Snickers-Personal Narrative

On the way home I thought about asking Soda about my essay. I knew Soda would tell me that “it was perfect and that I was so smart”, Darry would say “it needs more information”. When I walked into the house Soda had a weed and a letter in his hand, I thought to myself “It’s very strange for Soda to smoke.” He only smokes when he needs to calm his nerves. When i looked at his face closer he looked happy but mad. I asked “What’s wrong.” He didn’t reply, so I sat down next to him and the letter was from Sandy! The letter said “ Hello Soda i’ve missed you.” “There is something very important that i should have told you a long time ago.” “ I lied when I found out that I was pregnant I was so happy but, I thought that it would hold you back from being you.” That’s when I decided to move to Florida. “ I made you believe that the baby was someone else’s when it’s actually yours.” Right now your baby girl is five months old.” “ Soda i’m really sorry for any pain I caused but, if you want to see her I will give you the money for you and your brothers to come see her.” “ From Sandy.” Soda quickly crumbled up the paper and ran out the door. Shortly after that Darry was home from school.

I nod to him and walk down the long walkway and toward the door and unsurprisingly it was locked. I check out the house and find and open window.

If I was candy I would be a bag of skittles. First, I have many personalities. Each personality is a different color and flavor. Also, everybody likes me. Everybody likes me and everybody likes skittles and nobody can resist. Finally, I can be mean. When I’m mean I can turn into sour skittles and leave a bad taste in your soul. These reasons show why I’m a bag of skittles.

Anxiously waiting in my seat at the Harry Potter Premier, I tasted the rainbow for the first time. As Harry, Hermine and Ron tackled their year at Hogwarts, I enjoyed an explosion of sweet, juicy favors inside of my mouth. I had found my pot of gold. It was like snape had sent Wrigley’s a magic potion and I was under their colorful spell. Never would I watch another quidditch match without a magical packet of delight.

When I was younger my brother would take me with him when he went to put gas in his truck and we always went to the old Flying J in south Willard. When he went in to pay for the gas he would let me come in and get a soda and I would always get a Frostie Blue Cream Soda in a glass bottle. It is memorable because I loved riding in my brother’s truck. Looking back at the memory, I am reminded of a much simpler time before the Interstate came through, when the most stressful part of my day was waiting for my brother to come home from work. Marketers can appeal to my generations’ nostalgic feelings by using glass bottles, bringing back older sodas, or by using family relationships. A script for this consumption activity could be as such: An old

How can it possibly end in one day So much effort had gone into it The wave made him a leader More than he wished to be The students had to end it themselves

Our brand new heater had just stopped working in the dead middle of a blizzard. Icicles clung to the gutters like sloths to branches. The sweet smell of baked blueberry muffins filled the air. Not just any muffins though, the muffins my mom bought at the store. I will never forget what happened on that day. I won't forget the taste of those muffins either. The muffins made the little friends on my tongue smile. The muffins I eat now are those trash Trader Joe muffins. They taste like bricks! I think bricks taste terrible, and I sure think the muffins taste terrible. Two things are true: the Trader Joe muffins are terrible and so was second grade.

I look over and see one of our cats, Marz. I pet his fluffy, orange and white fur, and scratch him under his chin. He purrs just a little harder, just a little louder, and my smile gets a little broader. Marz is the sweetest cat I’ve ever known, always there when your day maybe isn’t the best, and you need someone to talk to. Most of the time he listens, too. He’s the best friend I need at times.

I was walking home from the Bart station in San Francisco one afternoon, heading back to my apartment from work over across the Bay, and walking up the street in front of one of the real classy hotels on Geary Street (The Broadway of SF where all the theaters are). Just before the corner where I turned right (my apartment was right next and above a restaurant which I think it was a Benihana’s) I looked down o the sidewalk in front of me and there, sparkling in the afternoon sun (the fog was strangely absent that afternoon) was a gold bracelet of an intricate design, festooned with diamonds. I looked vintage in origin and the diamonds were not chips but I figured they were probably about a eighth to a quarter karat each, and there were probably 15 or 20 of them.

I weighed out 150 milliliters of potassium chlorate and presented it to my partner. She looked as frightened as the Disney corporation when Miley Cyrus performed her song "Party in the USA". "Christy... I..I.." she stuttered. "You'll do fine." I interrupted. We were being directly watched by a group of fifteen people and indirectly by a group of twenty-five. She wanted me to light the Bunsen burner, but my good thumb was jammed because of volleyball tryouts from the previous week. Instead, I offered her a smile stuffed with motivation and reassurance. Luckily, she took it and used it as energy to complete our experiment. She ignited the Bunsen burner while I scooped the crystalline solid in a tube and fixed the tube over a flame. We awaited for the potassium chlorate to liquefy and

One day i woke up and I felt that something was wrong something was off about him. He didn’t seem normal, to quiet, and wasn’t moving. He wouldn’t walk, wouldn’t budge and he kept falling every time he tried to walk this was a tragedy.

“One day I’m going to be really smart and go to WPI just like my big brother Brian!” I declared one morning as I indulged in a large stack of chocolate chip pancakes. I was a mere six year old girl, my mouth filled with rows of tiny baby teeth and my hair affixed in bouncy ponytails. At the time, I had a very limited view on what WPI was, but that didn’t stop me from proclaiming this proud statement with the most determination my tiny body could muster to anyone who would listen. Admittedly, my main motivation for attending WPI may have been the chocolate chip cookie my brother would award me when I visited his dorm. However, as time has progressed I have come to realize that WPI has a lot more to offer than chocolate chip cookies. In turn, I believe that I am an excellent match for WPI’s unique experience.

Over the course of two days, my kitchen and I worked together to create brownie cookies. The first day consisted of gathering the ingredients, mixing them, and storing them in the refrigerator. The second day was dropping the dough onto cookie sheets and baking them. When the cookies were ready, they were small with cracks on the top layer and moist chocolate seeping from the core. Obviously the cookies were brown due to the amount of cocoa in the cookies. The brownie cookies looked exactly as Ms. Ruela had told us and they smelled deliciously of chocolate.

You never cried like most puppies do that first night home; you slept snuggled up in my arms like you did so many nights to come.

Lila’s eyes became big like saucers and sparkled as she focused on the chocolate chip cookies. I could see the drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. As I watched her chubby arms reach at the cookies, I gave a concerned look at her mother, Camry. They were my neighbors who stopped by to return me a bag of play dough that I lent to them two days ago. My other neighbor gave me those cookies that morning. I had tried only a bite before opening the door for the cute mother and daughter. I could see many sugar crystals shining along the cookie bite mark. I was struggling to decide whether or not to give her a cookie. After all, cookies are mostly carbohydrate and fats, which are considered junk food. Surprisingly, her mother smiled to me and