Texas Narrative

I rushed over to check in and retrieve my boarding pass. Lately a lot of planes have been going missing, which is all I could think about the whole time. “Flight 23 is now boarding.” I carried my carry on baggage onto the plane. I looked down at my boarding pass and realized that I was already at my seat. There was a man sitting in my designated seat. I was too nervous about the flight to even question him. I sat down next to him. I looked out the window and noticed in the distance that dark cumulus clouds were being formed. There was a strong wind that hit my side of the plane, furiously shaking the whole aircraft. Having hope was the only thing that came to mind every time negative thoughts would

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

Living in Dallas Texas is not so bad. I lived in an apartment building that was not so big, but the worst part was that there were tons of roaches. So we decided to move to Frisco.Also my dad has a job there. As the last few days of school came we started packing. It was hard because my brother was giving a hard time to my Mom. On the last day of school we left to go home. We had a scheduled flight to Puerto Rico to visit some relatives. After we came back we went to Houston to visit my cousins. They stayed with us for a month in my house, then after days of packing they left and we started packing. We did a lot of shopping P.S I HATE SHOPPING oh and P.P.S. I only like shopping if it's for me. We had most of the stuff in backpacks & suitcases,

That day came sooner than expected. My student picked a oad from south texas to the Los Angeles area. He made an excellent choice except for one reason. That reason was that load couldnt deliver early, adn it gave us a week to go just 1400 miles. We had disacussed those thigs before, but he made a mistake and we dealt with it. How, well we stayed in south texas for three days, partying at night across the border in Mexico, and sleeping it off at the terminal each day. Then we left for California. This was his trip, and I was just a buddy riding with him. He called all the shots, you know, where and when to get fuel, meals, breaks, and all the rest. WHe said he was ready, but he failed. WHy did he fail, because he was doingquite well until we

It’s official. Well, almost. The document can't stop the pounding of the walls, by the terrible orders of their dictators broken words. I wonder what was that dirty rat thinking when he saw it. It’s amazing the outcome of the simple words on a piece a paper. It is able to raise spirits and destroy them. Even though the dirty rat’s army was basically doubled, I still have hope. I will always have hope. Hope is the strongest thing. Unbreakable. Texas is unbreakable, and it always will be.

A man that was poor, but hard working in a small city in Peru; a woman who had to see her father die at a young age and had to be raised by an aunt in mexico. This is only but a miniscule description of the two people who made me who I am today- my parents.

Lost my way in Seattle airport was the first thing made me felt nervous. It was already in America, but I didn’t have time to take a time for looking out the view outside because I couldn’t fine the place to transfer my luggage to Salt Lake City, also, the time was limited for boarding but I was still looking for where I could get the boarding pass. I was running in a hurry and kept asking people for help, it was winter but I

My wife Selena Gomez and I are on our way to Germany for our honeymoon. We just got married on Saturday, and we took off at 9:05 on Monday. Its suppose to be about a six hour plane ride. Everything was going pretty good till we were about four hours into the ride. We suddenly felt a bunch of shakes and not such a smooth ride. The pilot came over the microphone and said that we ran out of gas. He told us that we needed to remain calm and told us everything would be alright. Everybody on the plane was scared, including myself. I could feel my stomach starting to hurt. I looked at my wife and saw her crying so I held her. Nobody was saying anything on the plane, we were just hoping the pilot could land it safely.

Walking out of the airport with my mother, I felt confused and lost. The people looked unfamiliar and they seemed to be talking gibberish. At that moment, I felt alienated and helpless.

As a girl living in the small town of Pataskala, I have never been acquainted with a very large city. Hence, when my father offered to take me to Berkley California, which is right outside of San Francisco, I could not turn down the opportunity. I thought that a large city could not be much better than the quaint life I have lived in Ohio; however, I was completely mistaken. This enormous city has given me new perspective and has changed how I view a larger city.

My family and I were so excited that we didn't even sleep the night before. We spent our Thursday night watching movies and talking about what are plans were for the trip. Once the clock hit 4 o'clock in the morning , we left our house and were on our way to the airport. The airport was quiet and peaceful. I could smell the freshly brewed coffee once I set foot in the airport. We checked in, then waited patiently for our flight to board. Suddenly we heard on the overhead speaker, “Flight to New York, New York is now boarding, Flight to New York, New York now boarding.” Once we boarded the plane, we settled in and got comfy. The flight was fairly smooth with little turbulence and the sweet sound of babies crying filled my ears. Once we heard the pilot's voice telling the crew to prepare for landing, my excitement grew big.

Running down the airport halls anxiety blights my heart pulsing with fear that the vacation we planned for months may be delayed indeterminately, fortunately we arrived to the security screening and passed through with only minor annoyances and eventually tracked down our gate where we was supposed to board my heart was as suddenly reconciled of the disturbance as a tranquil ocean in the aftermath of a terrible

Yesterday, my travels began. I said goodbye to all my friends, finished packing my bags, and drove to SFO. I ate dinner at the Virgin lounge and then my mom walked me through security to my gate. As we went down the escalator, I realized that this was it. I had talked about this day for over a year; I anticipated what it would feel like to say good bye to my parents and not see them again for many weeks. I wasn't nervous because I knew everything would be fine, but it was still sad to say goodbye. My mom hugged me one last time before I finally embarked on my adventure.

It was a Friday afternoon on November 2011. My plane arrived on time in Miami International Airport. As soon as the plane got to the gate, everyone on the plane followed a person who gave us the tour of the airport. I was so impress with everything inside the airport that I without realizing it, separated from the group, and I got lost. When I realized my mistake, I panicked! I began to look for help because I knew that if I did not,

I then garnered up the luggage, carrying it all at once, and headed for the stairs. I bolted down like a madman. I could hear the wheels of the suitcase beating against each step one by one– also I could hear the sounds of rattling from the zippers hurling about. At the measure of lightning speed, I was down the stairs. I was crazy at the time for lifting all of my luggage at once– which had left my back aching. This pain couldn’t have come at a better time. It was one matter that I did not need on top of the mayhem that was already prevalent. As I was downstairs, I noticed that my hands were dry—which was a sign that I had needed to put on lotion. I could not bear having my hands dry because, as I had searched up ahead of time, the pressure from the plane sometimes leaves your hands dry. Recalling this, I made a dash for the travel lotion that I could bring also on the plane. Finally, after the all upsets, I was ready to load the car with my luggage. I realized, as I got into the car that what I had experienced as of this point was only the easy part: I still had to make the long journey all the way to the airport. We started to pull off and I soon get a sign of relief at this moment. I thought, “Great, I made it out of the house. Now I am on my way to make my flight.” Of course at times of peace, trouble as its ways of creeping