Personal Narrative: Searching For Prim

I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen.

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?

In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw.

You don't realize how easily little things turn into big things until after you wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's finale announce itself on the T.V. upstairs. I packed in what was left on my plate, thanked my parents for food, and excused myself from the table to throw my dishes in the sink that was piling high with dishes. I dashed to the stairs and hit the first step before my dad began to interrogate me with questions about school and other things that had not involved my show that was now beginning without me. I gave him words of assurance and darted for the couch.

When I think of a place that is special to me multiple things come to mind. My bedroom for starters is very special to me, especially because of the privacy it provides. I have six siblings, so privacy is something I value highly. Another special place to me is Black Bay Park, which is where my family would take walks to back in Post Falls, Idaho. There is one place however that shines brighter than the rest, and that is my grandparents' house. I'm not sure what it was about that place when I was a kid, and it almost feels like a dream just thinking about it. When I was a kid their house in the spring always looked perfect, it was bright, smelled like fresh flowers, and the colors were enchanting. The sun was always visible, there never seemed

Overcoming “The” Struggle I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase.

Alright, I have made it to the woods and it is cold, mysterious, and dense with fog. The sight distance is only about ten feet. Hearing the creaking of the trees as the wind blows against them is very scary, i repetitively tell myself it is the trees and nothing else. It’s just the trees, just trees.

It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces. I gave everyone one last family hug as my wife said to me “Be careful”.

Hi, my name’s Donovan. I’m 17 years old and graduated this year with honors. I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’.

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. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

"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."

About half way there I started walking. I snuck up on her, but she ran again. She trotted into the barn. I wasn’t ever going to catch her I thought. At that moment I wished I could lock her up and never ever let her out.

When I was in my freshmen year of high school I was known as the guy who was too afraid to speak his mind and become more interactive with my years. After over a year of depression and loneliness I was destined to just run away and disappear from the world. That was until my family realize about my problems and decided to put me as part of the youth group known as the Young Peoples Department, where I have desperately tried to avoid, to increase my self-esteem and to motivate me be evolved with my own community. With that booster I was able to explore other groups which includes cooking at my church, ushering, becoming president of my own youth group, and join a group called the Upward Bound. One day I decided to volunteer at an airshow where

Then I left for Florida and I will never be able to explain how hard it was on me leaving you Kelly because you were the reason I smiled everyday the reason I laughed and Kelly I never smiled as much or laughed as much over the summer because you were the reason I laughed but being able to text you made things so much easier because I didn't have friends there and I could pretend you were there and you helped me during those first broken weeks those nights I couldn't sleep after what happened with Jacob I think without your support Kelly I would have actually broken down and cried cause it hurt because I trusted him so fully and trust is so important but you made things better cause I had someone to talk to someone who wouldn't judge my decision someone who supported me no matter what Kelly you don't understand how grateful I am for that Kelly you are the reason I stayed

Chapter Sixteen The Search for Everlasting An hour later we were following Sawdust Brains back down the hall, up the elevator, and into the colorful room. I sat down in a chair to the right of Ping-Pong. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a heavy sigh.