Personal Narrative On Snellville

My trip to Sandusky, Ohio With all the significance that this trip holds, I couldn't have been anymore paralyzed with fear. Filled with both excitement and nervousness, I almost thought my three hour trip was nonexistent. I told myself, "this is something new for you and everyone else in your family, so make the best of it". It was all so true, I was finally going to Cedar Point after tons of years. Just feeling my body tremble from amusement of fulfilling one of many childhood dreams, was something to live for.

My Trip to Florida It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”.

I felt myself fading away. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. I was stuck. I could hear in the distance my mom justifying herself and asking me to not tell anyone, as if I could. The walk back to my room seemed like an endless tunnel with no light at the end.

On June 6th, my mom, sister, and I took a plane early in the morning to our destination. My mom wanted to take advantage of summer break to be there for a while. When the tickets were first bought and I was told the date of departure; I wasn’t too fond of it. Departure would be two days after finals and all I wanted was to rest.

I only knew I was screaming because I was trying to. Huge arms pulled me away, under shelter of a building. Then he arms disappeared with a bang, and I was on the ground. I looked around and where a counselor just was was a piece of metal and some arms. I passed out then.

It was all a blur. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I collapse and land head first. My breathing became hard and heavy. My eyes felt like they couldn’t stay up on their own.

In the spring of 2012, I was informed that we were going to move. As a thirteen going on fourteen year old, the news was rather jarring. I was born and raised in that house, in that town, it was all I knew. We packed up our belongings and began the 678 mile journey to our new “home.” Moving from Hartland, Michigan to Durham, North Carolina was not only immense in distance, but in way of life. It was a culture shock. I grew up in a small town where the population was 98% white. Durham is a larger city with a population of only 40% being white. In the new school I attended, I was a minority, and it was eye opening. I walked in hallways full of a multitude of skin colors, all brightening my world. While it took me a while to become acclimated,

My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely.

When we got on the plane, I finally settled down long enough to make it through an awesome Diego movie. After the movie, I just took a nap the rest of the way home which was great for my

I was horrified and in a trance unable of helping or moving. At that moment all I could ponder about was my memories, pleasant memories, and disturbing memories. I saw my parents' faces appearing in front of me and taking my hand, I suppose to a better and safe place. If this is my last moment in life, I'm happy with whom I am, and whom I've become. It's 1862, my name is Isabelle Robertson, I'm 17 years old,

I started moving too fast, and I tripped, cut open my hand, and started bleeding. I figured I had better leave and visit it again, but the blood from my hands got on the wall. Everything got bright and then suddenly I was floating. I blacked out and woke up to a police officer staring at my and my parents happy I was safe. I had been gone for 12 hours with-out contact.

Confusion swept over me, everything felt blurry and dull, as if I were trapped within my own body. My limbs seemed to move by themselves, no longer bothering to ask direction on where to go.

As were turning around all I could see was my life flash before my eyes. I thought I was dead at that moment. But then I realized I was still breathing. I wasn’t dead, but somebody else was. It was hard to

It took about an hour for us to get on the next plane ride. Well we were on the plane this one I slept the entire trip I was so tired from waking up at 3 o'clock in the morning. especially with all the excitement it just drains all your energy. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when we reach Orlando, Florida. The first couple minutes were a little busy.

Everyone was wondering what the Philippine would look like and how we were going to build houses. After the pilot made the announcement of taking off, the plane lifted off the runway. We arrived in Manila at night, everybody was so exhausted that we went to bed as soon as we reached our