Revealed-Personal Narrative

Could you ever imagine driving twenty-two hours in a suburban with eight people? Although it was incredibly cramped, and tortuous, I was going to my favorite place… Florida. We were going with our neighbors, who I grew up with, traveled with, and basically did everything with. Our moms had decided to do a last minute trip to Florida and planned everything out the night before. We always did vacations on spring break, but this vacation my mom told me by surprise, at seven A.M.

It all had started on a breezy, fall morning in the outskirts of the city in New York. Mary had just gotten off the bus from school, and was now walking down the gravel road to her home in the woods. As she stood in front of her fifteen-hundred square foot Victorian, she instantly knew, she was going to regret coming home that day. She walked hesitantly up the crunching gravel to the front door, where she stood in front of the brass door knocker, the only remaining implement from when this house first stood. Mary could already hear her mother in the house. She was singing her favorite song from when she was a kid, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Mary had loved it since she was just a child, but now, it was a song she despised. Her mother had stopped singing it to Mary when her father had passed, about twelve years ago. But when the voices started to devour her mother, that was always the song she turned to, and it always calmed them. Mary twisted the knob and walked inside, instantly smelling the aroma of lemon juice and bleach. Mother was having one of her “days”. She strolled into the kitchen, expecting the after school snack her mother always left on the counter in the big, ceramic, black bowl her father had made. To her surprise, it was completely empty, not even a crumb left big enough for a mouse. This was not like her mother, she thought, even when she was having one of her “days” there had always been a delectable treat awaiting her consumption after school when she

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

“Where are we going?” She then looked at me and said, “We’re moving to Texas.” Out of all places, Texas? We lived in southern California our whole lives, so moving to Texas was definitely a shock to me. “What about our family and friends?” Her eyes began to water, so I knew talking about it further would only make things worse. Texas. It was stuck in my head and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The more I thought of it, the worse it sounded. The worst part was that it was so sudden, so it didn’t seem real. Because my parents are divorced, I spent the weekends at my dad’s house. He was torn that I was leaving Riverside, which of course meant that weekend visits would turn

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

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*

The car's wheels caress the highway lovingly. I forget the rumble of the cars behind for a moment, instead focusing on the insignificant touching of the wheels and ground. My sister sat at the wheel seemingly waiting for some kind of sign, waiting for me. She spoke, “Are you excited about moving back to Meetleburg?” As if, I am leaving behind all that I have worked for in the past four-teen years! I stayed silent to the dismay of my sister.

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.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

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.

I leaned over Susie’s shoulder to see that the letter was from the airport Ma and Pa had used. I slowly read it and my heart felt as if it has just ripped into a million pieces. It said, I am very sorry to report to you that Mr. and Mrs. Keller have been killed in a plane crash. I didn't know what to say or do! Why did this have to happen to our family? How are we going to be able to live with only one job to support all three of us? We had no money, no family and a very small house! That night we all took it into realization that we all were going to have to step up our game and work as hard as we can. As I was falling asleep in bed I thought to myself that we were going to need to find food somehow even if it was a

This little devil like boy was featured in a hilarious comedy that I unfortunately missed out on until I was thirteen years old, because my parents believed it to be too profoundly inappropriate for a young mind like mine. Me being me, I continued watching it anyways. This character has always stood out to me as my favorite. He never behaved how he was supposed to, nor did he seem to love anyone, but that’s what made me like him even more. He’s always making up evil plans to annihilate his mother or ruin others lives. He loves to create new weapons and technology that will help aid in his plan to rule the world. He even has a time machine that he uses to get himself into some unfortunate situations. From completely changing the entire

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.