Serena Campbell-Personal Narrative

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

Bethany Hamilton screamed "I got attached by a shark". Her friend Alana, her dad Holt, and her brother Bryan rushed to get to her. Holt got there first, staring at her arm being gone, but stops because he knew if he didin't hurry she would die of blood loss. Bryan called 911, and waited for the ambulance. When the ambulance came, they rushed to get her to the hospital. A couple of hours went by, Bethany got out of surgery. After all the visits and stuff she asked when can she get back in the water? The Doctor said it would take a long time for her to get use to having only one arm. The doctor talked a lot but all she could think of was the ocean. Thats when she made a promise to be on a surfboard by Thanksgiving Day.

"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.

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

The front door chimed at Theron & Son’s Tuxedo Shop as the proud African-American Mr Hayden Lewis was trailed by his aloof muscular college freshman son, Jayden. Jayden’s only sibling, Cassie, was to get married the next morning; he just flown-in for her wedding against his feelings to her soon-to-be husband.

to herself as “leftovers” which may tell us she views herself as less than she once was. She feels

“All you gotta do is open yo legs!” Said the boy I had only seen a couple of times around school before. I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. I was hoping for this moment to end. The smell of weed and cigs filled the air. It was a beautiful day outside and yet all I could hear was cars and buses rushing by. This is how I knew no one would hear my cry for help.

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

Sitting with my laptop in the front room of my house, I nervously wait for one of my church youth leaders to arrive. Family pictures smile from the wall above the dusty piano and colorful patterns burst from pillows thrown haphazardly on the old, brown couch. At last, I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, revealing a woman standing at the door. Seeing her cheerful smile, I begin to relax. What was I so worried about? This is Emily Wilson, an amazing, wonderful woman. I lead her over to sit on the couch, taking my place across from her. Despite her apology for being so “gross” in her purple tank top and black workout leggings, she has an aura of confidence and cheerfulness that leaves no room for my own nerves.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

For her memory to fade from our lives like a dream; Our lips need not speak when our hearts mourn sincerely, For grief often dwells; Where it is seldom seen.

"Junior year is the year you find out who you really are." That's what I have heard from previous juniors in my two years of high school. I had started to believe they were right but didn't want to settle with it until it happened to me. I have been friends with Ally since we were pre-school age. We had briefly lost touch for the past few years but began to reconnect once we had more classes together. After her first day of softball practice, Ally came to me and said, "Kelsey, the new girl on the softball team, is just so annoying. Like, I can't stand her."

Bailey James Kummet entered my life at the age of eleven. I had met him through a friend, she had forgotten his number and begged me to message him for her later on in the afternoon, I did her the favor expecting that to be the end of it. I would have never thought that this random boy would become such a major part of my life.

The mother's road to finding closure over her son's death is much longer than her husband's. Her feelings throughout the poem are of

Miss Meela wailed underneath her broad brimmed hat as the pallbearers lowered the casket, carrying her young kin. Just twenty four months of life before death came upon the home, leaving nothing but remnants of sorrow and despair in the little village in Cascade. Her wide eyes a bloodshot red welled up with salty tears as blankets of raw dirt covered the cream mahogany casket. When the casket hit the soft soil at the bottom of the hole, her round face bore a sadness that no one at the procession, not even her closest of kin can take away. One woman placed her hands gently on Miss Meela’s broad shoulders handing her a fresh tissue to soak up the tears from her swollen eyes.