What Is Wrong-Personal Narrative

As my norm violation I chose to alter the way we are supposed to be dressed and look in public as society says. I walked around the marketplace in a backwards low cut shirt, backwards ripped jeans, one blue shoe, one red shoe, and a bright pink wig. First, I went into the yogurt store and everyone was staring at me with blank expressions and kids were laughing. As I walked over to get my favorite mango yogurt an old man jokingly asked if I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I told him no, I just liked to wear my cloths this way and that this was my natural hair. After I left the store and started walking around the water fountain, girls my age were pointing, giving me dirty looks, and some were laughing as they whispered in each other’s ears. Guys my age looked confused when they

It was almost dark, my uncle called the cops to report a missing person statement. The cops were so mean. They legit told my uncle that they would not go out and search for him until he goes missing for 10 days. We had no other options but wait and pray. It was dead quiet, silence filled the room. My uncle heard a knock on the door. We all thought it was my dad. My mom and uncle rushed to the door to see if it was him. When my uncle opens the door, a stranger was standing there. He looked worried and like didn't know how to start talking or introduce himself. My uncle asked what he wanted and the man was like “ Is this Bassam’s brother?”. Bassam was my

The "it came as a revelation to me" befuddles me, and perhaps on the grounds that I have never encountered this, so I'm speculating this fair appears unexpectedly and blast, the data just flies in your mind. That is my wild figure. How might you depict enlighten individuals regarding this data given? On the off chance that a disclosure came to somebody in this advanced age, they would conceivably be called insane, however then you need to ponder, would they say they are insane or would they say they are being honest? I've met what's coming to me of insane and a portion of the stuff they say may sound insane, yet it truly makes them

I ran upstairs crying filled with terror. I come to the top of my steps and turn to see my dad holding my 7 year old sister Alli crying in his arms. It looked like my dad had just seen a ghost, because he was so scared. Considering we were all extremely scared we all slept in our parent’s room. Next thing you know my dad got a text from our neighbors Stacey and Tyler saying our tree was on

Up until the age of six my mom and I lived in Mexico alone in a little town called San Rafael. Then one summer day after school, while my friend and I were playing outside, a strange man approached our house with luggage in his hand. He was dressed in jeans and a grey t-shirt, with a week old beard. This act seemed strange to me because other than my grandpa and uncles no other man ever came to our house, and especially not with suitcases in their hands. As the man came closer and closer to where we were playing ice cold fear entered my gut and grew bigger. Suddenly I panicked started to viciously scream in order to get my mom 's attention, who was inside cleaning. At the sound of my stentorian screams the man 's face portrayed a very sad expression which made me sad, and I ended my deafening screams. Just as I finished screaming, my mom came running out of our house but instead of being alarmed at the sight of this strange man, her expression turned from anger, to surprise, and happiness when her eyes met him. Then with a smile and tears streaming down her face she ran to the strange man and embraced him. In return the man dropped his luggage and carried my mom of the

CCIB received a call from Kathy, LTCO. Kathy went to the facility because of the SOC 341 received regarding the staff (Aialoi) throwing the lunch box at the resident Mary Mitchell, as reported by the ADP staff Kyle Borchardt. She wanted CCIB to know why she was there, she is concerned since the licensee of the home is out of the country. Kathy arrived around 1015 am today, and knocked on the door. A gentleman answered the door (Grayish brown hair, stocky, wearing a hat, about 5'10.") He smiled at her and said "K." She asked if she could come in, he stood there and kept saying "K,K,K." Kathy clearly discerned he was a client/resident. She yelled into the home, "Hello?" Several times and received no response. She was with him aline for at least

Dan was an ordinary 13 year old boy. Dan hated school just like most people in the 8th grade of Rocky Silvers Middle School. He had a few friends, but they didn’t talk to him. They just didn’t bully him so Dan liked them. Many people knew who Dan was, not as the popular, nice, awesome kid, but as the kid to tyrannize everyday.

"Anything wrong?" He poked through the sheets and gazed at the inside of the fort. I was solemn in a corner, I shed my sweater and let my wings out, in nothing but jeans and a tank top. The back was low, as not to give my wings any unneeded friction. When the words so much as left his mouth, I felt my lungs chained up, prisoned in my ribs, looking out through the bars, wishing to speak, to breathe the air. I was not okay. But I couldn't voice myself. For the past few days, I've felt nothing but hollow, and a new species took over my body. I do not feel as if I'm making my movements, verbalizing my words, or seeing my sights. Everything seems to be grey now, like there's no life here, not in me or anyone else.

“Mom lets go” I screamed. “Ok ,go outside i'll be there in a bit.” she yelled from the cabin room. I raced outside and I was able to see the park from the rocky tilted driveway I was preached on. My mom came out the wooden door.

Today, most people get judged for the mistake they make. No matter how big or small the mistake is. Mistakes are made so we can learn from them and grow. Mistakes allow us to not only learn, but to grow stronger and become a better person. President Reagan said that "mistakes were made". Everyone makes mistakes and it happens everyday they may not be a big deal but it still happened. For some however, mistakes are good because they learn what not to do again. I have learned from many mistakes and have become better because of it. A mistake I have made, learned from and accepted responsibility for is, losing my favorite Victoria Secret bra.

Then I noticed a tractor outside the house. The man got out the tractor. He came towards my front door. When the man knocked on the door both of my parents answered the door

THREE;if someone bump her but does not mean to it's like she gets all angry like she want to kill that person that bump her. Every time I see her she’s always by herself just looking at people sometimes I be wanting to ask her stuff or just whole a simple conversation but I doubt if she remembers who I am anymore or she might go crazy so I just leave her alone. I could honestly say I really and truly will never understand why she acts like that maybe she might like being the way she is

I wandered past the Foggy park, I could feel the coldness on my skin, I could hear my heart get faster as it tried to pump blood round my body to try and make me warmer, There was no-one else around, apart from some stray cats and foxes. Then suddenly from nowhere I heard a massive scream, it echoed around the park getting louder and louder, I was scared at this point trying not to slow down and look, I held my head up and started running home, knowing that I wasn’t that far, I could see a branch up ahead on the ground and told myself don’t trip over that, even though moments before I had thought about avoiding it, I kept running and for some reason my brain wouldn’t communicate with my leg and I just stumbled as I

As I walk out of the house in the morning for school in the morning, I am haunted by what I saw the night before. What I saw broke my heart. Being in kindergarten and starting a new chapter in my life should have been exciting for me and my family. But it was constant tears and fear of the end of the day. I didn’t want to go home. I was scared of what would happen. It first started when my dad left for work and didn’t come back till the next day.

Has someone ever just asked what was wrong out of the blue? Well imagine being asked that by strangers who just happened to walk your way. I always would answer with “nothing” or “just a bad day.” In the back of my head I would think to my self “ I don’t know what’s wrong.” Being asked through out the day “are you sick?” Or “did you sleep at all?” I would get tiered of answering and just smile and node my head. I didn’t talk about my feeling much; I would just focus on the problems of others. Not because I was interested but it keep me from opening up to them. I just didn’t know what I felt. There was one place I felt happy, in where I could pour my heart out without being judge. My drawings, my doodles; with every single drawing I could express so many feelings on portraits of pretty faces; But that too just stop comforting me. I felt so alone. Since I had a pessimistic view on life I though I had no one to count on. Later I realize I wasn’t on my own, I had people that I could ask for help.