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My personal Narrative The date was October 8, 2014, 2 days after my birthday. One of the realest quotes I heard was “Don’t trust a soul” and i should have listened. It started out as any other day, mom was mad me for one reason or another, dad was sitting on the couch like always playing the “Call of Duty”. I was a Saturday so of course I tried to sleep in but my dad love playing his game with the sound on high it really out under my skin. Think about it you 're sleeping in your bed and all of a

After I got a text message from the bully at six in the morning, I just wanted to scream and cry at the same time. I sat on my bright pink chair and stared at my phone in darkness.It all started when a new girl came to the school during december right before winter break.The first day she came she was already the most popular girl in the school. Her name was Samantha kennish. Originally no one was by my locker,but then they put hers right next to mine. She started to be mean when I got a question

I stared out into space after i woke from my deep slumber. I groaned being unable to fall back asleep at this point. I stood up getting dressed in the assigned uniform from school. Hikari Academy was the name of my school, it was a nice place. But the best thing about school were my two best friends. Alex was a fiery girl who would do anything for someone in need, Ji-Sung….well he’s another story. He cares about everyone, yet he had a weird way of showing it. He was very cold and reserved towards

when August is heading to school, and he mentions about his disorder called Craniofacial Anomaly. That is when your facial bones developed differently. The next main point is when August goes to school and people are already making strange comments, staring at him, and won’t sit by him. Throgh out the year he finds out his friends are not truly his friends because they have been told to be nice to him by the princible. Another big event is when people realize that August is the same as everyone else

Gothic “scary story” Theme Terror The place I had stumbled in was quiet. Very quiet; so quiet that I could hear the groans of war 20 miles to the east. The place was a large castle, which looked as if it had been abandoned in a siege. The castle was dead and it felt as if it had been a hundred years since it had seen a human being. I went in with extreme caution; if anyone saw me, they would kill me. I went inside the castle and saw not a man, not a statue, not even a figure; I saw nothing. Nothing

her jacket. She looked too formal for this, as if she just stepped out of a meeting and decided to come here after work. Dylan kept staring at her, feeling a pull towards the older woman. It was until she looked up, he then knew who she was. The facial features looked somewhat like how she use to look in his memory, but tears started to escape his eyes as he kept staring at her. His heart raced as he didn’t notice how close she really was to him. He put the cross into his pocket, trying his best to

I walk up with a start sweating heavily and breathing hard. I look over at my sister to make sure she was alright, I then let out the breath I was holding "thank god it was just a bad dream". The clock on the bed side table reads 4:00, great might as well just start getting ready. I then head to the bathroom to do my morning routine and take a shower. After I was done with everything in the bathroom the clock reads 5:30 so I decide just to wake up my sister. I nudge her and all she does is rolls

have feelings for the man in the attic, but I thought I had pushed that away with my love and affection. Clearly I was wrong. I felt my strength regain as my sadness turned to anger. My eyes gazed up at the attack to see him, standing at the window staring down at me, he too looking shocked, though much more still than everyone else. How could she do this? With a flood of hopelessness and anger I turned away from the Vermeer's house and fled like mist before a radiant day. I steamed through the market

slippers and my winter coat, and placed a winter cap on my head. I grabbed my massive flashlight and headed out of the door. I happened to look at my clock and stopped dead in my tracks. The clock read 2 o’clock on the mark. I stood there, dazedly staring at the clock. I turned the light on in my room and ran out into the hallway. I ran through the entire house flipping on lights madly looking for anything I could find. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that would help me find my mom. I ran out

“Come on guys. Neither of those two are the best. It’s all about mayonnaise.” she says coolly while still keeping them apart. The two girls stop in their place and stare at Lucy in horror. “EW! MAYONNAISE?!” they both scream simultaneously while staring at each other with wide eyes. I can’t help but laugh at the exchange. I try to muffle my laughs but it doesn’t work because I almost collapse to the floor. Melanie starts laughing uncontrollably like me and we hold onto each