Suffering-Personal Narrative

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one . . . just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had” (1).

Well this year was a hell of a year. I mean, i didn't pass any of the semesters but i did observe a ton of stuff that went on in the class. The class in general was pretty lit. Every day went by and i honestly did some work. The class was ready to learn as mrs g was ready to teach. I mean yea we had some days were we didn't want to learn anything and there were also days when mrs g didn't want to teach. But ima be honest, doing the work we did wasn't in my best interest. Most of the projects we did in class i worked on, but at the end i didn't end up liking how i did it so i wouldn't even bother turning anything in. like the obituary we had to write about ourselves. I liked the meaning behind this but honestly i didn't want to work on that because it just brought back memories of my friends that were killed.

Soon enough, I started to believe them; by the conclusion of fourth grade, I felt worthless. When I learned that I would be transferring schools, I saw redemption. That summer, I exchanged novels for magazines; I went on extreme diets to lose weight as if cutting pounds could cut the memories of abuse from my head. Going into fifth grade, I found myself googling “How to be Normal” in an attempt to abandon my identity; fifteen pounds and a miniskirt later, I had all but done so.

Kenzie spun the wheel after everything calmed down and we were finally able to breathe. Her game piece moved to a gray space. I spun the wheel afterwards, meeting a gray space as well. Joel was next and he spun the wheel, just missing red by one space. Kenzie spun the wheel, and her tombstone moved 8 spaces and stopped just in front of Joel's. She landed on red. We looked at each other, the dead silence adding to the suspense as she took a red card from the deck. She read it slowly, her hands were noticeably shaking as she held the card in her hand.

The day went on, and I felt like crying for the rest of the day. I also had a bad stomach ache. I went home and asked my mom,"Guess what happened today?"

The monsters were put into my head that morning directly from the pulpit of the Methodist Church down the street from our house. The red faced guest preacher shouted, shook his fists, and said were out to get everyone and take us to a place called Hell if we sinned. I had no idea what sinning was or where Hell was but they sounded like things best avoided, especially by a kid like me.

My thoughts have condensed into a tangled mess, and a steady stream of coldcoldcold is all that’s coherent. Huddling atop my bed (hardly a bed; it’s near indistinguishable from cardboard and paper) is all I’m capable of in this state.

Bang! A metal ball slammed into the concrete wall behind me after I ran to avoid it. I was panting and shaking due to the side effects of the drug being tested on me. There was a crackling sound, then a voice spoke through the speakers. "Subject thirteen, we’ll be firing the last round now and it would be in your best interest to dodge it like the previous." There was a few seconds of peace before they shot it off. It flew toward me at an alarming rate and even with this drug drastically increasing my speed; I could not avoid it. It slammed into my chest and knocked me back several feet whilst the feeling of my ribs splintering and breaking overtook my senses. The immense amount of pain was surely over 50 dels and more than enough to knock

I wasn’t really surprised by the budget of the floats. Every year homecoming had become treated more like a holiday in East Bay and each year more extravagant. But in all the excessiveness, I didn’t anticipate I would be seated, getting my makeup done while my peers switched to hair and costumes. Was this high school or a film set? I watched as Jason helped Justin situate a shark head on his crown. They seemed to be having difficulty placing it on and laughing about it. It made me relieved to see Jason in a better spirit. Jason didn’t look as drained either. Perhaps all this supernatural stuff was withdrawing away from our lives.

'It is a cold, dark, night. I just got off of work, late once again. I’m supposed to get off of work at six thirty , tonight I got off at nine thirty. Therefor, I now have to walk in the dark by myself in the worst part of town. Of course this is happens to be the shortest way. I start to near the park. The dim lighting and buzzing of the cheap lightbulbs struggling to stay on, gives an eerie feeling. The wind howling doesn't make it any better. Also mentioning the fact that it brings the horrid stench of the sushi shack, or rotting fish. It makes me want to puke. I pull my hoodie up to protect my ears from the wind. I keep walking at a brisk pace, I want to get out of here. As I am walking I hear faint foot steps.They are quiet but quick.

In second grade at Blue River Elementary School, my friend Peyton and I were not very good friends. One day Peyton's mom came in to eat lunch with her. In elementary school, we could pick a friend to eat with us in the back room with our parents. That day Peyton chose me to eat lunch with her which was surprising because I didn't really know her. At lunch, we learned a lot about each other. At recess, we played with each other without anyone else. The next day her mom came again and she happily picked me. That day was like magic because from that day on we were best friends. Even though we had been friends since preschool we didn't officially know each other until that time. We now say that we were meant to become best friends and

I never thought missing someone could hurt so much, but the sorrow and darkness is growing inside me, I can think straight anymore the pain is overwhelming every day It hurts more and more and It all started because of one idiotic, stupid man. I can't stop the crash playing over and over in my head as I see my parents burning alive and screaming, calling out my name louder and louder until it all just goes quiet.

Watching the men roll up on them was a somewhat surreal experience. First, they did not immediately open fire—that was always a pleasant surprise. Next, they began to speak in alarmingly calm and collected tones and allowed the woman—Lyra Caspari, by her word—to tell "their story." And what a story it was, a tale of poor luck and quick thinking presented in such a disarming, demure, deferential tone that Kirin could not help but stifle a laugh.

As I walk out of the house in the morning for school in the morning, I am haunted by what I saw the night before. What I saw broke my heart. Being in kindergarten and starting a new chapter in my life should have been exciting for me and my family. But it was constant tears and fear of the end of the day. I didn’t want to go home. I was scared of what would happen. It first started when my dad left for work and didn’t come back till the next day.

My freshmen and sophomore year, I had my first real boyfriend. I was completely and totally in love with this guy, he changed me in ways that I’m proud of and ways that I’m not proud of. I revolved my world around him, which wasn’t a good idea. After almost two years of dating, we broke up and it literally shattered my world. During our relationship I became friends with his friends and I even considered one of them my best friends, so when we broke up I didn’t only loose him, I lost all of them as well. It felt so awful to all of a sudden have everything, and then just lose everything in a day. A couple of weeks later, I found out that my best friend was actually dating my ex boyfriend. I couldn’t believe that a person could betray someone like that, especially after everything that she and I went through together. I’m not proud of the events that happened after all of this, and I’m not proud of how I let them change me. The one thing that saved me was my family; they saved me in ways I can’t even explain. They gave me hope and a new life for me that I am extremely grateful for. I’ve learned to be wiser when it comes to picking friends, and choosing who to put my trust in. I also became a stronger person, I don’t let people walk all over me or I don’t let people control my life anymore.