Personal Narrative: Where

“Of course they’re not alright you dolt. Why do you think they’re crying? They probably don’t want some nosy neighbor butting in on their buisness” He hears the crying stop. “Umm I mean. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He shoves his face into his pillow. He hears a shaky voice from the other side of the wall. “Who are you?” says a voice Charlie would guess is male. He lifts his head up. “I’m your new neighbor the names Charlie, but I usuallyy go by Char.” The voice from the other side of the wall seemed to brighten. “Like from the book Ella Enchanted?” Char smiled. “Yeah. Hey, you know your the first one to get that?” There were a few moments of silence. “Really? Thats my favorite book. My mom always made fun of me because i was constantly rereading it. It just gave me hope that someday I could find a prince like that.” His voice cracked and I could hear him start to cry again. “Please don’t cry. Just tell me whats wrong and i’ll try to

About 20 years old and name was Sophie, an odd figure, but something drew me to her. Her style was unusual, a long flowing skirt of a purplish color and a white camisole. A nice headband was added to the look with white sunglasses, as it was a very sunny day. She looked of an Hispanic descent, her hair was very long and glamorous. “Beautiful day, isn't it?" she screamed over the Led Zeppelin playing in the background of our conversation. "Yeah, hot too. I didn't ask you before this, but where are you going?" I asked confused because I realized I had gotten into a car with a total stranger. “No clue. I have $500 dollars in my pocket and don't know where to go. So where do you want to go?" she said that with a peace that could not be taken away by no one, listening to her story about her family. Mom had put her up for adoption because of economic issues since her husband had died in the Vietnam war. Her life was hard, but she seemed to be at peace with herself. I had still thought about the question she asked me a awhile before and where I actually wanted to go. San Francisco was where I wanted to be. “San Francisco, let's go to San Francisco," I jumped and said startling her and making her glasses fall to her feet. “Okay, San Francisco, right? Let's

I tried to snap out of it. I took a gulp of the crisp fall air, it had the scent of mint, like it always does. A smell to this day that brings me a wave of nostalgia. Mandy looked back at me and gave me a sympathetic look. I rolled my eyes at her, I didn’t need her pity. In this small town there isn’t such thing as a secret. Everyone is in everyone’s business. So it was common knowledge that my parents were split, and I didn’t see my mom often.

“Yeah thank you.” Zuri says as she takes the keys from the young man. “So what’s your name?” asks the young man. “Oh I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself I’m Zuri and I live back over on Pine Grove Road about half a mile back that.” She says as she points back the way she came. “Cool I’m Leandro Miller and that’s my dad in the car we’re new here and trying to find our way to our new home.” The young man tells Zuri as he looks around the trailer park. “Well what’s the address? Maybe I can help y’all get there.” Zuri asks Leandro. “It’s 240 East Carrot Road.” Leandro says as he takes a paper from his dad’s hand. “Okay I know exactly where that

“Cera… Cera, over here,” my mama called out to me while waving her hand in the air to signal. “Cera, I want you to meet a few of the girls you’ll be going to school with.”

“Come along, now. We don’t have all the time in the world.” Salvy and the others stood behind me. Like me, my siblings looked about this new place in astonishment. The fairy rolled his eyes as though this world had no impressive contents. “Come now! We mustn’t be

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

I was ready. This was how we were going to start off the season. Everyone was ready, thinking this was it. We wanted to be the best team on the ice. The coaches came into the room saying, “Let’s go, boys. Let’s start the season off on fire . . . big win today!”

I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I started playing volleyball in 3rd grade. My dad wanted me to play because my sister also played. It was my first day being a 3rd grader and my dad told me I should get into volleyball. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play. I watched my sister play every game and it looked like it was hard so I didn’t think I could do it.

I mended my body into the fabric of the hammock, curling my face into its warmth and accepting its embrace. Alex began swinging the one next to me before settling in. My legs rose up in the air, swaying around while I examined the old scars on them.

Hearing the sounds of people breaking in half a wooden slab with their feet and cries being shouted out, I hesitantly entered the Dojo, placing my sandals in a cabinet. Dreading the smell of feet and sweat I didn’t enjoy coming. Not only was the smell bad but the physicality that was required was discomforting. The hits that my back and ribs received from missed side-kicks and jabs was unbearable.

I always wanted an all-terrain mountain bike. That finally happened when me and my family went shopping at Walmart for a new bicycle because recently I learned how to ride a bike with two wheels. Due to my practice behind the handles my parents thought since that it was summer and I needed the physical exercise, that I should get a bike. Also that I couldn’t ride my original small dirt bicycle. It was a jolly experience on a large bike for the first time.