Personal Narrative: Why There Is Something So Unplanned?

We had been at the hotel for about thirty minutes when we got the call from the lobby that they had arrived and were on their way up the elevator. The three of us scrambled in excitement waiting to hear a knock at the door. Finally there is a knock at the door and my dad rushes to the door and opens it. We see a woman, his foster mother, holding a baby boy, at the door. She carried him in and laid him on the bed. We all walked over and admired the baby. I was the first one to sit down and hold my new baby brother.

The anticipation of a baby brother being born and coming into our house. Any day, any minute he could be here. I was sitting in my room waiting for my dad to come home and tell me how the appointment went. I look out my window to see my dad and Sabrina pull in front of the house they parked and just hugged each other. I heart sunk to the bottom of my chest and i felt sick not knowing what was happening. After a handful of minutes my dad walked into my room wiping his eyes and sat next to me looked at me. “We lost the baby” he said choking back his tears. My mind started racing, words wouldn't come out I couldn’t focus I had too many questions. “They told us yesterday he was fine he just wasn’t moving around a lot. We went in today and they...they just could find

She stood up to see and then look down on me with the biggest smile on her face and nod yes. Tears started to roll down my eyes it was the best feeling ever its hard to explained it, I was so happy but at the same time anxious I wanted to see her I wanted to hold her, I knew that they had to check her and clean her up. The nurse signal my sister to go where they were cleaning her it felt like the longest time ever I could see the doctor moving it seem like they were pulling and tugging but honestly didn’t care what they were doing to me, I just wanted to see Minerva I wanted to hold her. I had carried this little person for 37 weeks, I had felt her kicks, her hiccups, I had talk to her about this day, I had already been mad at her for the night

Being biracial is such a unique experience and has a lot to do with the person I am today. Growing up, I did not completely realize how it would shape me as a person. Now that I am older and looking back on past experiences, I know exactly how it has impacted me. There were many times where I felt uncomfortable and confused, because I was different. That has all changed now that I recognize that the differences are what make people beautiful.

Distortion. If I could put that moment into one word that would be it. Everything in my mind was racing, as if my thoughts were on a high speed merry go round that was no longer full of merriment, but filled with a feeling of disaster. I was drowning in a vast sea of uncertainty, and the light shining from above was slowly vanishing from sight. I no longer had hope.

Dan threw his backpack in the back seat of Phil’s seat, plopping down in the front seat and slamming the door. “Dan, what’s wrong? Why did you ask me to pick you up?” Phil was concerned.

I’m not going to lie, when Overruled was brought to my attention I was expecting some sort of Cop game or Lawyer game, like Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, but what I got instead was a boring, half assed game that failed to entertain me for more than 1 hour.

Surprisingly, the doctor enters the room. He is ready with his tools and equipment to do something with the baby. He had to do an operation, so this made my whole body shiver and have a bad feeling.

It was December 27th 1997, as the mother looked into her handsome baby’s eyes. A tear ran down her face as she realizes this is the first and last time she sees the baby’s face, the last time she will be able to strokes her baby boys face, the last time she gets to see those eyes open. As she realizes that she won’t be able to watch him take his first steps and hear him say his first words, dress him for his first day of school, never see him grow up into a powerful young man just like his father.

“Hey Claire!!” “Claire what’s up!!” “Hiiii!” This is what I am greeted with as I walk into Panera for my closing shift. It is honestly one of my favorite aspects of working here.

Hey guys! I know I haven’t written for a while, and I don’t think I’ll be back very often to continue to write unless someone decides to buy me an $800 computer for Christmas… (hint, hint) Yeah… Not going to happen. I only had two or three people reading this story originally, but this is a remake of my first fanfiction, called “Double Trouble for TK.” I’ll probably have it shortened to just “Double Trouble” by the time I’ve finally reuploaded my re-written chapter one. I won’t be writing it all at once, so I won’t be able to spit out a chapter every day like I could the first time, but at the same time, I think that even if I could, I wouldn’t. Maybe I’ll get a few more views with this hopefully better re-write. So for anyone who saw this story the first time, or who hasn’t even heard of me (more likely…), I hope you enjoy my first and best fanfiction ever, re-written to be a little more capturing and accurate.

Yes, I did encounter a problem early in my career when I was a licensed practical nurse (LPN). I had one-year experience as an LPN and was working on an oncology unit where functional nursing (task nursing) was utilized. Consequently, there was this charge nurse (CN) named Candy, whom I liked, because she was a short, friendly, plumped, energetic and beautiful long red hair. She seemed knowledgeable in her field and I had a lot of respect for her. Thereby, realizing her knowledge base, I often utilized her as a resource person to provide me with the correct policy and procedures. Also, she was friends with the director of nursing, the unit secretary, and one of the supervisors.

At first when I found out I was going to have a little sister it was a neutral feeling. I was only four and a little over a half I did not understand what it was going to be like to have a little sister was I still going to have my families love .I did not know if to be calm, mad, sad ,or happy.

With the biggest smile on her face, she tells us, “You guys are gonna have a a little baby brother in November.” I sit there complete shock now wide awake. I do not know what to say or think. My mind is going crazy. What will his name be? Where will his room be? Will I be a good example? As I am lost in thoughts, I only show a smile on my face. As I snap back into reality, I get up and give another hug to my mom and stepdad. I knew this was something they both wanted, so I am happy for them, but how will it affect the rest of the family and

My mom hollered for all of the kids to come into the living room. Me being ten, my sister eight, and my brother six, all of us wanted to devour, and inhale, the information that she was progressing to announce. First, Mom and Dad settled on the couch, fingers entwined. Finally, my mom spilled the beans that we were going to have another brother or sister. I sprang up and started chanting that I was going to have another sister. My mom informed me that it may also be a boy. I wasn’t too thrilled to hear that, but I was still excited that I was going to be receiving another sister that might let me perform on her hair.