Personal Narrative: Searching For Prim

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. One of the strongest memories I have from learning to read was when I was unable to pronounce the word “the”.

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

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”.

"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."

Entering my junior year of high school, I felt compelled to start a Bible study at my school. I enlisted some of my friends, and we began building the foundation of, Alive. We were aware that we would face animosity from peers, but we wouldn’t let it stop us. Unfortunately, administration was worried that we would spark an uprising of groups who wanting the opposite of what we were about. The red tape of separation of church and state was brought to our attention, even though we were not doing anything wrong. Nevertheless, my friends and myself put together a presentation and showed it to administration on why they could not stop us. As a result, I felt more empowered. I learned that with hard work and dedication, nothing can stop

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

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 remember when I was a little girl and my Dad had just gotten remarried, my step-mom told me as we walked up to the entrance of Walmart she said that I could now call her ‘mom’.At the time I was six and I really didn’t understand what was going on and I went along with it being the people-pleaser I am. I just remember thinking this is wierd I already have a mom. I grew up hating my step-mother and ended up just calling her Mrs.Jenniffer. Mrs. Jenniffer has two daughters Ashley and Lexi. They were both mean to me, one time when I was 7 or 8 I don’t remember what I did probably just ‘had an attitude’ but Ashley said go to the corner, a common punishment, apparently my nose wasn't in the corner and she didn’t say anything she just sat on my head

In sync, April and I yelled with joy and gave Ember hugs. We also introduced ourselves to her little, dirty friend. Her name was Nora, and they met each other in the woods and apparently made their way to Nora’s house, which she did not give a location to, for about two weeks. To me, it doesn't seem right that Ember would walk alone with a girl she just met in the woods.

I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my new craving for books! We were starting school in a week. I decided that I needed some answers. I was laying in bed when I had a great idea. I sneak outside and head to the cemetery. Walking up to the giant ink bottle, I notice the door was cracked open a little bit. I open it and walk through. I see my friend Jack lying on the floor with a bite mark on his neck. I knew I had to keep quiet, or the vampire will come after me. So, I run back home as fast as I could.

Running down to the barn I see Billy Bob the bad tan horse in the back field. I go and grab her black halter and lead rope from the barn. Once I started walking towards her, she saw me and ran. She ran all the way to the back yard. I ran too, so I could catch her.

Mr. Ping-Pong smiled at Chance. “In some ways, you are a lot like me. Handsome and clever. I would imagine you’re rather skillful in other ways too.”

It was the darkest time of the night, right before dawn, when Nick quietly opened his front door and crept out into the street. He held a small lunchbox of personal items, such as pictures and small toys; and this lunchbox he vowed never to let out of his sight. He prepared for his two mile walk to the crossroad at the heart of his town. Playing the hopeful scenario of what could come from this fateful night, Nick became more and more anxious. After what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at the crossroad of Gleason and 57th. He knelt down at the center of the road and began to dig a small hole in the ground. Then he placed the lunchbox he had carried in the hole, and buried it.

“This isn't happening today, this doesn't happen. The chances are to thin for it to ever happen.” Words sank and echoed off the cliffs. The camera still stood there, hooked onto the tripod motionless. No one to pan over to the sunset between the hills, no one to strike the compound and start driving home. It’s the last remnants of someone special.

I had moved from my father’s house at an early age to begin my own family with big ambitions and even bigger dreams. At the time, I had every intention of slaying dragons and returning as the conquering hero with ticker tape parade and cheering fans. What I did not know at that time was how much of an everyday adversary the world could be and how many temptations and poor choices would be available on almost a daily basis. Looking back I now understand what my father had tried to tell me with a simple universal truth, “Water takes the shape of its container.”