Personal Narrative: Where It Is A Girl

I awoke to the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon. It was so bright in the room i couldn't keep my eyes open at first, but after a few blinks I was fine.

was lucky enough to have a childhood that was fairly even-keeled – I celebrated almost as much as I grieved, and laughed as much as I cried. Even though I entered into the adult world with a balanced upbringing, I still couldn’t help but to feel that I did not develop a voice properly due to one significant event.

Last summer I wanted to work and earn a little cash and distract myself and not be home all summer. I didn't know where to apply so I applied everywhere I was even open to working in the fields my parents told me that the fields were the last place they ever wanted me to work. My mom and step dad Raul always told me that field work wasn't easy and that it was not for me but I didn't listen.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

It is a somewhat unspoken agreement that people all have, and breaking this agreement is frowned upon. The bathroom is a very unsocial place. You go do your business and then leave, it is very simple. The social norm that I broke was talking to someone in the stall next to me, and continuing to have a conversation even when it was clear they did not want to have one.

God gave us all unique faces, all beautiful in their own ways, so why not have a little fun with them? Why not show off what we love about ourselves, show how we like to display our features, and talk to our friends what we love about them? Wearing makeup gives us a chance to do just that. Society today, though it denies even the slightest notion of it, tells us that if we look and feel good, we should also feel some kind of insecurity. We have the ability to wear makeup in a way that fights against this idea. Makeup has the capability to transform us into confident people, which in turn molds us into braver and more courageous lights for Christ. In addition, makeup can show who and what we are as people, just like a passion

to me this describes a young woman, full of energy and foolishness, non conforming to her environment and appearing rebellious at best. Much of this reminds me of my life as a young woman full of dreams and hope, not worried about consequences. And not quite a woman yet.

When you crash into a truck and your car flips over four times, usually you die. In my case I’m just in a coma, lying in a hospital bed. There are two problems with this. For starters, I’ve been in this coma since 2008 and it’s nearly 2016. The doctors say that pretty soon they’ll have to pull the plug on me because I’m not showing any signs of waking up any time soon. Apparently, I’m taking up a bed that could be used for some other sick kid. The second problem is that I’m not just lying half-conscious, but I’m in another world. This may sound crazy, but it’s true. When you become comatose your brain pulls a few strings and sends you to a lovely place called The Inbetween. The Inbetween is filled with people who are in situations similar to mine, but how they ended up like this could be different. The world is peaceful and everything until you realize the downside. When you wake up in the strange world, the first thing you notice is the bright blue tattoo embed onto your forearm. Every person here has a different one, and you can not leave until you find your match. This process could, unfortunately, take days, weeks, or even years. Sadly if your match dies before they can even get here, then you pass away as well. I have been stuck here for almost eight years and I’ve had no luck with finding my match. I wander around all day, greeting new people and asking them to have a peek at their ink and no one has

Our 9-year-old daughter's third soccer game in her life was this afternoon...all smiles and heart, learning as she goes. Although at the end, the score was a respectable 3-6 loss, the opposing team had a player that could easily play kiddie pro compared to all of the kids on the field; frequently stealing the ball at one end of the field and dribbling it down the entire length to the other end...solo, then shooting on goal..easily 8-10 times in the two quarters in which she played.

I showed up to school every day with my too-small shoes, my plain dress, and my messy hair. Two girls from my class took my brand-new crayons and broke them in half, telling me I wasn’t their friend. My eyes teared up and I tried my best not to cry. My lips trembled. I cried. My mom didn’t like when I cried, “Crying doesn’t solve any of your problems,” she’d tell me. I never really agreed with her. Sometimes forgetting your problems works.

Lastly and most importantly, I'm a daughter. Being any type of child to someone can bring much love but also a lot of hurting and responsibilities. When my sister was leaving for college it was very stressful for everyone, especially my mom because no matter how close you are with your children sending them to college in some small way feels like your losing them We have a big window looking outside into the front yard and street, l was sitting there done night reminiscing. My mother walked over and sat down beside me, we sat in silence for a while I looked over to her and she was heavily breathing, could smell some alcohol off her breathe.Tears we strolling down her face, she looked at me and said "Grace, know there's a lot going on, but just know that you can talk to me about anything I'll always be here.

Since my early teenage years I have been told that the way I think and reacted to things was like a man; so for the one day I had to live the gender experience of a man, I decided to take the role as far as I can. I did everything I could think of doing: I dressed, acted, talked, ate, fixed thing, be in control of everything and I even though like a man.

I smoothed down my long skirt and made my way up the steps. I knew other girls would probably be wearing something a bit more revealing, after all this is a Halloween party and as Cady says, 'In Girl World, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.' But I was not up for the short dress that is needed for the mouse costume, or the tight latex suit made for cat woman. Instead, I had decided to go dressed as a girl from the 50's.

Hello I Started this gofundme for my girl friend Dawn. For a little over a year now we have been struggling to find answers we never knew we would be looking for.

This dream was way beyond romantic, but of course it also has to be a little weird. It was like the manga I read called First Girl. In the beginning of what I remember; I was following a guy under water. When we had reached the destination, he had said a chant in front of two very large tiki statues and when he was finished they had opened up to a secret passageway. When he went in, I had waited for a few seconds and then I had said the following chant myself and continued into the passage as well (I never saw what was in there).