Personal Narrative: My 16th Birthday Party

In the story "Excerpt from the winter hibiscus" There is a girl named Saeng. Saeng just failed her drivers test and on her way home she enters a flower shop. When she enters the shop she is reminded of when she used to live in Laos which she moved from 4 years ago to move to the United States. Saeng starts to look at all the different flowers and she finds A plant that used to grow around where she lived. This made her think about her home and it also brought up some sad emotions.

Once there was a kind girl named Macy. She was having a party for fun. She invited all her friends. Once all the guests arrived. They had so much fun until there was this weird knock at the door.

I walked into the school and went into the big, brand new gym, and sat up against the red bleachers. I found some of my other friends and started talking to them as well. Once the bell rang we all hustled to our new classes, because we didn’t want to be late. I had Ms. Yarrow, Mr.Lee, and Mrs.Shizzle. The first day went by great

Parents laughed and kids played. Reading the story made me smile. It just seemed lik a happy great time for everyone, Never wanting the fun to end. And the unbreakable bond between all of them showed this theme greatly. "A child—could wake up one day and call for “Block Party Day.”

She feels like she is in love with him even though they have not even properly talked. They end up never talking each other, and a while later they see each other with different dates at the movies. These events prove to me that the girl has changed dramatically throughout the story. A key example I found was located in the second paragraph where it is stated, “But it is difficult work, suffering, and in its own way a kind of art,” This sentence describes how miserable the girl is about moving.

When she talks about the two young children, she over hears them talking about her looking like a fish (Mansfield 87). She gets so upset that she does not even go to get her honey cake like she does every Sunday evening. Instead she goes home to her room which is the size of a cupboard (87). When she puts up the fur she swears she can hear it cry, because that is what she wants to do. However, she does not say she cries herself because she must keep up with her illusion of happiness to get her through the

There’s a little child and her name is Jane. Jane is five years old and she is an energetic ball of energy. She wakes up in the morning and runs to her parents room to wake them up for breakfast. It’s her first day of kindergarten and she's excited, about all the things she gets to learn, and the new friends she’s going to make.

She had grown so much in one year and her hair was finally starting to grow. That day, the smile on her face, the way she spun around in her dress touched every heart in the building. That little girl grew our family and made the program closer and even more special than it was before. Show time was creeping upon us and we could not be more joyful to introduce our princess Leia to the crowed. Today is the day, all the girls rushed around back stage to have their hair and makeup done and slipped into their dresses ten minutes before show time.

Our Thanksgiving Day On the fourth Thursday of November, Me and my family celebrate Thanksgiving at my aunt’s house because it is just a day to relax and thank my family for whatever they have done for me without being selfish or greedy. We all help today with the preparations. First we get together, then we try to entertain ourselves in different ways, and then we have our feast. We do a lot of fun things, Me and my cousin go buy muffin mix, and then we make muffins.

“The families will celebrate with an evening feast and will be fast asleep when we deliver the gifts. Wrapping and labeling the gifts they will deliver Kris looked at Martha and said. I’m excited about this, how about you?” “I am too,” she said putting another present in the large cloth bag they will use to carry the gifts. Christmas morning, after the gifts were delivered, the little church is full of people wanting to give thanks.

Jessi walked home alone, like she always did. Nobody went to the school where she lived, so she never had anyone to walk with. When her house came into view, she sped up, hoping to get home in time to do her homework. Most of the teachers just let the students have the day off, but a few dispensed assignments like nothing had ever happened. It somewhat offended Jessi.

I right away open my eyes, and seeing my mom tapping me on my arm saying “it’s time for breakfast.” This was a saturday morning up north at my great-grandparents cabin. I hope you like my story! I got out of bed right away and ran down the stairs as fast as I can, smelling the most delicious, buttery, hot pancakes on the stove. As I got to the kitchen I see the table already set, and pancakes staring right at me.

The sun gleamed through the window of my home as the birds sang outside, a serene spring morning. I gleefully skipped down the wooden stairs, running into the kitchen, eager to see what groceries my mom had retrieved from the store. My mom stood in the kitchen, loading the newly bought goods into the refrigerator. My brown eyes gleamed as I spotted a bowl full of fresh strawberries. Eagerly, I reached in to grab one of the luscious scarlet fruits.

The Gruesome Shooting It was chilly in the room as Janice threw over her blankets and slid on her fluffy slippers. It was 6:00 in the morning when she sat on her bed, staring across the room at her closet figuring out what she wanted to wear; jeans and a cardigan, or sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt it was, if it was going to be a non-exciting, boring Monday, at least she would be comfortable. The door in front of her bed was cracked which was probably the reason the heat didn't get in.

Dear lady, I was there. He sealed up the envelope and put it in the mailbox, hoping it would some day reach it’s destination. Tim knew something that nobody else knew. Except for one other person. He did not know her name.