Prologue To The Therapist-Personal Narrative

When I was eleven years old, I tore my anterior cruciate ligament, more commonly known as the ACL while playing in a football game. Being only eleven years old, this was a pretty unusual injury as most ACL tears do not happen until mid to later teens. Hearing that I tore my ACL was pretty devastating. I did not know much about it, but I knew enough to know I would be out of sports for a long time. The next nine months of my life were spent with one goal in mind: getting back to sports.

I watched as the big fiery ball climbed above everything else. It shot out orangish-red rays from all direction and made the town brighter. As lovely as the morning was I knew that today wouldn't be horrible. I could only watch from down here, the beautiful shining star.

The late 19th century is commonly referred to as the “Gilded Age”. A time of luxury and success, for some at least. For others, this was a time of struggle, hard work, and new beginnings. Child-workers are one group that did not experience the so-called “luxury” of this epoch. Our story begins with a poor child-worker named Arabella, or Bella. Bella was 11 years old and she lived in the slums of New York with her mother and seven younger siblings. Her father had recently died from an injury he received during the Civil War and her mother was deathly ill. Since she was the oldest of her siblings, it was her responsibility to provide for her family. She worked at a textile factory on the other side of town. At that factory, she worked 18 hours

The darkness took over every corner of the streets. Squirrels scurried back to their trees, tripping on rocks and stumps as if they’re being chased. But me, I just felt lost. It was like I don’t even know where I’m going or where I came from, just that there is this thing in me that just leads me to that place. A few stumbles later, I felt that searing shock deep in my heart come out of nowhere. That’s when I knew something was about to go down. “The time…what time…” I kept saying to myself, but I had no intention of distracting myself with something else. The only thing in my mind was that place I was going to. My legs walked me over the stumps, by the sewer drainages, and under the overgrown branches, even if my mind didn’t know where I was.

The cacophonic cry of the shrieking bell alerted me to sneak forward. Silently, I strolled through the narrow hallway; taking care not to rouse anyone in their vivid dreams. I felt like an elusive rat, manoeuvring sleekly past obstacles to reach the end. The end – where I would find a succulent, luscious delight. Cheese. But this piece of cheese wouldn’t just temporarily satisfy my tastebuds. It would everlastingly arouse them, leaving a distinct, heavenly aftertaste that would remain there for the rest of my life. From here on I knew; the aroma of Duncan’s demise was nearby.

So she quietly took a step back and think of a way out but when she did she stepped on a stick and cracked it. The serpent got up and started to yawn. It suddenly stopped and looked at her with fiery red eyes. She panicked an ran through a door that just appeared in the sand, with the serpent hot on her trail. She took another tunnel and it lead outside so she got a vine and started to climb it and held to the tree. She had been up there so long night had fallen. When dawn had awoken she awoke and looked at her surroundings. She got down and agin amusly with the arrows. She finally came to a fork in the road. She pondered for a while so she took the right. She saw a bright light so she went to it. A voice was saying “face the serpent kill the serpent and bring back the head or shall you never see your house agin. So the light was the shining coming off a sword. She took it and ran as fast as she could. She came to the cave. Thinking I can’t do this she fell agin

The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G. I was so excited for the year due to the fact that i got to experience Y&G with my brother. Little did I know that senior year changed my brother.

His feet pounded down onto the blood-stained floor, his stomps ricocheting around the desolate hallway. All around him lights flared and sirens shrieked endlessly, a visual symphony to accompany his impending doom. Shadows encapsulated every part of the room, yet his eyes still darted around, attempting to find any sign of the incoming danger. He sprinted into the confined box of the elevator, the walls around him hugging him close, as if to say he would be safe here. He slammed his hands against the flickering buttons, drops of blood sliding down the metal as he punched it again and again. Seconds passed, each one ticking by ever so slowly, battling his increasingly fast heartbeat. The once welcoming walls began to close in on him, tightening

Jonathan had lost breath after a few minutes that felt like hours. He ran into a bush and ducked down whispering to himself, "Help me.. help me.. Please.". Jonathan heard a faint growl and moved around the bush. He began to make a loud sound of pain as a thorn stuck itself into his shoulder. The creature sprang near an area of grass nearby the bush. It began circling the bush as Jonathan attempted to shield his mouth from making more sound. Jonathan bolted out of the bush running quickly, attempting to push sticks in the way of the creature. He caught his leg on a stick he was trying to push into the way and fell. Silence fell as Jonathan looked around Terrified. A scream escaped Jonathan's mouth as the creature began leaping at him. He had

Over the summer about two weeks after school ended, my friends and I were hiking.My friend told us to rest on the rocks on our way to a cave.While we were resting on the rock we had a rattle and dint know what it was until it was near my friends foot.The rattlesnake was near my friends foot and when it rattle we looked around and saw the snake and we ran before it bit any of us.My friend ran so fast down the hill and ran for long time even though we were long gone from the snake.This was going to be fun but it transformed into a snake scaring my friend to make him from hiking on that day.Big transformations can create fear like the three stories below.In the story “Where is Here” use ordinary and unordinary transformations of the setting,which shows how easily it can change.

“BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!”my alarm clock blared. As I outstretched my arms and yawned louder than a fire engine I slammed my fist on the off button . “ I feel like I’m forgetting something ….? “ I thought to myself .

Fully awake, the young man notices a metallic chain hanging toward the end of the room — which at one end bears a large sharp hook. The cloaked men, finally stop walking; arriving at a horrific mountain of human skulls. The light of a nearby burning torch, reveals one of the men to be wearing an elegant black crows mask; and the other wears what seems to be an actual pig’s skinned head. Their long red robes are stitched with intricate Egyptian lettering along the hem. The man in the crow’s mask grabs part of the chain and beginning to pull down. Ultimately, lowering the large sharp hook into

Jacob Denvy was a 27 year old, who had no future and no life ahead of him. His life up to this point had consisted of nothing more than him looking at a computer screen, Lying down on his couch and eating food (With the occasional game from some unreleased console, and a series no one had heard of). His life was simple and boring, and he was sick of it!

“I’m so stressed, I’m seeing my parents in a couple weeks. It bothers me so much that I always have to be perfect around them, I’m always so stressed around my family,” Taylor says.

Birds were chirping; flowers swaying in the wind. Warm rays of light hit my face; I stirred awake rubbing the dust out of my eyes. We packed our stuff for the final event of this holiday at the theme park. Everything seemed fine. I got onto the rollercoaster with my family to have some extreme fun. I got myself seated with the seatbelt. Everything went planned until I saw the same evil creature facing directly at me. I then realised something was wrong. Horribly wrong. My face froze. What was I supposed to do? What did he want me to do? Stay? Run? Maybe I would’ve stayed, but something in my mind sensed the danger and shouted me to flee as quick as possible. I did what my brain told me to do then I realised something; I left my family – but it was too