She's Life-Personal Narrative

However she earlier did not feel a lot of regret for what she did because she was doing what she

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."

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

Marina Carter was ready to take back her life. She deserved more in life than a loveless relationship and a cheating fiancé’. Without a thought, she packed her bags and escaped far away to a private island to plan her new life. Sun, fresh air, and sandy beaches proved to be just what she needed.

50 minutes had passed since Bailey Madison James whom some called Bai and others called BJ. Though when they called her BJ that just pissed her off to the point of no return. Bailey thought it was funny when she'd explode and the looks on people's faces made her day sometime. She just couldn't get enough of it. "I love you." Bailey typed into her phone sending a text message to Calahan not knowing if he was going to get it or not. Even if they fought a lot she always made sure that he knew she loved him. Even if it was a simple text message before bed, a note on his pillow, a note on his plate when he'd come home late. It was just her little way of trying to make things better between them. She hated the fact that all they did was fight including

I don't like Devin all that much, I believe she can do better. Much better. He's not as intellectual as she. He's not nearly as beautiful as Katelyn. He is a slob and she likes things neat. Katelyn says he is kindhearted and has a good sense of humor, but I don't see it. I see him as boring and uptight. I bet he can't even make her feel as good as someone else could. Sometimes when we are watching movies together and he tries to snake and arm around her shoulders I can see how awkward and uncomfortable they are. Katelyn has never been awkward with her boyfriends before, it's just him, they aren't right for each other and everyone knows. She deserves better.

This month Wendy and I talked a lot on the phone. I met up with Wendy once this month, due to the event Sunday getting canceled and the end of the month so soon, I was not able to go visit her again. Wendy and I talked a lot about the weather on the phone. Neither Wendy nor I liked the snow so we loved the warm weather we had a few times this week. When I went over to Wendy’s house, we just sat at her kitchen table and talked. We had a glass of pop. We talked about her game of bowling she did during the week, as well as a movie about dogs she went to see. She said it was kind of sad, but also at the same time, it was funny. We talked about what she had for dinner. Wendy and I are both really picky about our food, so it is nice having

Hi, I’m Jennifer Lawrence. No, not the actress – though I wish I were. I’m just a regular teenager. I’m 17, getting ready for my senior year. The problem for me is that I’m moving from Chicago to LA. And to top that off, I’ll be in a rich celebrity neighborhood. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Why aren’t you jumping up and down for this?!?!’ I’m just not that kind of person that wants a lot of attention. And it’ll be hard to get used to, seeing the paparazzi, maybe even dealing with some myself. At least I’m not famous.

My Essay by Pamela Hines Well I really don’t know where to start so I’m just going to say it, at the age 16 I had to drop out of school to help my mom take care of my sister and brother by me being the oldest. That was one of the hardest thing that I ever had to do and the reason is because I didn’t want to go through with what my mom had to endure in her life 10 kids and not married. So journey begin. Leaving home every day going to be very important to me, it made me fell whole and that my problem would go away. So I get up every morning doing my work around the house. I hate that time of my life. Now it’s a year later and I am 17 and I meet this young man and we begin to date, which he was a very nice guy ,But my mom didn’t want me to date boys because of the situation that she is in.

I’ve always heard the phrase “we were given two ears, and one mouth”, but it never clicked with me until I was much older and had experienced this first hand.

Egg white walls with memory sharers everywhere. I see everything because she has me high up and watches me every day. “She loves me the best.” Shouted the entertainment box. “She carries me everywhere like her life depends on it”. “She throws us everywhere, but she uses us every day.” Loudly whines the band T-shirts behind the shuttered closet doors. “I am above all.” Boomed the body rester, “She absolutely adores me.” Everyone loves their person even though she uses others more than most, they understand she is busy and has crazy monster siblings to take care of but they wish everyone got equal attention like they used to during summer.

Lady B I will call her to protect her identity is a friend of mind. Her behavior with me was more a social group even though it was only the two of us. She shared with me a closer physical relationship than she did with her female or other male friends. It was as if she did not trust her other friends. However, with me, she broke down the space barrier and allowed the playful lean on me after a joke type contact. I thought her demeanor display something more an being friendly. In addition, we barely made eye contact her and I developed an emotional attraction. I believe the eye contact would have taken it to another level for me anyway. We would greet one another with a big smile from there it was none stop

We are walking on a dusty, yellow and orange path. As she steps, I hear the crunch of the dry leaves under her red rain boots. The sunbeams that play between the branches make her look like a fairy. The only thing that she’s missing is a pair of sparkling wings. Her green locks are tangled and messy and she looks like she truly belongs here, so adventurous and fearless.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

Her mind surging with the curiosity, the desire and the determination to know why things had turned out this way.