Personal Narrative: Zane's Pint Of View

Right then. Let’s begin, shall we? So, in the mornin’ I goes to Elwell’s room; I typically find the dame with a bunch a little brats. She’s usually teachin’ em something or other like vowels and all that cal. I never getta work with her mornin’ group; the brats usually screw off before I get there. After ‘at, a group o’ wee little brats come in – first graders, I finks. “Right there, mate?” I always ‘ear from the little rug-rats ‘fore I tell ‘em we gotta get goin on the class. So I gives the brats their white boards ‘n there marker ‘n there erasers and such. Then I reads ‘em a list a little o’ words with vowels and stuff.

It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.

I am grateful for Bella. We both play this game called, township, and she often help me on there. She either give me supplies I requested, or help both of us earn reward in competition. She is also able to makes the game playing experience more enjoyable. In addition, one time, I have only until 15 minutes until my challenge is over. However, I cannot produce the product needed within the timeframe. Bella was there to make a last minute “delivery”.

In a small town of Oakhurst CA, there is a place that holds a place in my heart. An outdoor camp school, filed with 300 year old redwood trees and Native American history. But my favorite part about Calvin Crest is that while we learn about nature; we also learn about God and all the wonderful things he has put on his earth just for us. Even though it’s only a few miles from home, it feels like a different world.

-According to the recording this has been going on for some time now – Coulson tells Thor as soon as the recording has ended.

What made the crowded living space even less appealing is that for the last couple of months I have been seeing one of the other slaves Abel. He lived outside with the other males and I only got to see him a couple days a week because our paths rarely crossed. The only other person who knew besides us was my friend Afia. When I first told her she was skeptical because she feared that we would both get in trouble and face hard repercussions. As time went on she supported it because one day she would like to settle down and have a family outside of this house.

Kendrick asked me to have dinner with him tonight at his cottage. He said he was preparing something special for dinner. This would be our last time together before he went back to the oil rig for another twenty-eight day shift. As I thought of all that time we would be apart, I wanted to make tonight extraordinary, and something he would remember while he was out on the rig. I also hoped that it would make it easier for me to be without him for the next month. I still hadn’t had the courage to voice how I felt about him. I needed to figure out my feeling toward Kendrick. I started to believe I might be able to trust this male. Kendrick had risked his life to save me from the Finman. I couldn’t think about getting hurt again: it would crush me to have Kendrick deceived me. I

There’s a slim chance that a person can be strong all the time. Although that may be true, there’s an internal drive to want to be the person that everyone can rely on for support. I embody that person. I have moved twenty-seven different times, my parents are divorced, I have lived by myself for the past five years, and I learned how to live without people. However, since I knew what true loneliness felt like I made sure that everyone knew they could rely on me. I have never really cried and always carried the persona that I didn’t care what people thought about me, and I made sure that even if I was having a bad day that no one else was. I have been bullied ever since I can remember, until I gained personal confidence and was determined to

Last month, I asked a student named Kris in my government class to be my partner for a group project. After I asked him, he looked at me with a blank expression, My heart was racing with the anticipation of his answer. I thought to myself, “This was a mistake, I should not have done this.” Then, as soft as a whisper, he said “sure.” I was not sure what to do next. Awkwardly, I nodded and went back to my seat.

When thinking about the neighborhood, school has to come to mind. Mr. Ellis, my third grade teacher, prided himself on educating students. No matter the problem Mr. Ellis would try to help in any way possible, which without a doubt makes Mr. Ellis my favorite teacher. An example of the undying devotion Mr. Ellis shows Other than Everett, the Capital Area Career Center was one of the best schools around Ingham. Understudies could pick any class that fit their field of study. As the understudies work through their class they can acquire school credits which can trade to Lansing Community college or Davenport just to give a couple of cases. Assignments sanctioned us to learn the required information while being able to work at our own particular

There was an eerie silence for a minute or so. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I couldn’t process what was happening. I just stared at her. A faint white blur in the distance growing smaller. I wanted to go to her. To protect her like I promised I would do, but I could only float away. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at her so instead I turned to look at the fading wreck that had once been our ship.

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

On Saturday, August 01, 2015, approximately 239 hours, I was dispatch to Conyers Police Department, 1147 Scott St. Upon my arrival, I met with the complainant Jeanette Higgins. Higgins advised me that her wrist wallet had been taken from the counter top as she purchased her items at Ross, 2203 Ga Highway 20.

If someone says “transformer” I light up with excitement and joy. When I hear this word, I think of Autobots, Decepticons, awesome franchise, badass cars and other machinery, and more. My friend Caleb would probably think, “crappy movie, crappy director, crappy actors, and crappy franchise”. Others might think of electricity. Whenever I bring this franchise up with Caleb One co, it starts basically are only disagreement. He believes that they are all terrible while I am trying to defend each of the four movies and soon to be five. I always ask him, “how would make a movie about giant cars, trucks, military vehicles, and anything that runs on electricity any better?” I never get an actual answer because he says that he would not make these movies. I find it funny how we enjoy superheroes, Star Wars, him more than me however, and similar political beliefs, but we can’t get along with this franchise. Michael Bay and Paramount Pictures are making a new Transformers called Transformers: The Last Knight, and I told him in October/November that the new trailer was released, but all he could say was “I don’t care.” I

Sitting on the banks of a once raging river, I stare out among the hulking remnants of a time long forgotten. The rusted, protruding remains promise tetanus to the tired and careless.