Right Or Wrong?-Personal Narrative

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

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.

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

I jumped out of my bed like a missile and looked out the window so fast that I almost hit my head in the window. I watched all the cars that was passing by. My uncle came to my room and asked me “what is happing here?” he looked at my calendar it was Saturday the day that my dad comes back. “Jonny, I have to talk to you” I looked at him and walked on my bed towers him. He sat on my bed and explained to me that my dad had lied to me that he’ll come back because that sound that I heard at night was your dad fighting with your mom for me, she herds that my dad was mad at me just for a slice of bread so my parents divorced. I looked at my uncle’s eyes, my heart almost stopped, tears slide down my face. I was in my room crying for my dad to come back for 2 hours. Nothing was the same without my dad. When I came back home from school, I cried “I’m here dad … oh” I was alone with my uncle. All the paintings that me and dad were on my wall, I used my step stole to take down the pictures and put it in a shoebox. I could not believe that he abandon me…by a

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

It was the day of Allie’s funeral and I wasn’t going. I mean I would’ve, it’s not like I wasn’t invited and all, but I was just in the hospital. I had broken my hand when I smashed all those stupid windows in the garage. But none of that matters anyway, Allie was dead and he was never coming back. Mom had come in to my room this morning all dressed in black and she just held on to me and started crying. She said, “It’ll get better before you know it Holden”. I just smiled and let her hold me, but I knew she was lying. I hated her a little for saying that. She and I both knew it would take a long time before anything got better. After letting go of me and wiping her face with a tissue

She said she needed to talk to my dad about something and that i should go inside for now. I knew something was wrong but at that time it didn’t add up to be this scenario. I watched it through the blurry kitchen window like a movie scene, my mom broke the news to my father and the tears streamed down his face. I automatically knew what was happening and to this day i don't remember how but i guess i had put the clues together before my father had or he cared for my mother more than she thought he had. After a while my father opened the door and said that my mother had something to tell me, i began sobbing and he kept asking “why are you crying? Cheyanna what are you crying for?” He hadn’t yet known that i knew what was happening and i didn’t want to accept the truth. We walked outside into what should’ve been a perfect summer day with the blue sky peeking through the trees as the wind rustled the leaves. My mother told me she was leaving my dad, she gave me no reason and i don’t recall her even crying or showing sympathy for

Dan was an ordinary 13 year old boy. Dan hated school just like most people in the 8th grade of Rocky Silvers Middle School. He had a few friends, but they didn’t talk to him. They just didn’t bully him so Dan liked them. Many people knew who Dan was, not as the popular, nice, awesome kid, but as the kid to tyrannize everyday.

I panicked because I didn’t want her to cry again. I didn’t want her to cry anymore. I told her to stop, but her soft tears went into loud sobs. I started crying because I was petrified. I felt nervous, and my hands felt clammy. My hands were still cold. The rain was still pouring. My brother was still sleeping. But why can’t I be still? I reached my fingertips to her cheek so I could wipe her tears away. At first, she cried even more, but as I wiped more tears, she started to calm down. Then I felt calm. I felt her heavy breathing, her chest heaving from her loud sobs. She finally stopped crying, so I stopped too. She breathed in deeply a few times and exhaled so hard like the pain would leave from her body. Her eyes were on the road, and her hands were tightly gripped to the steering wheel. Her hands were exactly at the ten and two positions. She wore her pretty blue shirt that sheered at the sleeves with small black roses. It nicely clung to her delicate frame. She even wore her favorite hair clip, two flowers with a diamond encrusted at the middle. My mom was so pretty. If it wasn’t from the running mascara, one would think she was definitely breathtaking. Why would anyone make such a pretty face so sad? Why would anyone make my mom sad? I don’t want to see her sad anymore. She felt the intense stare that I was giving her. It probably made her

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, I sat in the kitchen table eating while my mom cleaned the house. The calmness of the house was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, my mom answers. I look over to her and see her face flooded with tears, my heart sank to my stomach, I had never seen her that way before. Stuttering my mom says “hurry get into the car we’re leaving.” She hurries to gather her purse as she yells

Still not thinking anything of it, I just assumed she wanted me home because we were having a family dinner, my dad included. It was a normal dinner, with discussions about how our day went and jokes going around the table. Then directly as we finished eating and all the plates were cleared, I was about to go upstairs to my room when my parents said to sit down and that we needed to talk. I thought this was very strange and I thought to myself maybe this is it. They said the expected, it isn’t your fault, just sometimes things change and don’t work out, nothing will be different and so on. I sat there in silence, until they said they were getting a divorce. Once they said that word, divorce, it hit me. I could feel myself starting to fall into tears, so I just got up and left the table. I couldn’t listen to another word, because it was heartbreaking and I had never felt this sort of pain before. As I said earlier, I had seen it coming for years, but never expected it to actually happen. I began wondering why, why now, in the middle of my highschool years where there is already so much stress. I was angry and I didn’t have anyone to blame, but them. Even though I was very mad at both of my parents, I took most of my anger out on my dad. I was always closer to my mom and I could tell she tried her hardest to make it

There I was, sitting on the garage floor with rivers of tears flowing down my cheeks and my phone pressed lightly against my ear, shaking to the rhythm of my hysterical sobs while I listened to my dad’s calming words “I’ll be home in a minute.”. Before now I had only cried to, or in front of my parents as a small child because I grew up to be more reserved, but this time was drastically different; my sister had pushed me way too far with her careless remarks and hatred.

2. I sat down with the rest of my family, it was 11:50 pm on December 31, 1999. They all were chatting about their plans for the new year, as grandma continued to try and feed me more. "Honey, you're so skinny, have another roll," She complained. I smiled at her, she smelled of mint and cinnamon. " I love you," I reminded her, and she said she loved me more. I looked down at my watch, it was now 11:57pm. I began to look for my boyfriend, I found him

It was 6th grade, during lunch recess. So we were playing football, Dallin M., Parker, Tyler (there were more but they were not part of the incident), and I. Suddenly, Parker thought it would be funny to throw the ball at somebody when they weren’t paying attention, and that somebody was me. I thought Parker new that I was provoked easily, but I guess he must have forgotten.