Personal Narrative

I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen.

My mom, then, said to keep packing and left the room. I slowly start to pack again and reflect on what I did. Thinking about it again, I thought that I was being selfish. It slowly became night. I asked my sister, “Are you okay with moving?”

“WHAT THE HELL?? ” I hear my mom yell from my bedroom for the hundredth time this year. With my parents recently divorced, my brother and I had learned to just stay in our bedroom when mom gets a call from our dad. I was getting really sick of hearing about the divorce and ready to just move on, I was supposed to be in college right now

It was a normal day.I woke up at 6:07AM for the first day at school.I ate,got dressed,and went to the restroom.I had my backpack and bags full of other supplies I couldn’t fit in my backpack.I got in the car and was watching a video while I was in the car. When I arrived at school I saw everyone i saw last year.Mr.Kucharo put me in between a new kid called Darwin and Giovanni.I learned that he didn't know how to speak English.I had all my things unpacked and talked.I just sat and talked to Luis who sat next to Giovanni.Mr.Kucharo told us the rules and everything like that.I was glad it was only a half day.Somehow I was still bored.A couple hours passed.It was almost the end of the day and was talking to Luis.Finally the end of the day was

At least I still had Emma, a friend that I could still rely on. As we approached the school Ava and I started at a quick pace both trying to get to Emma first. We wanted to Emma on our sides but whoever got there first would be the person that she believes. Unfortunately, Ava beat me to Emma.

As we walked out the nice, crisp air greeted me and I felt happy to be outside instead of inside a classroom congested with other students. As my friends and I started to walk to our table, I noticed that my best friend was missing. I almost wish I wouldn’t have noticed she was gone until later because when I turned around I saw my best friend walking in with her friend. She didn’t even tell me bye or where she was going, which made it sting even more. It seemed like I wasn’t even worth a one syllable word to her anymore.

“JOE!, it’s time for you to leave for school!” hollered Joe's Mom from the kitchen. Joe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, Mom I'll be down in a minute.” This was going to be his first day at his new high school, without his friends that were still in Canada. Joe thought to himself, “I'm strong, I can do this.”

I am stressed. Not just at one point, just simply all of the time. It is a part of my nature. When people yell, raise their voices or fight with one another it may as well be a full blown fist fight to my anxious heart. It is hard for me to be in close quarters with my family because they are rambunctious and stubborn people. They entertain themselves by play fighting and actually fighting on what seems to be an hourly basis.

I never thought I would end up in this program. In a strange and perceptible way I’m glad I did. This program allowed me to come into realization of what I really wanted to do and laid down the foundation of me taking those steps to achieve my goals. What lead me to this academic point in my life? Ignoring my desire of what I really wanted to pursue. Of course, I had other side tracks along the way that included work, personal life, and emotional stress but I ignored the fact of not pursing a major that I was interest in because of commentary of what people made had me second guest myself and capabilities leading me into denial. In the beginning of my academic journey, I took courses in psychology and sociology doing fairly well. Once I attained

I remember it as yesterday, I was perfectly fine nothing was wrong maybe just a few small cramps' nothing much I expected April 11, 2015 I woke up at 8:30 I was in little pain didn’t think of much and I went back to sleep… because I knew he wouldn’t be coming until Monday morning my boyfriend left to go do some errands for his grandfather I didn’t want him to go because I knew today was the day but nothing still didn’t happen. My cousins’ came down to my home and we all went to the jamboree it’s a hometown celebration happens every year and she told me “today you will have him” and I replied I hope so we all walked around and I was very tired my body was so restless. I was ready to go home so we went to my dad’s house and talked to them for

“Shoot!” I exclaimed. I just realized that I had left my math book at school, and now I had 15 unanswered questions looking back at me. “Mom, can I get my math book from school?” I asked. “Yea sure” my mom answered. I hopped in my car and started the engine. It made this sound as if it had a dying battery, but I made a mental note and backed out of the driveway. As I drove on the highway to the school, I noticed the sky was a pale gray.That was odd, the newscast said it was going to be bright, and sunny. A bit suspicious I continued on to school. After I got to school I parked my car and walked through the front doors of the school. The first thing I could see is the one blinking ceiling-light. I also noticed that no one else was in

A family of three, a father, a daughter, and a son, lived in a quaint little cabin shrouded in the thick foliage miles away from civilization. It was a late afternoon. A cool breeze swept over the silent, wooded neighborhood.

When I think back to my childhood, I recall a number of ridiculous and embarrassing memories. A reason for this must be because from a young age, I was always very competitive. To this day I love to win and be noticed for my accomplishments. Whenever I find myself in a competition, I push myself to do better than I am actually able todo. In the winter, of grade 1 I experienced a traumatic incident due to this peculiarity. From this experience,however, I took away a very important lesson.

The sun is shining and there isn’t a cloud in the sky on this cool seventy degree July Tuesday. My mom, my grandma, and I walk down the sidewalk of downtown Ames and open the door to our favorite store. As the rush of wind from the open door blows back my hair, I am quickly reminded why we love to play dress up here. Our excuse to gaze lustfully at the diamonds is always my mother wanting to have her wedding ring cleaned. When the sales clerk tells us it will take forty five minutes we don’t mind because we know exactly how we will fill our time.

Jessica, a naïve 24 year old college student, woke up in a daze and very confused. It was dark and smoky, and she could feel something wet running down her face. Last she remembers she was leaving the Halloween party that was being held at a haunted hotel in New Orleans. She was invited to this party through her sorority. All the girls and their brother fraternities attended this party every year. It had become a tradition. The hotel was enormous and everyone was dressed in the most bizarre costumes. Jessica with her athletic build was dressed as a mysterious clown; however, she was very unaware of the danger she was going to get into that night. Her mind was racing with thoughts of seeing her ex-boyfriend with someone else. He was