Strangers In The Dumpster-Personal Narrative

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

I come across a rear projection TV on the side of the road one day, load it up, and take it home. I eagerly spend a good four hours stripping it down and saving as much as I can. I end up with a 48” fresnel lens, two hefty speakers, a couple large capacitors, three glass lenses, and a glass mirror. Left over is a box of electronic waste and the particle board skeleton of a TV. I take the electronics to my local electronics recycling center, and set the wooden frame on the curb. I took 70 lbs. of trash and turned it into 10 lbs. of treasure ripe for projects, 30 lbs. of recyclables that would have gone to a landfill, and 30 lbs. of refuse that I had fun

Driving a car is not always what most teenagers think it is. Most beginning drivers drive uncontrollably because they think as if they are race car drivers. When I thought I was a race car driver, I drove without thinking, which cost me a trip in the ditch. You never realize how frightening a car wreck is until you experience one.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

It wasn’t as if I had much of a choice. Actually there was, but this would settle things once and for all. Although, there were assurances, from the legal team of the best criminal attorney’s in the country, that there was nothing to worry about, a small chance is still a chance. I did discharged a firearm and my father did thrashed Gilbert something awful in front of witnesses, and my father did take over Tilley pharmaceutical in a wonderfully barbaric corporate takeover. What did work in my favor was me constantly speaking out at every opportunity the reason for my anger.

Power, It surged through my veins as I took her life. I felt no remorse only happiness. Soon they would understand. I know they will. I stared down at her lifeless body. Time to take my trophy. I grabbed my little letter opener and cut out a small portion of her silky golden hair, tucking away the lock in a small bag and putting it in my box along with the others. Oh, I almost forgot, I set the little orange, now empty, bottle next to her. Now for the not so fun part the letter. I took my gloved hand and grabbed her limp one, placing it on the pencil once that was done I began to forge “ her” letter. Dear family and friends i’m sorry it had to end this way but I could no longer endure the pain… I started. I’ve been wearing a mask for so long and I was so tired I couldn’t truly be me… I love you all goodbye Winter ❤❤❤. Done I have studied her handwriting for so long now it feels so natural as i sign her signature. I kept imagining everyone's reaction oh they would be devastated and so confused on how they didn’t catch the “signs”. This feeling was so euphoric, I felt truly alive if for only a short moment. Anyways I got to get to calculus see you next time xoxo Angelo della Morte.

The score was tied 2:2, and the clock was winding down like a time bomb. I had the ball. I dribbled it past the halfway line on the left side of the field, and saw my teammate who I will call Bob on the other side of the field. Bob was slower than a turtle, and he would not have the speed necessary to beat the defense, so instead of passing to him, I booted the ball as hard as I could, towards the opposing goal. The ball curved towards the right, and hit the top left corner of the net. I had scored!

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

What thoughts have I tonight as I walk emptied handed and no one to be arm in arm with as I navigate the LA streets. I envy the young man wiping out on his skateboard. Look at the concern on the young woman’s eyes. She looks on with a frown. Still, he makes her laugh with his imitation of the Zombie’s walk. How much happiness is contained in the rivulets of his blood that hardens along the shin of his wounded kneecap?

My SOUL, Josh Fleisher, that i had last year did a nice job with me being an incoming student. I would like to be able to have the same opportunity as he did and make the transition from high school to college go much smoother than it would be at other schools. Im hoping to gain friendships with some of the incoming freshman, but also hope to gain work ethic and break out of my shell. I was quiet in high school and would like to branch out and help others that are transitioning and make it much easier on them. Also to meet other souls that may be connections and close friends that ill have for the rest of my life is truly remarkable to me. Im hoping to gain experience among working with others regarding performing scenes for the incoming students or just being able to talk with the incoming families about what Miami is like and how incredible it can be, purely on how you make it.

He was sitting in a squeaky leather chair. He wanted to bounce or rock, but he hated the noise the chair made. Gilbert tugged at the strands of his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. The lights on the ceiling hurt his head. He could hear his father's voice in the hallway, along with Ludwig's small cries. White bits of hair tangled in his fingers. Gilbert's father was whispering to the nurse, gesturing to Gilbert, and keeping Ludwig from eating her hair.  Gilbert stared down the hallway, playing with his fingers as he listened.

After Finals, I came back to San Pedro for the summer. You wouldn't think the place would have changed that much in a year, but it sure as hell felt like I was living in another country. Most of the guys I went to high school had moved on by then and the whole town seemed so fucking strange.

This summer, was probably the summer i enjoyed most. Mostly because of the “Night Adventures” with my friends, and I am proud to say that I was one of the first people to start this. You would expect us to be messing with people's stuff and keeping the neighbors up late at night, and I am not saying we didn't do that, I am saying we were not “normal” teenage boys, because most of the stuff we did consisted of exploring abandoned houses, talking while sitting on a trampoline, and driving around our town blasting a heavy metal version of “Let it go”, we were pretty much harmless. Our parents really didn't understand why this seemed fun to us, mostly because we avoided telling them exactly what

Unfortunately, in one’s life there could be negative experiences or instances that could affect how we think about certain situations. These instances may sometimes be called a life lesson. We keep these lessons in the back of our minds so that if we are ever brought to a similar negative situation that we remember what happened the last time and we act most likely trying to change the previous results to your favor. Whether getting bitten by a dog as a child and thus creating an imminent fear of dogs or even running down the stairs and tripping and falling making you be wary to walk slower next time.

I’m Natasha, your plain-looking, introverted High School student. How could I mess things up so bad? Wait, wait. Let me tell you what happened from the very beginning.