Taden Mcintire-Personal Narrative

Furthermore, it almost seemed as though the towns people or so called friends he had would rather hide than face the fact of declining the offer Will was proposing. Why should one man face a group of criminals alone for a town who did not want to stand up for themselves. Even though we would like to say that was his responsibility as an oath he took to protect the town. However, when he tried one last time at the church and the people of the town wanted to hold a debate of what needed to be done. It became clear the town did not want him there and believed he would cause the problem if he

"C'mon Lenick...Keep your chin up" As Chance says as he proceeds to fight his student. "I haven't given up before Chancellor, I won't start now." Lenick then throws a punch to Chance. Chance dodges the punch and takes Lenick's arm, throwing him onto the ground. "You are getting to predictable young apprentice. You have to learn to notice your opponent's maneuvers, not let your opponents see yours. That's what it takes to become a Specialist." Lenick gets back up and ready's himself so does Chance. As Lenick is about to strike, The final bell rings, Chance goes to a rest position, "That is today's class." Chance then walks over to Lenick, "Remember what we talked about, make sure you study your opponent before they have the chance to study you."

Her expansive shoulders lay motionless, Seated with open arms offering its knowledgeability to anyone that walks by. her mind flooded with pure intellect is occupied with Melbourne’s comprehensive history. Before her entry, fixed with boundless glory and pride stands Edmond Barry. Carved with her intricate design to match her exterior, myriad of fiction, mystery and encyclopaedia to acquire ones every need.

The igniting spark between himself and Camila did not dwindle, everlasting and perpetual; a conundrum yet to unfold.

Skylar Evans walked down the corridor to her next class, math. She's always loved math; she loves the fact that math is an everyday priority, so She need to learn as much as she can as soon as possible. As she sat in her chair in a middle row, her so-called-boyfriend, Chris, entered the room. Considering he's a senior, he shouldn't be in there. When he spotted her, a smirk shadowed his lips. He casually walked over to her, taking an empty chair next to her.

In the beginning, Will takes the beating, and lays low. However, after the death of his brother, Sam, and his drunken father’s arrest, he ends up staying with his mother. He turns cold, as if his body was there, but not his mind. Will was an outsider, he had no one to turn to. Because of this label, it resulted to violence.

Spencer Reid was always picked on as a child, and even throughout adulthood. Spencer has always been smarter than the average person around him, with his IQ of 187, and an eidetic memory. Once, when he was only about thirteen years old, one of his old classmates, he had already graduated the year before, asked him to go out with her after he had written her a series of poems that showed his love for her. They planned a place and time to meet, and on the day of those plans the girl stood Spencer up. He thought it was okay though, he never really liked her in the first place, that is what he told himself anyways on the off-chance that his mother or anyone else would ask about how his night went. Spencer doubted anyone would though.

I still recall the balmy November afternoon, when the sun revealed flights of kestrels in the deep blue sky and made the lens of my camera flare. I knew that day would be wonderful, albeit it was rare for a day spent in the swamplands to be anything but. The photographic opportunities seemed endless and the small white-breasted body of the sandpiper was right within my grasp, or the viewfinder of my camera, at the very least. It was also the day I met a very interesting character by the name of Jim Saddler, composed yet excitable. Wise beyond his years. The moment he arrived on my doorstep, I knew we were two kindred spirits, united in our keen eye for birds. I must admit, I was unsure of what the nature of our relationship would be. The possibility

"Junior year is the year you find out who you really are." That's what I have heard from previous juniors in my two years of high school. I had started to believe they were right but didn't want to settle with it until it happened to me. I have been friends with Ally since we were pre-school age. We had briefly lost touch for the past few years but began to reconnect once we had more classes together. After her first day of softball practice, Ally came to me and said, "Kelsey, the new girl on the softball team, is just so annoying. Like, I can't stand her."

“I’ll be right back, guys! I just need a breath of fresh air,” announced eighteen-year-old Alan Fenton as he walked out of the raucous party into the quiet backyard, taking out his inhaler as he went. His graduation party was just getting started, with around a hundred of Edison High School’s students already attending and even more arriving every minute. As valedictorian of all his classes, the captain of both the basketball and football teams, and the recent receiver of a scholarship to UCLA, Alan knew he had a reason to celebrate. It was great timing too, as his parents were at a Justin Bieber concert with his 16-year-old sister Sandy. The cheers from his house grew louder as his best friend and part-time DJ, Chris Waker, turned up the strains of Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen”. Alan grinned as he turned around and went back inside the house.

Before will was beaten into a coma, he lost his family to a house fire, which left him alone to face the harsh realities of life. He then turns to alcohol and cigarettes o get by spiraling him into a depression. Will drank so much he would have hallucinations and would hear his fathers rifle talking to him. Later he says,

Jack Foster was a dreamer. He liked searching the shelves in the local bookstore, exchanging a brief smile with the old man behind the counter from time to time. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes as he sat down by an old oak tree and began reading. He valued the kind of simplicity offered by fictional worlds. The black words scribbled across the page had the power to transport him anywhere. He could be anything — a struggling doctor, a secret agent, a tyrant king in a far off land —and for a few moments every day, Jack forgot about the dreaded letter he had received a few weeks ago. He had been working overtime at Wilson's Market, stocking the shelves and admiring the beautiful brunette behind cash register three. His heart pounds against

Brendon is in the motel room after a show. They're in northern Oregon, and there's

Hello, he said with a simple smile, and by the clothes he wore, she could tell that he was not a Yeller nor one of the adults that lived with her. She was confused by this as she did not know anyone other than the people who lived with her, but that didn’t stop her from being fascinated by what he was wearing and who he could be.

Who kidnapped Will? Did he run away? Is he playing another game of hiding go seek?! No one knows, or who may ever know. Except all three