Personal Narrative: Who Done It: Clue

Today was the day that I was going to meet the man who ruined my life. the man who I had searched for for my life, the man who killed my father.

So we all stared eating are steak and out of the blue Green pasted out. I know it was peacock but I had to stay calm and act like I didn’t know it was her. I hoped up and called 911 and for some reason mustard and peacock ran out, right when they said what's your emerging I heard a gunshot coming from mustards room. At that moment I know that peacock did something to Boddy, hurt Green, and shot Mustard, And wanted to kill everybody else.

There is someone I wish was still around from before that is my dad. He passed away in the first week of summer the summer before 6th grade. I lived with my mom until I was 7 then he went and got visitations so he seen me every Wednesday and every other weekend in the summers I was at his house 1 week and my mom's 1 week. Sometimes when he was close to my house or my grandmas he would bring me "care packages" they were mainly toys the one I remember was he was at Walmart and in the middle of the night he brought me Legos the Legos were batman ones. One Christmas he brought my a huge monster truck it was remote control it was about 2 feet tall I had it for a couple years I really liked to do donuts with it in the snow. He had a girl fried and

This was another choice that I read while in Cuba. Going into my trip I didn’t really know what to expect from country that still remains somewhat taboo. The version of history I was taught told me that Fidel Casto and all he stood for were detestable. Socialism was a dirty word even though I can honestly say I probably couldn’t have properly defined it until very recently. The phrase “history will absolve me” was the closing line of a four-hour speech Castro gave in his own defense after being put on trial for his role in the Moncada attack. The actual record of his defense was not recorded however, the basis of his argument was that the people had a right to rise up and protest against a government the found to be illegal and unjust. The

This little devil like boy was featured in a hilarious comedy that I unfortunately missed out on until I was thirteen years old, because my parents believed it to be too profoundly inappropriate for a young mind like mine. Me being me, I continued watching it anyways. This character has always stood out to me as my favorite. He never behaved how he was supposed to, nor did he seem to love anyone, but that’s what made me like him even more. He’s always making up evil plans to annihilate his mother or ruin others lives. He loves to create new weapons and technology that will help aid in his plan to rule the world. He even has a time machine that he uses to get himself into some unfortunate situations. From completely changing the entire

I decide to call out sick and go to a thrift store in Madison in hope of finding a couple pair of pants for work and to get my mind off my mom’s situation. I don’t have much luck on either count. After ten minutes, I leave the thrift store unable to stop thinking about my mom. I make my way back to my car in the parking lot groping for the car keys in my jeans pocket.

Two years after we had signed the gas lease my father stopped farming. The cows and the pigs were sold to the Baker’s farm on the other side of Iberdeen. So were his two tractors along with most of the other equipment that had taken up real estate on our land. Now our house sat on almost three hundred acres of dirt, grass, hay, fieldstone, history.

Bright and early on my fifth birthday, my family and I uprooted our lives in Florida and traveled here to Georgia. Memories of Florida are hazy, but if I were to describe the past years here in Georgia in a single word, bold and in all caps would be the word “struggle.” We came here chasing a dream, the dream of a prosperous future in the booming automotive industry. Unfortunately that dream shattered to pieces, and like a barrier, we endured the shrapnel.

Three years ago I moved from Florida to Seagreen, California. My life felt as if it was just beginning and falling into place. However my life was about to change.

"Lets go find the killer" Mr. Green said. Everyone got their stuff and we went to the woods. When we got there everything was gone all the blood, the weapon, and Mr. Boddy we had know leads on a weapon or anything all Lilly and I knew was that he was assassinated. Lilly and I walked home talking

I am ready to step into the place that God has placed in my heart. About ten years ago, I sought the Lord to direct my life. He answered one day and all I heard was “counselor” in my head. It echoed in my head as like a man standing on a mountain top calling in the wind. At the time I heard this, I wasn't ready for the task… There were so many things from my past that were still holding me captive. I had to let go and let God; but the distractions of the world, and fear of failure were too strong for me to fully begin to walk in God’s calling for me. At the age of seven I was molested. It was a hard and confusing time for me. It was a time where a young child should be playing, and simply just enjoying growing up. I felt like there was nowhere to turn for help or the understanding of those emotions.

It's hard when people judge you when they don't even know the full story. When my mother past away this Christmas brake it effected me in more ways than I every realized it would. Her death allowed a variety of people such as; strangers, acquaintance, family and friends to view mw completely different from the girl they use to know for years or even the girl they knew last semester.

I sit on a bar stool eternally staring into blank space, what have I done? I think to myself. Ned was like a brother to me. I may be free from the prison now, but I feel that I'll be forever condemned by the decision I just made. So what now?, I ask myself. Where do I go?. The constant chatter of the surrounding people and the non-rhythmic music in the background make little distraction to take my mind of the situation. “Lighten up Aaron” a young officer with an English accent said to me. “You’ve help us out a lot ya know”. I put on a fake smile to hide my sorrowful expression and give a polite nod. I pretend to be proud in what I have done but the fact is, betraying Ned was the more egregious decisions. Unable to cope with the company of other

Trust me when I say you captured my attention, I was surprised when you mentioned my name. If I wasn't traveling for the next two weeks, starting this Wednesday, I would have said, lets do it. Not knowing if anyone has allergy, you have done a great job considering others; by the way, it sounds like an excellent place to eat. Although I'm a reggae guy, I enjoy various genres, with the exception to heavy metal, so Latin spice would work well for this islander. Why do you think that I'm responsible? Okay, okay, okay...you got me. Being the designated driver will be perfectly fine, but remember, as soon as we reach the club, I will take my one drink and chill for the rest of the night. How does that sound? Ahahaha... Anyway, you don't

It reminded me of home. My mother was always baking. The scent was practically ingrained in her clothes, giving off a soft, sweet scent. The fragrance embraced you, took over your soul.