Personal Story Essay

When I first heard the news, I wasn’t shocked. Rather guilty and sad. As I sat in the car thinking about the past few months, I was filled with regret. All the memories came rushing through my head as I sob. I wonder why I made the choices to do that. I was about 7, and I was still living in China that time and I loved it. No stress, no worries, and I was a little brat. One day, I was playing outside in my yard when my aunts came over, “Dad fell today and he got a big cut on his foot,” said aunt

On a rainy day in November, Allison was sitting out on the porch staring out to the world. However, she started to recall the conversation she had with her best friend Jasmine. The reason she began to remember their conversation was because she felt that day reminded Allison of all the bad days she had in the last few years. Considering Allison was day dreaming, she watched and listened carefully to everything that was going on. On November 6, 2016, 12pm, Allison Began to get frustrated with

As we drive the dirt road passing every memory, one attracted more attention than others. This particular moment at the time was joyous, but only for me. It frightened Maggie and Mother. Why did I find so much delight in this situation? My childhood home was burning right before my eyes while the most valuable thing was inside: the quilts. The quilts were made by Grandmother. Her hands sewed every stitch by hand and every cloth used was worn by her. It was an antique work of art; it would have made

“Wah hoo,” cried Madison as she soared high into the air. Wow that is really high, I thought to myself. My stomach was queasy from watching her. Maybe It wouldn’t be as bad as it seems. I’m just getting myself worked up, I thought trying to convince myself. We were at For the kids open gym night. My little sister, had been begging my parents to take us ever since she learned to do a cartwheel. She wants to be a gymnast when she grows up. We signed up to do bungee jumping and now it was our turn

It was a cool evening at the beginning of summer. I was greeted at Anya’s house by Anya and Lily. We were super excited to set up a tent and camp on the back deck. Lily, was very happy because Anya and I were actually going to go camping at a sleepaway camp, but she didn't get to go. We strolled through the first floor, onto the deck. I set my backpack down on the chair and set the tent on the ground. We talked for awhile and decided that we should try to set up the ten before it got dark. We opened

I could remember every detail of Mary. She was the kind of girl that when she entered a room, everyone would stop instantly just to capture a glimpse of her. She had silky brown hair, so long that it almost grazed the small of her back. Her eyes were chocolate brown, and people often said when you looked right into them you could almost see right into her. Those were the good memories. The memories that didn't haunt me every day. Not many people are unfortunate enough to watch their most loved one

came through this way, not since the creation of the new 156 highway across the desert. Behind the sign was a dense forest where the Srca[pers, the tent people, lived. The adults often told the kids to stay away from the forest and told terrifying stories about the scapers eating raw animals and being just general savages. Under the sign, a water faucet glinted with morning dew. She began to fill her bucket but the faucet was slow so she just waited there, watching the bucket slowly fill up. She

It all started with a weird feeling...' 'I knew once I got involved chaos would be released...' 'But who knew it'd end up like this?' 'Why didn't I just listen to myself.' 'What an idiot...' "Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love." - Mother Teresa "Rosie, we're about to leave! You coming?" my dad called out. "Yeah dad! Hang on a sec!" I said. I turned around and walked a little towards my mother's picture. She was such a beautiful woman

It is a white ridge across the span of my knee. The ridges feel rough against my fingertips as I run my hand across it. Little bumps are present and it appears as if to a shooting star. There is a larger spot and then a thin ridge following behind it, all a stark contrast of color from the rest of my skin. I smile at the memorable thought associated with the scar, but also wince as I think of the pain. Now the scar seems to be a wisp of an ordeal from a past life. Even a year after I got it, it was

My vision slowed I felt dizzy and hot. “Let's go get some breakfast.” my friend Lily said. “Watch out for slender man.” I warned. We sprinted across the living room almost as fast as a cheetah. Apparently I ran too fast, because I slipped on a blanket doing a somersault first in the air, then finishing my beautiful fall with the classic baseball slide right into the vacuum cleaner. Usually i'm not the one who is clumsy. I could think of 10 different times Lily has been clumsy. She even has a shirt