Revealed-Personal Narrative

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

As he stomped down the hall dressed in all black, I timidly stepped to the other side of the hallway with my head down avoiding any type of interaction. When the sounds of boots and chains faded away, I was overwhelmed with relief. Nothing had calmed me more than this instant; nothing had been more soothing than the sound of pure nothingness. The fear that came over me was like being trapped in a small room with no way out. I felt helpless, defenseless, like something was going to happen to me in that hallway with the boy dressed in black.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

Running as fast I can to get to safety from the crackling fire. Everyone around me is scared some people are running around fighting and yelling all I hear is Ahhh. Others are on the floor crying and don't know what to do this whole situation is the scariest thing that ever happened in my life me myself is trembling inside all I'm trying to do is get to the lake.everywhere I'm goings building crumbling and falling all I hear is skirr boom I'm scared something's gonna fall on me. I walk down the street and I have seen a burned up dead body on the floor I can smell the burnt up flesh I was disgusted and scared. I asked myself will happen to me. I'm a couple blocks away from the lake I'm so happy. Then I turn around and see a shadowy figure

It has been a long time since the people of Corrigan were evacuated. Every one of us had either been relocated or went to stay with family. It is as if the fire burnt the relationships between everyone. That fire was started in the forest and spread through the town like the devil possessed. Houses were burnt, homes were lost but apart from a few minor burns and scratches, no one was seriously injured. Some came back including us but I couldn’t bare bare the bad memories and feeling stirring me up.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I read the message on my phone. People are so heartless these days. I tried so hard not to let the harsh words affect me but they stung. I’ll never forget them. I wanted to know who was doing it. I wanted to know why. It was too much for me to handle. I threw my phone onto my bed and went to take a cold shower and get ready for school.

The following days, before the results, were the slowest and most anxious that I never had before.

Alice did as she was told and pulled a chair up across from Mai. " I wanted to apologize for the other day. I was completely out of line....I tend to fall back into my normal mode when I feel uncomfortable or nervous. Im not sure if you have read my file or anything but my upbringing wasn't what you would call normal...Now im not using this as an excuse....not in the least. My actions were completely derogitoy and uncalled for however I would like you to understand so if it happens again you know." Alice took a deep breath before speaking again. " In the corporate world if you are not the biggest person in the room you need to make yourself the biggest. You do this by insulting bribing or blackmailing any and everyone you can. Its the only

At the beginning of episode one, in the show Reveal the Past, the main character gets into a car crash. Mark and Milla were on their way to Mexico when a truck hit them. Mark almost died but, in episode two, Mila brought him back to life due to the powers that she, later on, realized she had. Once understanding her abilities she helps heal patients, in episode three. While she is curing a patient, nurse Lily a simple person, catches Mila healing someone and assumes she is hurting the patient so she goes to call the police but instead makes a deal.

A group of us candidates were all in perfect formation. For me, it felt like my fate was in the hands of those who were judging me. We stood in the humid musty gymnasium, our parents, our siblings, our friends watching, hoping for the best. Other than the few murmurs overheard from the back room, the building was silent: nobody dared to break it. I remember reflecting back on all of my hours training in the studio with red and blue foam tiles, one wall covered in mirrors, and the words leadership, discipline, and respect plastered above. I thought of the weekly grueling 2 hour sparring sessions in which we would engage in hand to hand combat with red foam head, chest, hand, and foot protection. My goto move against my friend was always a spinning backfist to the head followed by a punch to the chest; I am not sure how, but it worked every time.

“Wait, you need to wave the wand that way not...!” I hollered. A little bit too late. My sister already waved her shiny new wand. She has terrible control over her gleaming new staff that our parents bought for school. She just combined the power of two fire spells and the magic of some kind that I’m not sure of. A flame pole shot from the ground shaking the entire school. With a wave of the teacher’s magical wand, everyone is teleported out into the grassy fields. The school claims that a bottle of potion was made with unknown properties because it was never seen before by any teacher or heard by anyone, which is very rare for a kid to accidently create. The fire faded as quickly as it struck because the building is fireproof. My sister

as we sat down the speaker started to speak and then the choir started to sing and then they called the pastor to come up and say a few words . after that the assistiant principle came up and started calling out the names in order from a to z and we got up and walk to get our diploma . soon as they called my name I immeditly got up and while I was walking up to get my diploma I trip and I got nervous and was shaking all the way back to my seat