The Arrows-Personal Narrative

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Several months ago, I remember that I was driving to a friend house. I was with my best friend and we both did not know how to get to the house. I've always been bad with directions, so I easily get lost. We opted to use the GPS, but for our luck there was bad signal. It was night and the house was in the field. We had to go through many curves without knowing where we were going. And here's where something happened that was horrible for us. We came to a bridge that was very dark and had not lampposts, so we could not see anything. I remember we look at each other very frightened, and suddenly came to our minds the famous story of the woman dressed in white who is waiting for someone to pass to enter the car and be taken to a certain place.

“Oh, well alright then. I wish you luck on finding the killer.” said Jeffery, quickly closing the door behind us.

She studied him, her eyes running over his form. “The way you handled yourself with those men was particularly telling. You could have drawn your weapon, but you did not. You are either sure of yourself, or ... .”

“Thank you. It would be wise to see to Clement and Jenna now. I have an errand to run tonight and will be out late.”

I’d be eating dinner or watching TV or reading her a book and all I wanted was for you to walk in the door. But you never did and I lived the life of a single dad for two years. It wasn’t a life I had hoped for, but it was the life I had. It’s a life that I could continue living, but I don’t want to do that anymore. So, when I saw the papers, I knew it was time to come find you.”

“There is a weakness.” Malessica added. “All four of them share the same weakness. We’ll be able to exploit them while fighting.”

“Yes, and it was not an empty threat, but it was your hand not your head. They could have killed us. They had the advantage and chose not to. They may rue that one day. I saw no hate in their eyes—anger, even pity, but no hate. And, I so wanted to see the expression on one of their faces when they surrendered to my blade.”

“Just powerful ones. Now will you shut up,” I sneer in his face, our noses almost touching. I turn away from him. I hate being this close to him or any guy in general, but since he wants to kill me, it makes this situation

He opens the door, bright light was coming from the other side, “The next room.” looking back at them before Lavi adds “Let’s go.”

“Cool. Sergio is a mellow writer, unlike some of the others. Your meeting will go fine,” he says.

It was a sunday morning. My dad came into my room to wake me up. So i got up and got dressed. My mom said to me, “there is a horse show today.” I replied back, “ok are we going to pick up Stu on the way there”. My mom said yes. So i went outside and helped my dad hook up the trailer.

“If nothing else, I’m a trained warrior. Don’t I have a little more chance of surviving than the average man?”

I sighed in relief, “Me too. But we should head to bed,” I added, “They will skin us alive if they knew we were up this late, and tomorrow is a big day for you. Your first day officially here, a member of the last safehouse!”

I squeezed around the cluster of men and into the hall. Flashlights flickered on the walls. Someone suggested we turn off the lights and wait in the dark. It was eerily quiet for a long time. Then Ting-Ting whimpered in Mr. Greene’s arms.