Personal Narrative-The Uncontrollation Of My Life

I am a constellation. All of my stars shimmer beautifully; all my sad and happy experiences that I have undergone are their fuel. In the diverse yet dark canvas of the universe, my stars shape my true image. An image that defines who I am. An image of fierce flaws and passionate perfections. A constellation. Among all of these sad and happy experiences that fuel me, one beyond doubt stands out to me. For if it weren’t for this experience I would have never discovered my career. This experience is much more than the fuel that moves me forward, it forged a fire that burns devotedly in the very center of my soul. This experience is the start of my adventure novel. The first chapter began three years ago...

It was a warm September morning, and it was time for second period. The bell rang; its deafening screams echoing into every classroom at Rincon Vista Middle School. I grabbed my heavy backpack

Then, it was my turn to play on our large iMac. I decided to do a bit of research on Palestine before playing my usual online games. I typed in Palestine in the Google search bar. Tap. Tap. My pointer finger pressed the Enter button and a million sites, news stories, and pictures flooded the large screen. I clicked on a picture of the country’s flag: red, black, white, and green. Nice. I scrolled down. White and red poppies. Pretty. I scrolled further. Little children being arrested by armed men, ancient olive trees being slashed, and maps displaying Palestine’s loss of land. The images were painful to look at. Before that day, I had thought that the conflict was merely about two groups of people, who had a difficult time sharing a piece of land. However, there was clearly more to the conflict than an unwillingness to share. There was death and mourning and suffering. Palestine was drowning and the world was blinded by the occupier’s fake