Sonuvabitch-Personal Narrative

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

Education and school. Some of you are now grimacing at the prospect of being trapped inside a classroom. Others are now thinking what I wouldn’t do to be able to go back and start all over again. Now don’t worry, I’m not going to convince you that you should love school. My job isn’t to change your perspective on school like a politician would do.

Plip Plop goes the pitter patter of the rain on the freshly cut grass on the sidewalk leading to the inside of the school. I walk slowly to my locker as my friends and I talk about the football game that was going to be playing after school. I open my locker and grab my books out of it. I shove my fat backpack and heavy jacket into it and run before the first bell rings. I plop my books onto the desk next to Samantha Miller, the most popular girl in school. She instantly starts talking. Especially first period. Social Studies is the worst to have in the morning. Getting up early in the morning, to come to school all groggy only to hear about a bunch of old dead people who apparently just couldn’t stop asking for freedom. Like STOP LIVING IN THE PAST.

My eyes shoot open as I am thankfully ripped from that nightmare. Wow, after about two years I still manage to still have nightmares. It’s been two years since we were thankfully able to leave the isle of the lost, and come to the United States of Auradon. It’s been two years that I have attended Auradon prep and sadly my last year because, I am graduating. We all started our sophomore year and thankfully when school just started, if we hadn’t we would probably wouldn’t be graduating with our friends and my boyfriend. It’s been two years since Ben and I started dating and ever since then I have never been happier. Things have been amazing and being with him is the best thing ever. However, I guess I can’t really say that everything has been

Throughout my entire childhood and now of being in school, was like having someone holding a gun to my head forcing me to go. The gun was my mother and her bullets were her words, so every day she pulling the trigger for me to get to school. There was no option of me staying in to watching television, staying in bed, or even staying in my night gown till the next school day. There was none of that, even if I tried to miss the bus she leash her rapid bullets for the whole drive there. Every day I had an excuse not to wake up at 530 in the morning to get ready for school, it was horrible. Now imagine, being woken up already showered, dress, eaten breakfast and yet you still don’t have the energy, mind set, or soul to go to school. Let me give

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

There has to be some of the dumbest people ever that go to school. It might just be me, but I can't stand some of the people. It’s almost like they want to make people's life harder. I know I can't be the only one who notices these obnoxious people. I’m not trying to be mean or anything, but I don’t know how some of these kids made it this far into high school.

So it’s Monday again worst day of the week, and the first day of school thats when everything is horrible for me. When you walk through those doors to Dogwood high school ( which is literally hell on planet Earth ) all of your positive feelings or vibes just disappear. I hate that school so much not because of the work, or the homework, or the teachers, its the students that make me dislike school so much. People can be so mean and nobody even really knows me besides my best friend Blair Rhodes, pretty much my only friend to be exact.

It has been one year since the passing of my dear friend Stephen Gregory Cord. I met Steve on February 20, 2010 when I went to his house to pick up some audio equipment that I purchased from him online. It seems like I knew him for a lot longer than 4 years but that is what my saved email correspondence with him indicates. Steve and I were kindred spirits. We hit it off immediately and Steve quickly became a member of our family. He shared holidays with us, including Thanksgiving and Christmas. Steve also shared his passion for hi-end audio with me through advice and numerous modifications to my stereo equipment. In August of 2014 he asked that I be the executor of his estate should he pass away. Steve had a lot of health issues and

It was a monday morning and I was tired because I stayed up all night watching the new The Walking Dead episode. I go to the Detroit Community High School which is a couple of streets away from my house. It’s a pretty decent school and I have heaps of good friends their but their are a couple of losers at the school. I started the day of with maths. Ehhhh I hate maths, its is the worst subject ever especially when Mr. Anthony teaches it. His voice is so boring I have literally nearly fallen asleep in class on multiple occasions because I was so bored. His tone doesn't change he just keeps on talking in the same monotone

My favorite and my only concert I’ve been to was when I went and watched Lee Brice at the Sioux Empire Fair. I had went and watched with Vicki Loger, Erin Walstead, and Dallas. It was a fun experience since I have never been to a concert. I had no idea what to expect but it was fun. He was pretty good, but low expectations. His voice wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. He was little more oversized in real life which made me mad because he probably uses that weird junk to make him lose about 20 pounds. I sang along to most of his songs, but what really made me mad is that he sang his less known songs last. It was disappointing, I had a fun time with other friends though. The fair is always fun with friends, but not when Lee Brice sucks.

I would like to tell you something new happening yesterday. There was a little talk between two of my friends who are living next dorm. It was almost half past eleven while other students had been sleeping. However, this two dudes, Holden, and Stradlater seemed like having a certain fight which was loud enough that I could nearly hear every single word and detail.

The fresh aroma of cinnamon rolls filled my nostrils and I heaved a deep sigh of pleasure. Carefully, I pulled them from the oven, a steady flow of steam rising off of them. I laid the tray carefully on the counter and stood back to look at the beauty of my creation. Eight, symmetrical cinnamon rolls lined up on a silver tray, just praying to be eaten. I grabbed the bowl of frosting and poured the thick, creamy, white substance over them, watching it slide like honey. I smiled with satisfaction. This is where I loved to be. Where I wanted to be. In the kitchen, whipping up something spectacular, watching the magic that I could create with just my hands. The different colors and textures and smells were outstanding combinations capable of overwhelming

With tennis shoes tight on my feet, my legs begin to pound into the pavement on my road. My feet race on, one right after another, along the road. It isn’t long before something feels wrong. I can’t tell what it is. My gate seems off, and my legs seem almost more free. I keep looking at the world racing by me. Sun and blue skies warm my face, and chirping birds keep me company. A summer day couldn’t be better. Then, it strikes me. How could I have not noticed it before? The free legs! The chirping birds! It all seems so obvious now. I reach my hand down to my pocket to confirm the growing suspicion in my mind. Upon contact with the empty pocket, my suspicions are confirmed. I had forgotten my phone. How could I go for a run without one of my favorite podcasts? I suddenly

Everyone’s eyes roll in sync at the statement. I glance over to the wooden exit, shut before me, closing me back in. The melodrama takes over. Turning my gaze to the clock, I let out an exasperated sigh. With a painstaking seven minutes still left of this horrific class. I can instantaneously hear the scoff from my parents at the mere thought of disdain towards a class. They would probably scold at me saying