Six Months-Personal Narrative

When we arrived at the house, I stood there for about five seconds before knocking on the door. They didn’t answer at first, so I knocked again, harder, and then saw the handle start to move. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched the door slowly open. The face that greeted was one of a two year old, and as I looked up I saw her father standing over her.

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.

On my way across the street to visit Debbie, I noticed her truck was not in the driveway. I rang the doorbell but no one had answered. Later then for three weeks I had walked to her house to see if she was home. Then after many weeks of waiting, at about 7:34 PM, I walked over

At the bottom of the stairs there is a wall because you have to turn left to go down more stairs. I had hit that wall. I felt completely fine, but then I started to get up and felt that my left arm wasn’t following what I was telling it. I look to my left and find that my arm is hanging back in a position that it isn’t supposed to be able to be in. I couldn’t move. I couldn't stop staring at my arm. What had I done to my arm? The only word that I was able to utter was,”Wow.”

2006 was arguably the worst year of my life. At the tender age of eight I moved to live in Indianapolis with my aunt, my uncle, and their six kids. It was all very shocking and sudden. One day I’m playing happily at my home and the very next day my belonging are being packed and I ‘m being shipped to live in Indianapolis. The move left me feeling abandoned, unwanted, and unloved. I put on a brave face and locked the emotions inside myself. I struggled to make friends and comprehend the material being taught. I felt alone in a house filled with loving, open, and accepting family. That loneliness became a constant in my life. I began lashing out towards the ones who were trying to help me until finally I talked with my Aunt. Who I had more in

It was a breezy, warm, peaceful day. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow. the clouds stretched long across the sky, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. While my little bro Aj and I were biking around the neighborhood, our mom yelled out “CHASITY! AJ! Come inside now!” “Dinner time hah Aj?” I asked. “Hopefully, I’m hungry!” he replied while biking full speed towards home. When we got there, turns out dinner was still cooking, so me and Aj just sat on the couch in the living room with our parents. “Aj, Chasity, your dad and I have something to tell you.” mom said. Then dad replied with a stern look “Your mother and I, have decided to move to California…” “We are going to start packing soon… And we’re leaving around August 18.” I had a mini heart attack, “WHAT?! YOU NEVER TOLD US! I had plans with my friends already for the upcoming school year...” I thought to myself sadly. Shocked by the news, I just said “Ok.” and walked to the hallway to pet my fluffy dog Rexx for comfort. While petting him, I felt a lump under his fur on his hind leg. I thought nothing of it, and kept on petting him.

It was okay in the beginning, I’d befriended her daughter Heather because she was so close in age, and it was nice, like having a sleepover every night. Derrick’s girlfriend though, was okay at first but I’d begun to notice how my home was changing. I didn’t have a bed, I shared my thin foam mat with a girl I barely knew, we never had food in the house and we definitely weren’t allowed to eat without permission, my pets weren’t allowed inside the house, and suddenly we were supposed to be a family, but I’d never felt so alienated in my own home til they came along. Eventually I grew tired and much too distraught to hold on any longer, our father-daughter relationship was slipping through the cracks of a broken family. I remember my last day with him, parts of it so vivid and others not so much, I remember the agony of sitting in my closet, feeling alone and abandoned, I sobbed so hard that I felt nauseas, I’d been calling out, screaming for him to notice me, to care that I was broken inside, but he’d left me there. I grabbed all my all the belongings I could stuff into one bag and left, that afternoon I was exhausted crying myself to

I felt someone rubbing my arm slowly up and down. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch with… Katy was snuggled up against me and held my arms in place as if I was a blank or if I would ever think to move them from cradling her. Oh, but the man’s deep harsh voice that now rattled my brain had me frozen in place and in serious pain. Katy covered most of my face from where she laid in front of me as we spooned, but I could see (who had to be her dad) on the wall size TV looking at the two of us huddled closely together.

It was four years ago. After that, I haven't even touched the skin of the opposite sex." He also went on to explain that prior to his four-year dry spell, he was in a two-year relationship that went bad due to his inability at the time "to give her overflowing love" and be considerate. Most of those feelings, he stated, stemmed from having so many worries about his future at that point in his

It was a normal day in the city of Seattle. Meredith and her friends were outside playing a game of tag. All the sudden it began to rain just like every other day in Seattle. Meredith wasn't thinking and began to run in the rain. While running she fell on her arm and it ended up breaking. The pain she was in was something no one ever wanted to feel. It was like waiting for the one you love being taken from you in slow motion. That was the pain.Her first reaction was to hold her arm and look at how wrong

E.L. (4 years, 10 months) is in the dramatic center he is crawling on the floor making cat sounds

Then I got out of it. I thought no one would ever love me. Because I'm so fucked up. Then you came along and showed me happiness, and what it felt like to smile and not pretend.

Jo has ignored me for the past three months. He's been hanging out with other people, instead of me.

Carl jumped into bed and I closed the door and turned the Light out. I crawled into bed with him and cuddled up to him.He looked down at me with a smile on his face. I looked up at him and asked "What's the smile about?" "Nothing Bailey god can I not smile?" He asked playfully I rolled my eyes and warned him "Grimes." He said "Okay okay sorry." I laid there looking up at Carl while my head was laid on his chest. I stayed there looking into him eyes.Then I sat up and placed my lips on his. "I love you Carl." I turned over and said "Good night Grimes." a few minutes passed and I heard "I love you too Dixon." I smiled before I fell into a dreamless

I move one arm, try to move my other and pain hits me. A hiss escapes from my mouth and I let my arm hang limp. I push myself up with my right arm, my dominant one, the action reminding me about the backpack on my shoulder.