Visalia-Personal Narrative

My eyes shoot open as I am thankfully ripped from that nightmare. Wow, after about two years I still manage to still have nightmares. It’s been two years since we were thankfully able to leave the isle of the lost, and come to the United States of Auradon. It’s been two years that I have attended Auradon prep and sadly my last year because, I am graduating. We all started our sophomore year and thankfully when school just started, if we hadn’t we would probably wouldn’t be graduating with our friends and my boyfriend. It’s been two years since Ben and I started dating and ever since then I have never been happier. Things have been amazing and being with him is the best thing ever. However, I guess I can’t really say that everything has been

THE LINE BETWEEN DISGUSHING the sober from the drunk is blurred. giggles pierce her ears, instead of the HEAVY music, but she lets herself drown out the mere voices with hennessy. and what a friend hennesy had been to her. hennesy, was one of her truest companions through all her MAJOR milestones of her life. but tonight she wanted something different, to befriend someone new — jack, jack daniels. who other than a new friend to keep her company in this toxic wasteland intertwine of intoxicated strung out souls. except there’s a tiny problem that alludes to her in the back of her mind. she’s broke. using the term broke with such light ease would be an EXAGGERATION on her part. she had money, but not enough to satisfy her current craving. her

You are literally one of the nicest human beings I have ever met, along with Pink of course. But as i’ve gotten to know you more over the year, i’ve learned about all the things you do that you might not get a ton of recognition for, such as helping JT, and it is truly an inspiration. You’ve never asked for recognition for any of the things you do, but I know that everything you do now make you such a great person, so I know you have an amazing future ahead of you. Trust me, I’ll never forget the Stats class with Chipoli (however you said it), and the countless times we just laughed at ourselves because we had no idea what was going on. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said that class wasn’t the biggest struggle, but we struggled together,

It was nearing the end of the second day, and I was still with Astraia, she wasn’t exceedingly interested in the craft and just wanted to talk so I listened. She told me about her life, a tragedy, one only hears about in the news, but never see. I learned how she lived with her grandmother and had lost her mother due to a heroin overdose. Her grandfather had passed away and her father was never in the picture so it was just her and her grandmother. They lived in a cramped one bedroom house together, but had lost power earlier in the week. I thought she was talking about the storm that had, taken trees, power lines, whatever was standing, down in its wake, but her grandmother told her it wouldn't be coming back on. I was speechless you hear

It’s strange to think that the 2009 drama about Julia child, called “Julia and Julia”, was what evoked my passion for food. Not food exactly, but the plethora of healing properties it may contain. I’m not referring to your basic scrambled eggs or buttered toast, instead, I became fascinated in aromatic Thai curries and the restorative properties of cinnamon. I bought my first cookbook in 8th grade, and prepared myself for the destructive summer ahead. Fried pans and burnt noodles stayed fragrant in the air for weeks upon their demise. Apple rinds and decayed broccoli florets filled our trash bag to the brim, trapping its stench only slightly. As any 12-year old, I eventually gave in to the hard-earned truth that it was highly unlikely

As with everything, life goes on and some people struggle and fall into some deep depths of desperation, Serena Campbell, now Griffin; a woman with much fight and poise had crumbled and struggled since the demise of her partner. Watching his journey to his death; it fell tough on her, seeing his struggle to hold on to life on their wedding day it had almost killed her and not being there when he took his final breathes broke her heart.

My hands glide across the piano keys Covered in scars that stand as a reminder of ma A reminder of the accident A reminder of my mistake And a reminder of her death Now things are better, Crops are growing Daddy’s happy and he found a girl named Louise She's nothing like ma

First it Anastasia went. Her big skinny foot was, well just that. It was to long it fit into the delicate glass slipper. Now it was time for Drizella. Her foot didn’t have the length problem like Anastasia had but she had a different problem, her feet were too fat. She could barely fit her toe in the shoe. Nevermind her foot. But she wasn't going to give up she was determined to fit her foot in no matter what it took. She went so far that the glass slipper shattered into a million pieces. There was glass everywhere. “That’s not far it shattered before I could get my foot in. “ Drizella whined. The prince knew better. He said his goodbyes ands left. With all the drama I didn’t even realize Ella was nowhere to be found. I had floated up to

All I could focus on was the ticking of the clock, tick tock tick tock. The room was bland, with a desk in one of the corners of the room. I was left by myself momentarily by the therapist Dr Renee Martin. She was middle aged, with her dark brunette hair tied in a tight bun. She read through the papers, checking everything was correct. She asked the routine questions, how did it start? why are you here? etc. It was painful listening to her ask questions I had answered time and time again. I had no choice but to start from the beginning.

Day 1: It's dark and cold. The storm grows stronger. It is howling. It sounds like a groan of agony. What is that sound? It sounds like…Death! I hear its wicked laugh, it’s getting louder! I get up and run but I cannot escape. The screams are piercing my ears ever so slightly to drive me into madness. A jagged pain rushes up my spine, I am losing vision. I am truly at poseidon's mercy now. I awaken. I cannot breathe. My lungs are burning inside me. I reach for the surface I can finally breathe but the joy does not last for long for the waves knock me down yet again. I struggle to get back to the surface. I suddenly see a wave as big as a mountain, barreling towards me. Before I know it, Its upon me. I get washed up onto another piece of metal from the boat.

Have you ever been to a place where beauty surrounded you at every corner? A place where you could sit and think about everything and nothing all at the same time? Well I have, and it’s my secret, my private getaway from the world. I call this place Paradisio. Paradisio has it all. It offers beautiful wildlife, crystal blue lakes, vibrant green trees and a diverse fauna. I discovered this incredible place by accident about three years ago, I was twenty years old. I had just taken up Photography as a hobby and nature shots had become my kryptonite.

I arose in a haze, baffled and confounded from the claustrophobic trains that allowed me to foresee death. The amber sun was burning a hole in the sky, my eyes competed with the vast brightness that was being emitted. I had yearned the blinding light that obscured vision, with the appreciation of clean air that empowered purity, contradicting the speculation I was perpetrating.

It was almost time. Poppy was ready for the trip of a lifetime. She had grown up in a rather small close-knit community where everyone knew everyone else and privacy didn't seem to exist with all the nosy neighbours. This didn't really bother Poppy though as she was a real people's person and would often converse with whoever she came across. In fact, she was one of the most loved members of the village and her departure would certainly leave a huge gap. Her jokes, advice and general positive attitude were things the town would lack once she was gone. However, Poppy knew she had to see the world and meet more people. She loved interacting with the village people daily, but she craved more. So, she spent every hour possible working in the local

Run, Stop, Walk! It was a cold Saturday morning in Italy. Once my mom told me were going dog sledding I jumped out the bed, got ready and ran straight out the door into the car, then we started driving. once we get there I admired all the dogs. I get on the dog sleigh and off I went i caught all the cold breeze! I was riding on a dog sleigh with 2 snow dogs! Brr it was ice cold. I was feeling frightened at first but then I got used to it. The next I knew I was going up hills and down hills so fast! It was like a roller coaster! (but on snow!) it felt like I was santa claus on a sleigh but no. instead I had a dog sled and instead of reindeer I had two snow dogs. I could not believe it at first. My dogs were white with orange

Makenna was two feet tall , frizzy brown hair, and wide brown glimmering eyes. Her shirt sparkled pink and her tan legs showed in her summer shorts. As she buzzed 20 miles a hour around the room like a bee ; her small quick feet were like a motor to a boat. She hugged her soft teddy bear tightly with her slender arms like a bolt on a door everywhere she went. Her imagination was never ending as she danced around the room acting like a butterfly.