Where Have You Been?-Personal Narrative

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

Religious parallel’s are found throughout the story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” It is quite evident that one of the central personages is symbolic of the devil, Arnold Friend. In the story, it is evident that Arnold isn’t just any kind of boy. On the contrary, he appears to be someone he is not. He possesses these evil traits. Second of all, the drive in restaurant that seems to be Connie’s happy place in her life has become the allegory of the church.

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been is not your typical sympathetic toned short story. The tale takes place in the 1960’s suburbs, most likely a modest town in America. The reader can assume this is a small metropolitan neighborhood, since the setting is abundant with movie theaters, drive-in restaurants and shopping malls. Houses in this town are described as ranch-style homes, and almost allow the reader to feel a sense of security. The story begins with Connie, a 15 year old narcissistic, know-it-all whose mind is filled with trashy daydreams. Connie is the story’s central character, and can be defined as a teenager who wants to be seen as a mature young lady, rather than a child. She is constantly trying to create an attractive grown-up persona through the way she dresses, and how she behaves aiming to get the attention of older boys. Although Connie is a pretty girl with flowing blond hair, she deceives her parents, who pay little attention to

he power that the female cultivates in her adolescent years during the prime of her sexual awakening is alarming. The theme of adolescent females not realizing the power that comes with their sexual awakening can be noted in two different short stories, An Ounce of Cure and Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

stories endings are predictable and joyful, but others are absolutely confusing, unpredictable and disastrous. Whether the reader agrees or not the ending is always the author’s choice. In the short story, “Where Are You going, Where have you been?” Joyce Carol Oates (1966) ends the story with curiosity and invites the reader to believe in the supernatural. This short story ending is similar to the Bible because it has many interpretations and the interpretation depends on the person who reads it. For example, if the person believes in the supernatural the interpretation is somewhat different than a person who believes only in the physical world. The ending of the story talks about a transition from life to death in an unbelievable end impalpable

‘Beep’
I answered the intercom.
“Mr. and Mrs. Taylor are here regarding their missing son” answered Sally, my assistant.
I signaled her to send them in. They entered with a melancholy look on their faces. Hand in hand they had a puppy like look that I couldn’t say no to. So with comfort and reassurance I urged them to share their horrific story. The story was that Matt; the Taylor’s son was reported
missing a few days ago. He was let go from school but never turned up at home. I assured them that I will do all that I can do and sent them home.

The case wasn’t that unique as there have been many disappearances and kidnappings in this town. Most of the kids are just trying to get out of this unexciting and dreary town or just wanted to get away

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

“She sat down on the bed, balancing her sketchpad on her knees. The clothes he’d been wearing earlier were flung across the covers, but the rest of the room was as neat as a monk’s chamber. There were no pictures on the walls, no posters or photos of friends or family. The blankets were white and

It was four years ago. After that, I haven't even touched the skin of the opposite sex." He also went on to explain that prior to his four-year dry spell, he was in a two-year relationship that went bad due to his inability at the time "to give her overflowing love" and be considerate. Most of those feelings, he stated, stemmed from having so many worries about his future at that point in his

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

All the things I’ve done in this town; all the memories I’ve had… all gone. This is what it feels like to leave your hometown like I’m not sure if I still want to go, I’ll make my mind when I walk down. uh! Why so wet! the path to the docks is all muddy.

Sometimes it is easy to forget how much someone can mean to you, until they’re gone. No one knows when will be the last time they will see someone. Through personal experience, I have learned to always cherish the moments you share with loved ones, because it might be their last. I never thought my friend would die soon in his young life.

The Plains of Ashford beautiful when you learn to look past the fortifications the Charr have erected and the wrathful ghosts of Ascalon that still haunt the lands. It’s like looking at a perpetual state of the harvest season.

“Alright guys, let go over the answers to these questions and quiet down.” The loud and familiar voices bring me back to the high school classroom. I look around and everything seems to be the same to me. I know the boy who sit in front of me, his name is Andre. I can recognize a lot of my classmates faces, but I don’t know many of their names and I haven’t talk to them before. My math teacher is about to go over some algebra questions, but a lot of my classmates are still chattering. I sat near the window and had nothing to do after finished my assignment early. I know that it is again a boring day for me just like any of other day. Daydreaming became what I do sometimes when I was very