Personal Narrative: My School

“You’ll see it tomorrow. I’ll turn on the video chat on my phone when I tour the castle.” He lowered his voice. “We’ll come back here together, maybe even next

Kaz looks at him for a second, face betraying how much those words affected him, his mouth trembles with the words he wants to say, screwing his eyes shut for a second before he opens them up, the fire behind them burning brighter than ever.

"I don’t." He answered. "I can show you my mini rewards that I always carry with me."

When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again. He didn’t want me to have a fate like Johnny’s. Don’t think about it, I said to myself. Johnny has been dead awhile. Don’t think about it now. I reached our house and walked in through the front. Soda was sitting on the couch, watching the television.

Miles Stanton, the man who took too much, is dead. Will anyone mourn the loss of a hero they never wanted? He was a martyr through and through, but no one man could hold that much. In the end he wasn 't much more than a thief, he wasn 't quite the force of good he wanted to be. If he had managed to succeed and stuff all the negative emotions and experience of the human race into one being, trust me when I say that the result wouldn 't be anything spectacular.

August 28, the day Kyle Morin would finally be someone in. The location of this dramatic transformation… Jeffery Johnson Academy, school of the jaguars. Let us rewind, Kyle Morin was a transfer student from Indiana. He came to Bolingbroke almost a year ago. He had struggled to make friends and was the stereotypical new kid. Then school let out, he spent the summer with his best friend, Grayson, went to freshman orientation, and then he is back here for the first day of school. “This is a fresh start,” he thought, as he opened the car door to his dads BMW company car. “Bye dad.” Maci and Kyle said at the same time.

There was a 16 year old named Vinny III. He was a good kid and had a pretty nice life with both his parents. Vinny Jr and Rihanna. Vinny III never really gotten into any serious trouble before and he respected his parents. He kept good grades, played 3 sports, and stayed in church. So you would think he would never get into trouble and is always honest right? Not until this one day.

Siddhartha Comes to America “Wake up Kyle!” my mom yelled, “it’s time to get Uncle Siddhartha.” I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and on my way I was. I arrived at Detroit Metro Airport with my mind still racing and anticipating Siddhartha’s appearance. I saw

I, Lennon Brazwell, had formulated my master plan overnight. My target: Cole Greenbryre. My motive: sheer annoyance. He was the most obnoxious kid in all of Belmont Heights High School, a sophomore in the same grade as myself. It was the personal opinion of pretty much everyone I knew, including teachers and those who didn’t agree with me on anything else, that he shouldn’t have made it out of kindergarten. His maturity level could have been compared to that of a chimpanzee. His most annoying feature, however, was not due to his immaturity. It was appearance based. Forgetting to mention Cole’s absurd use of hair gel when describing his persona would be impossible. It was almost as if it were a part of him; it defined his very being and existence,

Gal Tanem, 30 years old, is walking the halls of the Jedi Temple with his young apprentice Job Shnore. They are on they’re way to the training hall with Master Shak Ti herself.

Keyboard clicks and whispers across the cubicles fills the office. People discussing their weekend plans, what they are doing after work, and what they are currently shifting.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. But it would be a hell of a lot better than it is know if I had

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN I gazed at the tall pines that surrounded the patio, and beyond to the starlit sky. I needed a moment to catch my breath before I met Tristan’s glorious eyes. The kiss left a burn of desire I found difficult to ignore. But this was wrong. I wasn’t supposed

Chapter Eight Lena awoke long before daybreak. Excitement of what the day might bring kept any fatigue at bay. Packed and ready, she decided to step out and visit Zeus before breakfast. "May I join you?" Zora's soft voice carried to the entrance. "Sure. I hope I didn't wake you?" Zora fell into step

It was 2:25 pm in Murphysboro, Illinois. The skies darkened, the winds howled, and the rain poured down. Descending on the small little town was a monstrous EF-5 tornado a mile wide with wind speeds above 300 miles per hour. The Tornado had already ravages parts of Missouri and Illinois, killed and injured multiple people, and was ready to lay carnage to Murphysboro. It was coming for the town, straight on a path to tear it up. It ripped up trees, destroyed cars, carried houses into the air… and Justin Sky was caught in the middle of it all.