Walt Morey-Personal Narrative

I have often been told that I am irrational, and every time I deny it. Though, this time around I am afraid I have succumb to that label; and not only myself, but my dear friend John Laurens as well. I must say, it was folly on my part to call Charles Lee out on his bluff, but I’ve had an itch on my tongue to blurt it out since Monmouth. It’s as clear as day that the man is a traitor, but how does a great man such as Washington himself blind to the fact? I have tried to reason with him on multiple accounts, and regardless of the swearing he emits, he refuses for me to do anything to him.

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

Now it was time to say goodbye to the house, and move back to California where most of the family were at. When I moved to California I moved to Salinas at the time I was in 3rd grade at a school called Kamman. My favorite teacher was my 3rd grade teacher her name was Mrs. Vierra she was a nice lady. My least favorite teacher was Mrs. Cunov she got frustrated at us really easily, and picked her nose right in front of us it was gross. In 5th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Spencer he was my favorite male teacher because he was the man that taught the class to make paper airplanes. It was fun because it made class so much more interesting. In the beginning of the year I attended at Kamman then a few weeks later I moved to Monterey where I attended the rest of middle school at the Monterey Bay Charter

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

I then found out that I lived in district to attend McEachern HS at this point I felt excited because I had heard that this school was fun and big. I did know some people that attended this school, so I thought that coming here wasn’t that bad. When I came to register my first impression was “oh no this school is too big, I’m going to end up getting lost my first day here.” My first day of school here was really nerve racking, I was so scared and I felt so lonely. I was like the stranger in the village, I felt as if people looked at me weird and I just felt like I didn’t fit in. Having to walk from one building to another was a struggle for me because I wasn’t used to it. One of the first people I met here was my friend Monica who was a grade older than me and I had a class with her. One day in class she came to me and said “hey I’m Monica, are you new here?” I responded back to her and I said to her “yes I am, I came from South Cobb.” After this day we became really good friends. Once I started meeting other people at MHS wasn’t as bad but I still missed my

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.

As one drives up the California coast, they will begin to notice several things. First, the general atmosphere shifts. The further north they travel from Los Angeles palms and golden beaches, the cities begin to lose their positive, sunny vibes. They go from beach villas to industrial apartments to suburban neighborhoods to run down harbor towns. The positive emotional vibrations emitted from such architecture slowly surrenders its grip on its surroundings to a grim, hopeless one. As new, booming cities fade into sleepy and ancient villages only occupied by drunken sailors and lost tourists, the traveler will soon realize they are in a much less pleasant place as where they originated their journey.

His smile grew wider in sync with the girl's giggle. "A spider? A-Okay." It won't be any weirder if she said that it was a frog or lizard to Olaf. She could be a spider collector or maybe just need one to practice a spell, but if she's looking one to do a prank, now, that will be interesting. "Olaf, second year Gryff," and gave her hand a firm shook. Now that the Gryff boy knew what he was supposed to look, it definitely helps with the search. His eyes back to scour the floor, tried to see if there's a cobweb or something that'll hint them the insect was around. "Are you sure they're here?" glancing at Hattie, checking in. "How many do you need? I could use one for myself," he grinned. The Claw won't mind to share their findings, right? Suddenly

Identically to virtually every man ever born, Ben Roberts wasn't exactly comfortable in the presence of a distraught, emotional and crying woman, and although he'd faced up to, and taken down a plethora of Russian assassins, with their Uzi machine pistols and relentless attempts to kill he and Sky, without barely a pause or hint of fear, here he was no, in the forest, with his teeth clenched as he spoke, and cosoled her, filled with nerves that he'd wrong thing, or that his compassion, sincere as it was, wouldn't appear that same way to Sky, and that he'd set her off again, or make the situation even worse. The threat to kick him in the balls was fine, even the act, though he didn't believe she meant it, as he gently spoke to her, and lifted her into his arms, as that was but was physical pain, but if she started screaming again, how the hell

Too many things go through my mind as I stepped down to the street. Those things really get through me, those ducks, those people, they all just phonies, and all I knew is I am alone in this dumb world. Nobody understood me at all, Ackley, Stradlater, and even the old Spencer. Suddenly I wasn't freezing anymore, I was fire among the world.

"I'm fine baby, it was you I was worried about." With his arms on her shoulders, Richard peered into Lexi's eyes, and gritted his teeth at the tears that dripped down his cheeks. What happened to her whilst he'd been fucking around, waiting for darkness to come?" Now wasn't the time to ask, and although a rage, directed at Karl Williams, exacerbated by the memories of his own treatment at the hands of the many many years ago, consumed him, and led to the thought of , despited his questions and fears, of streaming through the closed door, and confronting him and Blair Huntington to demand their freedom. However, common-sense overrode emotions and with Lexi clutching on to his hand, he wiped a tear gently from her cheek, and followed her to the

“That’s not true. You have Skye. You have Kal. You have me,” Flich pleads, the little girl in his arms is still fast asleep.

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

Once upon a time, lived a girl named Dory. Dory lived in the deep waters of the Atlantic Ocean with her siblings. Her brother and sisters always got along with each other after their parents passed away by a extricating sting from a jelly fish. Dory parents were the last descendent of the royal family. Her family was the highest rank for Bottlenose dolphins. Dory parents ruled the waters for 100 years. Long after her parents had died her two older siblings Jack and Darcy took care of Dory. She was only 4 years old when her parents died. Since then Jack, Darcy and Dory live in the family castle. The oldest siblings jack whose 25 has taken the throne. It has been 200 years since her parents death. She is now 17 years old and has a unique purple

Juxtaposed with elegant red nail nails, my mother’s calloused hands displayed her willingness to provide for her family. Whether she needed to carry the weight of a fifty pound car battery or flip burgers at a gas station to make it, her hands quickly spent the money earned on my brother and me. These hands also held the power to prepare a five-star dinner, clean the kitchen, and soothe my greatest of woes, all before nine o’clock. Two years later, it was these hands that caused my woes.