Renzo-Personal Narrative

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

I threw my arm out in fear and tried to block every hit. I remember just yelling and screaming but no one was coming to help me, only because I was a black man. I was laying on the ground as the trooper walked away from me, he walked away as if he was done with me. I saw his face before everything was blurry, he was wearing a gas mask, but I couldn't believe what was coming next. There was a bang and what sounded like hissing snakes as everything got blurry. It was tear gas. There were screams and cries all accompanied with smacks and kicks. I couldn't imagine what was going on I could only think how thankful I was that my beating was finally over. I stay laid on the ground as all the sounds got quieter and quieter and everything grew dark.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

I was born in beautiful city ludhiana and the place was full of life and wonders i spent may whole childhood there. I still remember a lot of thing that happened when i was child some memories are so bad that it seems that that it occurred few days back. one incident i remembered from my childhood is that i owned a dog named bravo, bravo was 8 year old. I have many memories with him , when bravo always knew when i am sick or not feeling well he use to come to me , rest his face on my knees an stay that way and always be my side when i am not in great place mentally. He is timid and very intelligent boy as bravo's death come uninvited and unexpected and made my life miserable. As bravo was so adorable playful, energetic and above all my best

"C'mon Lenick...Keep your chin up" As Chance says as he proceeds to fight his student. "I haven't given up before Chancellor, I won't start now." Lenick then throws a punch to Chance. Chance dodges the punch and takes Lenick's arm, throwing him onto the ground. "You are getting to predictable young apprentice. You have to learn to notice your opponent's maneuvers, not let your opponents see yours. That's what it takes to become a Specialist." Lenick gets back up and ready's himself so does Chance. As Lenick is about to strike, The final bell rings, Chance goes to a rest position, "That is today's class." Chance then walks over to Lenick, "Remember what we talked about, make sure you study your opponent before they have the chance to study you."

THE LINE BETWEEN DISGUSHING the sober from the drunk is blurred. giggles pierce her ears, instead of the HEAVY music, but she lets herself drown out the mere voices with hennessy. and what a friend hennesy had been to her. hennesy, was one of her truest companions through all her MAJOR milestones of her life. but tonight she wanted something different, to befriend someone new — jack, jack daniels. who other than a new friend to keep her company in this toxic wasteland intertwine of intoxicated strung out souls. except there’s a tiny problem that alludes to her in the back of her mind. she’s broke. using the term broke with such light ease would be an EXAGGERATION on her part. she had money, but not enough to satisfy her current craving. her

“Anthony were playing carpet hockey there is no reason to get all worked up because you’re losing to James” Kevin explained. “Just resume the game it's 4-1 and were playing to 5 as you both know”

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

A fisherman, sitting in his boat, distraught by why he hasn’t caught a single fish. He sits there as one, two and three hours pass but not even a nibble. He’s tried all that he can but it seems as if nothing wants to work. He has gone so far past his boiling point that he goes to shore to grab some rocks and he starts throwing them at his bobber, harder and harder as each one goes by, harder and harder as each minute ticks by. That’s when it happens, he finally decides to give up, if only he would have waited though, he could have had the biggest catch in his life.

It was about 9 o’clock when I left my house for Carnival. When I arrived, there were people already drinking, dancing

Beginning his day at the crack of dawn, or more like when the sun is halfway past the horizon. The daily process happens again for my uncle. This entails attempting to get out of bed, which I also have trouble with too. Then onto the kitchen for a quick meal of whatever is available; from orange juice and some bland cereal, or some scrambled eggs and burnt, crisp toast. Using his already overworked hands, he reaches for the newspaper to find out who won last night's baseball game. A disappointing frown falls over his aged face as he realizes that his team lost... again. He finishes his half eaten breakfast, and disappointing newspaper. Slowly, he moves on to get ready. Grabbing one of the remaining outfits that are clean; we get

My favorite and my only concert I’ve been to was when I went and watched Lee Brice at the Sioux Empire Fair. I had went and watched with Vicki Loger, Erin Walstead, and Dallas. It was a fun experience since I have never been to a concert. I had no idea what to expect but it was fun. He was pretty good, but low expectations. His voice wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. He was little more oversized in real life which made me mad because he probably uses that weird junk to make him lose about 20 pounds. I sang along to most of his songs, but what really made me mad is that he sang his less known songs last. It was disappointing, I had a fun time with other friends though. The fair is always fun with friends, but not when Lee Brice sucks.

I crossed the channel in the hull of a steamer ‘Le Brochet’. I went via La Havre because it was cheaper, but it meant the journey took two days all up. That was a miserable time. Stowed in the fetid saloon of the ship, I was ill throughout the trip. All I remember of the crossing is claustrophobic darkness, punctuated by occasional groaning. Almost a hundred and fifty other third class passengers accompanied me in the saloon. It cost less than a cabin, and so the saloon attracted the motley poor like a free Church lunch. In the squalid space there was just enough room to lie down. I passed the journey with a bucket next to my head, into which I periodically retched. I was in good company; almost all the saloon dwellers were likewise occupied. We weren’t allowed on deck – only passengers with a cabin could go above. While they restored themselves in the fresh air, we remained in the stifling dark below. Slowly time ebbed away below deck. Bucket in hand, vomit in bucket. Sweaty darkness all around.

All I could hear was the ringing of my ears and the feeling of my head against the dashboard. As I glared up I could see my beautiful babes next to me but she was yelling something. The front window was cracked and small pieces of glass filled the car. Then the sound of yelling and every other sense came back to me in a rush. And just beyond the car was a black SUV that came to a screeching stop with their grinding engine suddenly stopping. Men filed out of the car in all black suits armed to the teeth, one man stood alone between them for he was the one wearing a red tie, he called out saying, “ shut your engine off now or we’ll fire!” I looked over to my babes in the passenger seat she look scared, I slowly caressed her cheek and brushed

"I don't know, was that okay?" He asked, like he realized what he did was forward and he didn't know if he could push his luck that much.