Personal Narrative: Go To First Block

It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school. After showering and getting dressed, I walked downstairs to feed my dog and prepare myself a last-minute breakfast before leaving. “Can we please go?” I yelled as I read the time 7:41 on the microwave. I usually liked to arrive at school early to talk to my friends and occasionally walk to Racetrac or Chick-fil-a.

As I walked in the door to my house I knew something was wrong when I saw my father’s face. He looked upset and scared , I really wanted to ask how his day was but I just couldn't. “Papa what was wrong?” . I asked. “We’re moving to America on Saturday.” This was going to be indeed a huge challenge for me. The next day I kept wondering what would it be like in America and how my friends would react if I thought them bye. At the time I was in first grade so leaving my friends would be bad for me. I knew simple English so America wouldn't be as hard for someone who didn’t know any english at all. The whole class time I would be thinking of America and wouldn't pass attention to what the teacher would say. Recess came and it was time for me to tell my friends that I would be leaving Vietnam for America. I walked to my friends and was a little bit shy and scared to them. “Guys…

I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to

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.

Listen my grandchildren, to the story of my past, the good and the bad, how your grandfather and I met, and the cruelty of the world around us.

My tummy grumbled that lunch was still minutes away. I tried my best to pay attention to my friend as he read aloud the list of ideas for the next Black Student Union meeting.

This story about almost six years ago, when I came to the USA. Before I came to the USA I thought everybody will be different than me. For example, I thought that all people in the USA are white with gold, white, and brown hairs. When I land at the airport and I saw a lot people with black hair and not everyone were white. I said to myself, “I was wrong about the USA people.” After all, I got home and rest for two days. I was very afraid to go out not because I don’t like to go out. I do like to go out but I was afraid that people will … at me because I did not know how to speak English. Then I stated my high school in 2009. On the first day I was so scared to go to school. The USA school was different than Indian school. In India students don’t have to change their classes, when in here student has change their classes.

As the Christmas season is getting closer, the anxiety of what you’re getting for presents is growing bigger. I mean, who doesn’t want to know what they’re getting. The element of surprise is okay, but sometimes you just want to know what you’re getting! So, you can’t blame me when I saw my sister, who, I pretty much know got me for, “Secret Santa,” which wasn’t very secret. I wanted to follow her to see what she got me, so I did.

Today was another busy but fulfilling day. I got checked off with my head-to-toe assessment. I followed my regular nurse, Nurse Clea. Since I mostly knew the routines of my patients, I started by doing rounds. I checked my patients one by one to see if they were stable and responsive. With Nurse Dre Dre, the night nurse, I got to do suctioning, tracheotomy care and start feedings. I feel like I’m getting confidently effective with my communication skills everyday that my I’m learning and enhancing my nursing skills. I was able to educate a family member who was not wearing protective equipment inside an isolation room the importance of wearing one to prevent the spread of infections and promote wellness.

It has been about a year since I first met Winn Dixie. I started going to school, and Stevie and Dunlap are both in my class. Dunlap is fine, but Stevie is not. He always gets me into trouble. Because of that, I don’t think I will get the student of the year award. I have wanted that award all year, because if you win it, you get a 100$ gift card, and free chocolate bars. “Gone, all because of Stevie,” I think sadly to myself.

I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically.

We were working on our final project in class. Up to this point, I had managed to make good grades and only participate in small group activities. The students fell silent. “Okay. No hands?” There was an awkward pause as some students cleared their throats while some looked away. “Alright then. Casey, Chris, Farron, and uh. Sarah,” I froze. I could feel my hands sweating and heart racing.

The following night we had caught our grandpa talking “alone” to something behind a bush, he always went out at night claiming that he’s only going to witness the sunset but it’s not true, he stood near that bush and talked a quarter past 9. October 20, 2015 my friend and I planned to sneak out at midnight and witness this mysterious monster, I made sure to tell my grandpa that I would be staying over the night at my friend’s house, he hesitated for a bit, but agreed and insisted to not set foot outside a quarter past 9. I agreed of coursed, and hugged him goodbye – looking over his shoulder I saw a photo of my grandpa and grandma I noticed her heart shaped tattoo with the initial “J’ on her collar bone, I smiled and pulled away from the embrace. Later that night, we got out through the back door at my friend’s house and sprinted to my house. We made it before 9, and sneaked into the back door of my house got equipment like flashlights and a sharp knife to protect us if we ever came

I am currently reading the book, Creepypasta, a story filled with chilling horror stories, such as the one I am going to question, visualize, and evaluate today, the terrifying story Come Closer. “…So his mere presence felt threatening…” (Clovdtears 13). Firstly I will be questioning about whom this mysterious man is that the kids talk about, secondly I will visualize several different areas in the story, and lastly I will evaluate the story.

. So standing in Derrell’s living room feels pretty wrong to me, but when it comes down to it, I feel like I’m doing the right thing. If Beck is here, then I have to find him. Beck is the only thing I have.