Personal Narrative

I was sprinting through the woods, water splashing from the leaves to my face. I glanced up at the thin grey clouds circling in the midnight sky. Though it was a sight, I couldn’t stop. The anxiety was suffocating, the terror made my knees go weak, but I had to keep going. I had to run or they would catch me, and I was not going to end up like the others.

My first day here at Job Corps seemed very long. When I first arrived in the front I had to sit in a little room close to the front office I had to sit there with a couple of other kids. After sitting there for a while security came and took all of our bags to the security room to check for anything we couldn’t have. After that, we had to follow some staff who took us to get our uniform which took a minute because everyone took turns to use the bathroom to change. They gave us 3 pairs of polo shirts and 3 pair of regular school slacks. They also told us if we come to school without uniform then we would have to pay 5 dollars which comes out of our check that they give us every two weeks.

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud.

I remember it being cold. Numbing. Something wet seeping into the backside of my red South Carolina sweatshirt. The faint scent of smoke filling my nostrils, bring a burning sensation to my eyes. I laid under a full crescent moon, my eyes refusing to stay open, my sight dimming. The once starry night now resembled a cluster of tiny white smudges engulfed by a grim lifeless mass. Just as my eyes were fully shut, I heard a distant yell, followed by a woman 's piercing shriek. My last thought, “What is happening to me.”

Shuffling through the grocery store, I hastily pushed my shopping cart along, crossing items off a crumpled list. After eyeing up the prices, I scribbled a line through my mother’s elegant cursive font. I smile at her misspellings of certain foods, despite her previously asking me to correct her. This goes on for some time. I have my items rung up and exchange pleasantries with the cashier, and carry on with my day. While I feel painfully self conscious under the glares of concerned adults, I quite enjoy the isolation. By the time I am done with the day’s errands, I rush home to prepare dinner for my parents. The chopping of vegetables is borderline therapeutic, but even more so when accompanied with dim lighting and a diverse playlist of

4. Rewrite one of the eleven sections of Alejandra Pizarnik in The Bloody Countess to convey the horrors of Bathory’s torture chamber

now only a few feet from the white door at the corner of the room.

It was getting dark outside, only a red glowing disk was left in the sky. ’’Ouch.’’ I say as my neighbor’s kitten scratched my hand. My mum had left me here to go check up on my dad who had went to our little camp about a mile behind our property. She was worried. I wasn’t though because I was about seven and had no thoughts that anything could possibly be wrong.

Last summer I went on vacation to Puerto Rico with my cousins. We did really fun things like snorkeling, a boat ride, and eating at many wonderful places. Although all those sound really fun, I want to talk about the time I met the most cutest, most fluffiest, most friendliest, animal ever.

The alarm clock stared me down as the time flashed like a warning signal. Each beep makes me more anxious and I kick the sheets off in a panic. Although the loss of power is not alarming, I suddenly realized how alone I now was. I could not walk down the hall and have someone to talk to. I could not wake someone up for the sake of company because no one could relate to my surroundings anymore. There was no one to wake up or stumble to in a jittery haze.

"Kate." A voice whispered. Kate slowly opened her eyes and saw her best friend 's gruesome face and did what she 's been doing a lot lately, she

I was still half asleep and I missed having a simple cup of coffee You. never realize how much you take for granted until it all gets taken away. I was still adjusting to not having all of my belongings and my regular schedule. Such as no sleep because of all the horrific thoughts going through my mind, at first I wasn’t sure if that was normal but apparently it is.

I walked the path that made my way back home, but the forest surrounding me and the guard is unfamiliar. It’s all thanks to my new transfer from my previous home. He has an average Asian face. He’s wearing a white buttoned-up trench coat, the collar folded. Accompanied by black pants that matched his shoes.

I called everyone I could think of. But no one picked up. Chris and Ricky stood watching me as I sat there calling people over and over. “What!?” I finally asked in a super annoyed and pissed off tone. “You guys don’t have to baby sit me. Im an adult.” I reassured them. Chris just stood there with a dark stare.

Soft, quiet footsteps is all that was to be heard at the heart of the jungle as a man quietly walked between rotten branches from the ancient trees. His bow was raised, ready to fire. He was somewhat of a wind, once there now gone, going its own direction. The wind was blowing his way which made this day perfect for hunting. The morning was cold but the sun was already shining. The birds sang their morning song. He was so camouflaged that all that can be seen is the gleaming, sharp deadly arrow head. He slowly inched between trees, as he made his way down a hill into a clearing in the jungle. There stood a dozen young deer, chewing on grass that grew so well. He raised his bow, ready to fire. All of a sudden, the deers raised