Persuasive Narrative Essay

The last time I saw Charlie outside prison walls we were on the run. Charlie was on the run, not I, I just went along for the ride because he was my husband. Charlie was on parole, but he loved to drink his booze. In our state it's a violation to drink while on parole.

At baggage claim I grab my hot pink rolling suitcase with white flowers while Crystal and my parents get the rest of the baggage. The wind is whipping my hair around like an tent in a storm, we’re outside looking for my aunt Lizette to drive us to the 2 bedroom apartment my parents purchased us on Gibb street, about 2 hours later we arrive. I look around wide-eyed thinking how tiny the apartment looks but not mentioning it as not to sound ungrateful. “I know it's tiny but it's all we could afford I hear mom say I guess I had been making it obvious.

I am forced out of bed before the sun gets the chance by the high-pitched screaming of my alarm. Working against the clock, my brain fights the last-minute task of arranging all my clothes into a suitcase. The taxi ride to the airport is all but a tired blur. With a long hug and a bittersweet speech from my parents, I am off on my own to break new boundaries. The airport and I are no strangers.

It was 7:00 am on a summer morning and I was still in a daze after just being woken up. Today was to the day that I was going to see my sister and as soon as I made sure I had everything, I headed out. My sister lived far and instead of wasting gas to drive, I was going to fly. I was on my way to the airport with my mom and grandma and as we got closer, my heart began to race with fear and anticipation. It wasn’t because I was afraid of flying, because I actually loved it. I loved the way fields looked like worn quilts from so high above. However this time was different, because on this trip, my family would not be accompanying me and I would be flying alone.

"Emily?" My dad asked. "Yeah?" I replied. Our eyes met as he looked into the rear mirror, at my face. "Are you excited about it?" he asked. "What do you think?" I asked in disbelief. "I think you absolutely hate this trip and just want to be back home." He grinned into the rear mirror. "You know perfectly well that I'm absolutely thrilled!" We continued chatting for a while. I then opened the book that I had gotten for my birthday, 'Many years from now' and was soon deeply enjoying

I could feel the excitement fluttering inside of me. The last of summer was drifting away, but I was still wearing one of my favorite sundresses. It made me feel like a princess, as did most things at 10 years old. I was preparing the snacks for the upcoming movie night I was going to have with my mom. This was a frequent pastime of ours that became an event to look forward to after a week at middle school, which consisted of rowdy kids and the smell of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Pop! Pop! Pop! The aroma of butter from the microwave fueled my enthusiasm further. I grabbed the steaming bowl and leaped to my mother’s master bedroom. I had insisted we watch our movie in her room, since her king sized bed and looming TV screen

Nora and Sydney run to the bathroom giggling, skipping along. Shortly after they return our steaming, delicious smelling meals are set in front of us. We are devouring our juicy steaks, savory potatoes, tender lobster, and crunchy chicken strips when something behind the over towering brick fire place dividing the dining room from the bar makes a popping sound louder than I’ve ever heard before. I think to myself, “Was that a celebration coming from a champagne bottle? No… much louder than that. Did someone actually bring a firework into The Firebirds restaurant?” Then another pop and suddenly the whole

I look at my pale short legs thinking ‘I need to shave.’ I sigh realizing that summer isn’t close to being over and I have nothing to look forward to. I grab my phone and head towards the kitchen searching for something to eat. I see my mom preparing dinner “Hi mom”

Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.

The sun reflects off the green blades of grass and onto my light grey two story house with white window shutters. 90 degrees fahrenheit, I read on my phone. Why do I have to go outside? I think to myself.

“Okay, but don't push me back into the water” I say warningly. I gave him my hand and wouldn't you know it, he pushed me right back in the water, and then went by my mom and dad laughing his little head off. ‘Oh I am so going to get him back, and when I do he’s gonna be sorry’ I

As I started to get out of the water I feel a sharp pain at the bottom of my left foot. ‘Ouch’ I thought to myself. I looked down into the green colored lake and saw nothing but my feet, some sand and tons of slimy rocks. Oh well I thought as I was getting out of the water and double checking to make sure there was nothing in the water that I could have stepped on. I stood up and walked to the other pier and jumped off.

My mother looked over to me, my eyes stayed forward with a frown on my face. I should’ve understood why she wanted to leave, but I was so disappointed. She was trying to make me feel better, but I was pretty mad, she was practically abandoning me. I just sat there lost in my thoughts. Soon after she stopped, my mom walked me through the airport. We went through security and got to the plane. “Goodbye Izzy, I’ll miss you,” despite how mad I was I had to hug her. “Goodbye mom.” Then, I boarded my flight to New Mexico. The captain said that the flight would be two hours. It smelled weird in there, like all of the body odor, perfume, cologne, and cat smell from around the world bottled up in one finite area. All I saw around me were a husband and wife in the seats next to me, a crazy old lady with a squirming purse and a tail sticking out, and your typical man sleeping on another person’s shoulder. It was surprisingly quiet in the plane, not many babies crying, or people talking too loudly. My arms

Hi my name is Zach and me and my friends Jenna and Cree were Flying on a plane to Costa Rica and About when we were halfway there we heard rattling on the plane and then I sounded like the engines just failed and we went down.I egularly Looked for my Friends Jenna and Cree.I looked all over in the plane and there was no sight of them.So then I walked about a mile in the sandy sand and Then I spotted a hand in the ground and It was still moving so I went over and Jenna and Tried to pull her out The sand was so strong that I could not pull her out so So i went back to the Plane trying to find an object that could pull her out and I spotted a emergency kit that could restore the engine's power but would only have enough power to start it once and the roof had a hole in it.So i kept trying to find something to use to help Jenna and I found a toy wooden shovel that could be used to bring out jenna but It would take a while so I looked around for cree and She was in the pilot room but she was down but first I needed to get jenna out of the sand so she could breath.So I got her out and It took me about 2 hours and When i got her out I gave her cpr and Then she finally woke up And she said what “What happened”I said “The plane crashed and We need to go wake up Cree he's not breathing.We rushed back to the plane and Went into the pilot area and we gave her cpr and she started breathing but was still not waking up yet.So I told jenna what happened in more detail then all the

It should have been me. I should have been the one with the open wounds and a lifeless body. How was I supposed to know this was going to happen. I didn't mean her any harm. She was my best friend. Meeting Sam in college was one of the best things to ever happen to me.