Personal Narrative: My Nightmares

Once when I was about five, I was alone in my room coloring in my Hot Wheels coloring book. Then as I was picking up the Yellow Crayon, at the corner of my eye, I see a small little shadow just creep my cabinet in front of me. I quickly got up and ran towards my parent’s room with my coloring book, and I looked behind me and I saw that shadow running after me. As I was running, I stumbled over my own foot and fell. I couldn’t do anything but start crying. As I was crying, I figured out that my cat was just chasing me. That day had quickly transformed from a fun day full of coloring to a scary chase. Transformation obviously create fear. This can be seen in the following three stories as well. Oate’s “Where is Here” Arthur Tress’ “Dream Collector” and Julio Cortazar’s “House Taken Over” uses transformation of an ordinary person and an ordinary setting to show us how easily circumstances can change.

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.

It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.

Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well. Great Job and I really enjoyed reading your critical thinking

Tuesday afternoon. I was reading a book and drinking a cup of hot chocolate in my room, near the window. It was January, but everything looked so calm and nice outside. Suddenly, I heard my mom calling my name and she told me that we need to talk. I couldn’t recall that I made a mistake in the past days, but still, I was feeling worried and scared as all kids do. I went to the dining room trying to figure out what was going on. I could see the sadness in her eyes, a sign that there was a problem. She told me that she has been keeping a secret for a long time, but it is time for me to find out the truth. I thought that she is getting divorced or something of that sort but she was trying to tell me that my aunt whom I really loved was very ill. She had Parkinson’s disease.

One of the events in your life I can relate to is when Lucky had got hit by a car in the chapter Jason Highway. I can relate to this chapter because my first dog ever named Lu-Lu got hit by a car like Lucky. It All went like this, when I was walking Lu-Lu down the street in Raritan before I moved to hillsborough. Next, as I was walking Lu-Lu she did not know how the world worked because she was only 1 year old, so as I was saying a garbage truck was roaring by and Lu-Lu got scared and ran into the street and got hit by the huge truck. I was only 6 when I saw this, this was the most scariest thing that happened to me at the time. The truck driver got out the truck asking me if I was ok but I ran down the sidewalk to my house to tell my mom.

When officer toke me to Roberto school I was scared but when Roberto got into the car too we

I just finished a Monday practice. Sweat is dripping off my head and my ankles are sore. We put everything in the shed and I thank God that we were going to the locker room. After all the push ups, drills, running, and working my ass off I just can 't wait to go home and eat dinner. I finally get home and i 'm laying on the couch and I realize that the reason i’m out there is for payoff day. The day i get to hit someone that 's in a different jersey, the day i catch that ball and the stands go crazy. Thats what im doing this for, Payoff Day.

All of my life, I had known nothing, but Snellville, Georgia. Snellville was a very small city in Northwest Georgia, weighing in with a population of about 20,000. Since Snellville was where I was born and raised, I was used to what the city had to offer, even though it wasn't very much. My family and I had never traveled outside of the state for two reasons: we weren't in a financial position to do so and my father could not get the time off from work. It was the beginning of July in the summer of 02', when my parents completely surprised my brother and I with round-trip plane tickets for a two week stay in Greece.

I couldn’t be happier about moving to Oregon. I hate this smelly place we called home. Hi, I’m Billy and I’m 11 years old. I was born in Lawrence, Kansas, 1853. My family was moving to Oregon for my Papa’s job. Papa works as a trader which meant we moved a lot. But once we get to Oregon, Papa plans to find a new job. Anyway, on with the story. First we had to pack only the important stuff in the wagon. I decided to bring my favorite blanket. It gave me a warm feeling inside. As we headed off, we said our last goodbyes to Gram and Gramps. Two days later, as we were passing an old abandoned ghost town, as if by magic I heard a crack and saw that the top right wagon wheel broke. It would be getting dark soon so we found shelter in an old abandoned

“C’mon honey” I said to Devin, my baby. We were at Stepping Stones Day Care. It was my little boys first day. I wanted to drop him off early, at 6, so I could make it to my job at school as a teacher. “Hello, I’m here to drop of my son,” I told the Daycare women. “We are glad to have him,” she seemed to quote back at me. “I’ll pick him up at six,” I told her. “Have a nice day!” she called as I drove off.

It was never about Christmas, it was about how I changed myself. Before I never had Max, I never lived in that mountain. I never had family or anyone to talk to. I was all alone. I don’t remember that much of the story about why I started hating christmas. The story many Whos’ say about me is based on fear, some things may be true, like how my heart became two sizes too small, and how I actually tried to steal Christmas, this was all me hating myself. However, now I will talk about the real story, with no whos’ alongside with me, this is the true story of how I, the Grinch, stole Christmas.

As I entering Daybreak Diner with my aunt and uncle we sit in the sixth booth from the door and the waiter comes up and hands us our menus. I look through and I decide that I want a unsweet tea and some french toast with pear jelly. My aunt starts ordering the same thing and my uncle orders biscuits and gravy with a coffee. The lady takes our orders and goes to the chef and starts screaming our orders to him. She comes back and hands our food to us. She gave everyone the wrong plates.

I remember when I was at the mall and my godmother had took me so I couldn't notice that they had thrown me a suprize party.So then me and my godmother were going to different stores and when we were done shopping she asked me if i wanted to go anywhere else I said “No I want to go home”so then she said “Ok i'll take you home but first let's go to the park for a while” so then she took me to the park meanwhile she bought me a box of pizza for me and her. When we got to the park we sat down and started eating the pizza.

I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all.