Where Are You Here?-Personal Narrative

Asher called me yesterday after his last fight. I can’t believe the villages’ top street karate fighter has finally realized his worth and stopped this nonsense. The vivid memory of the blood splattering from his mouth was stuck in my head. The people cheering, betting money, mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol. I felt like I needed to wash myself with wipes and germ detergents. What I remember most was his head bobbing on the arena, his face drenched in blood and sweat. It was at this moment that I realized what he means to me. When I realized how much I care for him, how much I….Love Him. I never believed that I would fall in love, or rather even actually befriend someone, other than Sammie (more so befriend a guy). I actually made

(quietly) "You're going to stay here" "You're going to stay here and see it through with the rest of us" "If you went, I'd have you shot- for deserting" A menacing character is brought out here who is emotionless.

When I was at school the other day, my band instructor told me, “You are one of the hardest workers I have ever seen, why do you work so tirelessly if you know that you might fail? I was quite surprised because she has been teaching for 33 years. I responded with your book, Almost Home.

“Still kicking, still fighting,” Sager said. “I haven’t won the battle. It’s not over yet. But I haven’t lost it, either. There have been some victories and some setbacks, but I still have to fight it. A lot of work to do.”

“Listen, Taran,” he said gravely, “it is of the utmost importance that you get out of the city and to safety. We can’t lose you to the enemy.” He stood up and retrieved a sword in a black sheath from his desk.

“You were human then. You’re human now. And yeah, it sucks, but there will never be nothing because there will always be this, all of these moments, you and everything and nothing else.” He was close enough that she could feel his breath on her forehead. “Please. I’ll always follow you. For all the crazy moments behind, and for all the crazy moments to come. Don’t throw that away.” The world was

The two boys walked over the weird kids’ table, where the special needs kids sat. The boys made sure that Johnny’s assistant was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, ugly, what’s up? Are you going to eat like a baby?” RePeat cooned. Johnny started to cry, and everyone in the room heard him. At that point, I decided to return to the blue, vanilla crème brulee smelling table.

My brow furrowed and I tilted my head, sure I had misheard him. None of this made any sense—the apologies, the guilt I could feel emanating from him. There was a part of me that would have loved to have believed that he had truly changed for the better. That he was repentant—at least a little—for his past actions. But this was all too perfect—too good to not be an act. That had to be what this was—some kind of facade that he was putting on with the expectation of … what? Getting me to go along with some plan? Getting me to do some kind of work for him and Ryan? I had no idea, I just knew that I still couldn’t even find my voice to even ask.

“You don’t need to use your eyes to see me, Samantha. Use your other senses: smell, hearing, touch. Follow the sound of my voice and the scent of my cologne; they will lead you to me.”

“GET OUT!” “ABBY GET OUT!” “KEREN!” “KEREN WHERE ARE YOU?” were the first few phrases I heard when I gained consciousness that night.

It seems like I can’t do anything right. It’s kind of hard to do anything at all when your 3in tall. I feel like I have no place in the world. That’s why I left everything behind. This is my story.

I know you're feeling like you're choosing between a rock and a hard place right now. I know how uncertain you are about the future and how you just don't see it working out. For once I am going to follow my heart and leave my mind out of this. Separation at this time isn't going to make either of us any happier. Because of your uncertainty, I think you need guidance and I'm capable of giving you that guidance. I know you love and care about me. One thing I was reminded of was how strong our connection and chemistry are. Lately though we've been distant in almost all ways (physically, emotionally). It literally feels like the universe is pulling us away from each other. But regardless of everything, I think we will make it and still think

Before the age of 18, I had lived in four different countries in three different continents. After being uprooted three times and placed in a new world, I became comfortable with being uncomfortable. I am more capable and more willing to take risks and put myself out there. This comfort in new environments has allowed me to thoroughly develop my world perspective and adaptability skills. Additionally, I have been lucky enough to attend schools in 3 different languages and feel confidently fluent in each one. My father was raised in a poor town in Colombia and has taught me what it means to work hard for what you want, a lesson that was really tested last semester as a pre-business student. I am unable to describe my freshman year before being

I know no matter where I am at mentally in life, when I go to any beach I feel right at home. Close your eyes and imagine yourself at your happiest. Where are you? Wherever you are, that is your happy place. My happy place is sitting on a warm beach feeling the sand move between my fingers and toes. I love going to the beach because it reminds me of when I was a little kid, and the times I spent with my grandfather, who now has long passed away. When I go to the beach I can feel the sun warming my skin. I usually get a sunburn that feels as if I have a fire from within my body. This reminds me that I am alive, and with each move I receive a burning reminder of the fun I had. I love the sound of the giant waves crashing into the hard rocks

We stopped in front of the dining room doors, I heard the sound of a female voice from inside. I looked at Jake again, and this time he was looking back at me. “What do I say?” I asked him, fidgeting as my heart started