ipl-logo

Personal Narrative-Kevin's POV

567 Words3 Pages

Kevin 's POV The drive over to Edd 's feels longer than usual, and for some reason I can 't shake the butterflies in my stomach. I don 't know why I am so nervous to meet Edd 's parents, he has prepared me for the last week on everything I should know before having dinner with them. Pulling into his driveway I am greeted by Edd, waiting for me outside. "Hello." Is all I can slip out of my mouth. "Salutations Kevin, I hope you have brought your appetite." Edd says in a welcoming voice, yet his eyes reflect his inner nervousness. "I did, I can 't wait to finally meet your parents." The inside of Edd 's house looks relatively the same, except for the addition of a few fall decor and the scents of Turkey surrounding me. After just

Show More
Related

  • Gerard Bryar: A Short Story

    426 Words  | 2 Pages

    “I’m Kenneth Franklin.” He said introducing himself. “Gerard Bryar.” I said while shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

    Read More

  • Paw Patch: A Short Story

    761 Words  | 4 Pages

    Kevin beseeched. “Oh, okay fine, but we are only going to check it out.” dad said. “Yay! Let’s go!” Kevin cheered.

    Read More

  • Connors Detective Agency: A Fictional Narrative

    287 Words  | 2 Pages

    Casey opens the squeaking door to see Jimmy. “ I’m so glad you could come over so we could talk about this some more. Why don’t you come in.” Casey said kindly. Both men go into Casey’s office and sit down on the leather furniture.

    Read More

  • 9/11 Short Stories

    453 Words  | 2 Pages

    and she closed the door. I explained everything to the police, and they brought us in their car. They drove us to the police station and called our parents, telling them we were ok and alive. We are alive, I thought. “Hey, Kelly you and me make a pretty good team,” I said with a smile.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The Trevor Project

    775 Words  | 4 Pages

    I could not take it anymore. My choices were to either pick up the phone or do something I could never take back. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of The Trevor Project lifeline, it was time for me to help myself. “Hello, Trevor Lifeline.” “Hi,” I said.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: The Outsiders

    306 Words  | 2 Pages

    Elen Vaquero #21551 November 10, 2017 Narrative Merrell/ Wood, 4th period The outsiders >>>WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW ABOUT ME..... <<< ¨Hey uhm Ponyboy today we gotta rumble,are you okay,

    Read More

  • Chapter Summary: Personal Narrative

    297 Words  | 2 Pages

    In the scene ROGER OUT OF HIS MISERY, Jake is pulled in with the crooked cops lead by Alonzo to “tax” Roger. This is part of the crooked cop business. They get themselves in a bind and they make others pay for it. Alonzo is the head that abusing his power as a cop. He uses his power to kill his own friend Roger for their gain.

    Read More

  • Heritage Hall Nursing Home Essay

    1566 Words  | 7 Pages

    8 o’clock sharp, I need to head on inside to meet Mrs. Woods and the rest of the class so we can get started. I get out of my metallic grey car that’s still smells like it is fresh off the car lot. “Hey Austin, are you ready for today?” Kim says loudly from across the parking lot. “I’m a little nervous but hopefully the day goes better than my mind has imagined it the past few weeks.”

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative

    976 Words  | 4 Pages

    I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative

    996 Words  | 4 Pages

    "Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone."   I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?

    Read More

  • Twilight Narrative Story

    1623 Words  | 7 Pages

    "It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?" "Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My First Kenny

    120 Words  | 1 Pages

    First Kenny is born. I was so blessed I got to him and then he tooted and it was so hilarious. I said, “Wow! he stinks!” Every night poppa and I went to the hospital and there was a little white phone on the cream wall and you could call the office and tell them who you wanted to see and of course, we wanted to see momma.

    Read More

  • Modern Day Josh Glynne

    432 Words  | 2 Pages

    As he and his two sisters walked out the front door and got in his dad’s car, their mother shouted with big eyes, “Have a nice day!” As usual his sisters were arguing in the back seat. As the car was slowly pulling up in front of the school Josh quickly hopped out before the car even stopped. He mumbled “Finally.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative

    1067 Words  | 5 Pages

    The fire that was light for the night is burning low in the old brick fireplace. The heat from the low light orange burning fire is upstairs in the open attic. The attic is filled with warm sleeping bodies. Then there is creaking slowly getting closer ,with a light,bright as the stars of the night showing the way. Behind that light is a man in his mid 40’s and with fiery red hair and pale,freckled covered skin,he looked like an Irishman.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative

    1125 Words  | 5 Pages

    I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened? I got to school, seeing the old rusty sign that says “Bronx’s Middle School”. That sign is where my old friend group would meet every morning, but now it’s just a rusty old sign for me.

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative-Kevin's POV

Open Document