs mansion caught fire ten years ago and still stands today. No one knew how it burnt but there

Lub-dub, lub-dub. My heart raced, I stood on the edge of the stairs. I waited, listened, and then stepped down slowly. My grip tenacious on the basket, my eyes flickering, I searched for movements. Now, I had to run into the room, put my five quarters in, put our clothes in, shut the cover, and race back up to our apartment. I had to be careful. I didn’t want to interrupt a gang meeting in the dark and cold basement of our apartment’s laundry room. This was Saturday morning.

“Welcome to Kentucky!” My father beams from the front seat as we pull into a large driveway, “Now darlin’ your aunt Margaret has been waiting’ all day for your arrival!” I swing my legs out of the car and feel the sticky warmth surround my parched legs like a tissue engulfed in snot.

“This is all your fault, Laela. How could you do this to me, to us… to your brother? You

It was midday when a man named John was driving across state to see his family. He was driving through the abandoned woods and the unexpected happened, his engine started smoking so he pulled over in the middle of nowhere to check it out he got it fixed but, something else happened his tires were flat and he had no spares it was like this was no accident. So he started walking through the woods looking for help, after an hour of finding nothing he tried to go back to his car but, His car was gone! After panicking he tried to call the police but, he left his phone in the car so he didn’t know what to do. After a hard hour of thinking he knew what he had to do he had to find somewhere to sleep but he didn’t know where to look. He looked around for a few minutes in the cold and dark woods and he seen a light in the distance so he tried to follow it. As he was walking he started to feel tired, his legs went weak and he felt a shiver down his spine so knowing he needed to hurry he tried to run but it was like he was paralyzed at that instant he felt a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t feel alone. Once he got feeling back and could move again it seemed as if the light started to get dimmer so he moved quicker. Every step he took felt like he was being watched he didn’t like it at all and what seemed like hours of running he made it, he was at an abandoned home where he seen the light from. He was going to go inside but, he seen a dark figure that caught his eye right then and

My name is Stella. My parents gave me this name because they thought I would be the light of there lives. They could not have been more wrong.