Personal Narrative-Grant Family

Sitting on the sad-looking, beat up, old brown couch; I express my doubt of my dad actually showing up to take me to the daddy daughter dance, which makes me sad because this is the first dance that I will ever go to. My mom looks at me with the look I’ve seen so many times before, when she tries to hide her doubt and say that something good is going to happen, and she says, “ I think things maybe different this time honey, I think he will actually be here to take you to the daddy daughter dance.” “ I hope so, I’m really excited about the dance tonight,” I say. “ I know you are, how about I go and start getting the stuff together so you can get ready?” she says in a soft tone. “Carlie!” I hear my name being yelled from the bathroom. I dashed to the bathroom as fast as I could.

The next day is the last day of school. Charlie ended up with straight A’s for the year. It is the night before Sam leaves for college. Sam and Charlie talk and end up kissing and touching. Charlie freaks out and has a panic attack when Sam touches him.

In the morning at school, when I entered everyone was smiling, laughing, staring and talking about me. Sunny ran up to me and said," Henna told everyone that you have a huge crush on Bill and made a sculpture of Bill and you practice kissing him every night." I wanted to die. I didn 't know what to do or say I feel like crying. I felt water coming out of my eyes but, I hold back my tears and ran to the nearest bathroom I found.

In this paper, I will discuss authoritative parenting and authoritarian parenting in the TV show “Gilmore Girls”. In episode 12, Rory and Lane were going to have a double date with Dean and his friend Todd. However Rory and Lane used different information management strategy in telling their mothers. Lane lied to Ms. Kim about their plans. She told her mother that she was going to spend the whole night with Lorelai and Rory.

But anyway when she was in Independence I had my birthday (May 8th) I turned 11. And I was so mad I almost started to cry because I didn 't think my mom would be able to make it to my birthday. But she did and I remember that I went into the school bathroom and started to cry when I found out she was going to make it to my

Maybe they just didn’t know what I was in for, maybe nobody did. I haven’t even stepped foot into fun slides since. It was a traumatic experience, and the worst part is, I can’t get away from the people who caused it. I was dating Lee Rapp at the time of the incident. The fourth grade celebration wasn’t going to be our first date, since we had already gone on a field trip, and to my birthday party.

One day, during a free period my freshman year, I had to go to the bathroom. To my surprise, when I pushed the door open, my best friend Hailey, was sitting on the floor with her head against the wall sobbing. I rushed to her side and asked if she was okay, but she couldn 't get words through her tears. Hailey 's phone was close to her hand, and there were a multitude of slanderous messages on the screen from her boyfriend. While intensely hugging her, I felt enraged.

When I ice skate I feel like Bambi when he tries to walk for the first time on the ice. On Sunday, my cousin, Elizabeth, texted me to ask if I want to go ice skating with her at the Pettit Center and even though I am horrible at skating, I said yes just to see her. Once we were dropped off, rented our skates, and climbed our way up to the rink I was regretting a little about coming. Now, I am not afraid of ice skating, but I am so bad it was a little bit of weird feeling to do it again. I ended up falling a total of five times, but my cousin tried to make it better by saying that I am still better than her boyfriend at ice skating.

Any fifth grader would be happy advancing to middle school. But I was an exception to what I just stated. I recently moved from a fantastic house in New York City into a junky little house on the bay of California. Even worse, I lost all of my friends, and was starting fresh off the bat. My first day at school was hard enough.

Since I started to become used to being withdrawn I forgot how to converse to my mother about my problems and struggles as a fifth grader. I will just reside in my room and a pair of headphones that became my sanctuary. Many saw the changes in me, mostly my teachers and parents but never my “best friends” and that was astonishing to me. The day I attacked Jackson will remain a blur until I die. All I remember, was going to science class with my project in hand, a hand-crafted car, the balloon which allows the car to move pops and hitting Jackson because of her taunting me when the balloon popped.

In almost every teenage romantic comedy, the dorky, hopeless heroine-in-the-rough gets a make-over. Afterward, she struts down the halls of her high school or makes a big entrance at the school dance. Everyone’s jaws would drop as they wondered who this hot piece of fresh meat was, because surely they must be new. Until someone realized it wasn’t a new student, but the mousy girl they’d spent their entire educational careers overlooking and making fun of. It was a moment that Priscilla Vanderwaale had watched unfold on her television screen for years with a roll of her dull blue eyes.

Most four year old girls are glued to the TV watching Disney movies, aspiring to become their favorite princesses. As soon as my mother left the living room on that Saturday morning, with a click of a button, I was on an entirely foreign channel that normally wouldn’t capture a young child’s attention. My eyes fluttered across the screen as images of children without hair were introduced, explaining such a big concept to my little mind. The Saint Jude’s Telethon ran for many hours, making my mother concerned that I was exposed to something so devastating. I refused to let her turn it off even though tears ran down my cheeks.

I got a ride home from school just like any other ordinary day in October of 2013. It was more than two years ago but I still remember every unpleasant moment, starting from when I walked in the door. My sister, Kaitlyn, sat on the couch in our living room yelling at her phone, who I soon found out was my mom. This wasn’t surprising for me since they had been arguing all Summer due to our move to Hawaii in June. However, what came next would shock me and scar our relationship for several years to come.

“I explained to you already. An idiotic dance filled with psycho girls sounds like a nightmare.” I rolled my eyes at my butler, Steven. “But sir Michael, your father says you need a woman in your life to help when you become king. A ball would be the perfect opportunity to meet girls. Are you going to stay in bed and watch Netflix all day?” “Tell my father a ball is not in my agenda.” My favorite series “One Tree Hill” became louder to block him out.

I waited for my mother to choose a form of entertainment to watch after dinner, that Saturday evening. Glaring at the television screen, I had hoped for a Disney channel movie about the Cheetah girls, my absolute favorite role models at the time. My 11-year-old anxiousness was building up as my mother combed through the channels. She then suddenly stopped on the channel for ‘CNN’. It was obvious that I was disappointed.