The Girl-Personal Narrative

1.The hidden girl was a story about a girl named Shyima Hall. She was born into a poor family and Shyima was the seventh child. A year later her family sold her into slavery in Egypt. While she was there she worked for most of the day and into the night waiting hand and foot for the rich family. Later when suspicion rose they moved to California and Shyima continued to take care of the family. She had to cook, clean and babysit the two younger boys. For example she had to sit on a bench while the two boys played on the playground. She was only a couple years older but she sat there because she didn’t want to get in trouble. Eventually a neighbor noticed and she was rescued by the Child Protection Services.

The 1991 movie My Girl tells the story of 11-year-old Vada Sultenfuss who, having lost her mother at birth , lives with her dementia-ridden grandmother and her job-oriented father in the funeral parlour that he owns and operates. The story follows Vada, an extreme hypochondriac who has many strange misconceptions about death, through a variety of life-changing experiences, including the engagement of her father and the devastating loss of her best friend, Thomas Jay. Through these experiences, the audience witnesses Vada’s social, emotional, and intellectual growth, as well as her changing views of death.

I auditioned for my school's play Harvey freshman year. I worked intensively on my audition. Anticipation flooded my body when I heard the cast list was posted in auditorium days after the auditions. Immediately after my last period class, I dashed to the auditorium to look at the list and see what part I got. I scrutinized the list multiple times and didn't see my name. I felt incredible sadness, disappointment and embarrassment, but figured the director decided this because I was a freshman and did not know the school very well, and the upperclassmen were more experienced and deserving than I. So, I accepted my failure and decided to try again next year.

I laid my head on my seat and started to cry but I didn’t want them to see me. Later they started to pull my hair and then punched me in my nose later they started whisper about me and laughing.

was lucky enough to have a childhood that was fairly even-keeled – I celebrated almost as much as I grieved, and laughed as much as I cried. Even though I entered into the adult world with a balanced upbringing, I still couldn’t help but to feel that I did not develop a voice properly due to one significant event.

As the audition approached, I avoided it as much as I could. I was so preoccupied with making sure my mom knew how much I did not want to audition that I barely prepared. The week of, I was so overcome with anxiety and the fear of making a fool of

In The book Story Of a Girl by Sara Zarr the word of the wiser was when deanna wanted stacey to have her money and she stated, “here, take my money for you guys that I made.” which she worked all summer for because she thought she was going to move out with them. Stacey and darren moved out with april and left deanna home which was not deanna's plan. Deanna normally would not have given the money especially because it wasn't going to her own good because she wasn't even moving with them. Deanna also said in the beginning of the book when Lee said she wanted to go on a huge shopping spree at the end of the summer with all the money deanna made at work, Deanna said, “No, i'm not spending my money on that crap. I'm moving out with darren and

Chirp Chirp the birds are chirping and, Pre is walking home alone from school to her granny’s house since her mom and dad are on a cruise ship to Hawaii. When all of a sudden she heard a baby crying, “waa waa” at 3:00 P.M. In Los Angeles, Beverly Hills California, when she looked back she didn’t see anyone. At that point she was swollen because someone had kidnapped her and hit her with something that felt like a bat. Though she didn’t see anyone who hit her so it wasn’t a person. It was a ghost!! Thun dun thun dun!!!

If someone told me when I was a little girl that I would help change America, I would have never believed them. I mean, I was 10 years old then. I had long brown hair and wore dresses down to my ankles. I stayed at home all day with Mama, baking and watching my siblings. I did not have an idol, someone to look up to. Well, not until I met a flapper.

“I remember it being dark. That’s the last thing I remember. It was dark and I saw darkness but darkness is just black. But how do I know all this stuff and what to do and say? There has to be a reason why… Right?”

I looked down the hallway, then at the elevator wide open, back and forth I kept looking till then I saw Maude running down the hallway to me. I thought to myself, she left Shelly to come get me? Shelly must really want me, but then the elevator door started to close and I suddenly slipped through it. It closed and started to go down. What have I done? Why did I do that? Then I realized that Shelly doesn’t need a coward like me in her life.

After reading both "Girl" and "The Story of an Hour" one can tell there are many differences in the stories. Chopin's "The Story of an Hour" changes point of view multiple times throughout the story depend on what the current emotion was. The point of view changed from telling Mrs. Mallard to the part with her in the bedroom and again leaving the bedroom. Kincaid's "Girl" had two point of views although one was barely used. In "Girl" the mother was lecturing her daughter on how to grow into a proper woman. The daughter responds twice in the story once about not singing benna in Sunday school and the other about feeling bread. The mother cares about how her daughter grows up and that is why she is listing different ways to do things.

It took him three nights, and every night he was getting wetter than the night before. He is asked to do a life threatening job. He has a long trip to where his job awaits him. He has to find a stone in only three nights. He also has a lot of experience with stealing things. The only tools he has a lamp, his tools, a pry bar, small knife, leather,cotton twine, fibula pin, and some matches. Will he complete his job?

In my sophomore year of high school, I had filled out a paper from a modeling and acting school named Barbizon to try and win a ten-thousand-dollar scholarship towards any school of my choosing. I figured that since I’ve always planned to go to college, why not try to get a scholarship. Weeks went by and instead of hearing about if I won the scholarship or not, I got a call to come and audition at the Sheraton hotel for the school. I felt overjoyed because I had a chance to be involved in something that I have thought about doing as a hobby. I was so nervous when I went to the audition two weeks later that I was shaking in the black heels I wore. The smell of

“I am truly sorry, Miss, but I was just…”Which sounded like bullshit when he said it. He knew it. He was wearing a brown raincoat, and a pair of muddy boots. A standard appearance of a vagrant.