Reardan-Personal Narrative

Eri got the news that he had to move to a new school, he did not

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

After checking on dinner Katt calls for KeVonna. the youngest of the girls however she was 9 years older than Kyngston the baby boy. Happy to be called away from her sisters bickering over who helped the most in the house. Knowing She never could seriously argue on her own behalf. "Yeah momma!" she gleamed as she looked at the food being prepared. her large eyes smiling with excitement. under a huge messy bun of curly hair were plump cheeks on a round face helped convey a youthful look of innocence. She was skilled at using it o her advantage as Katt found it difficult to look at her and stay angry. KeVonna having to always say what's on her mind without thinking usually got away with it. actually everyone let her get away with a lot of things.

Mark Depsey III is the president of the country club social committee, making him and his wife ranked at the top of the socialite hierarchy.

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

A fisherman, sitting in his boat, distraught by why he hasn’t caught a single fish. He sits there as one, two and three hours pass but not even a nibble. He’s tried all that he can but it seems as if nothing wants to work. He has gone so far past his boiling point that he goes to shore to grab some rocks and he starts throwing them at his bobber, harder and harder as each one goes by, harder and harder as each minute ticks by. That’s when it happens, he finally decides to give up, if only he would have waited though, he could have had the biggest catch in his life.

"Tehgan" is what she calls me. Kennedy my older sister had an amazing life. She was treated like a queen. She got anything she wanted, she got a brand new car too. I loved to watch Kennedy dance, she was wonderful. She had a career, until she messed up the rest of her life. Kennedy had a best friend (Taylor). Taylor didn't care what she did neither did her parents. We Kennedy got her car the only rule was to not take it to Taylors house. Taylor had party's, drank, smoke, and did drugs.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away. By that I mean about an hour or two drive from visalia. When I was eight and my brother four. We had gone tobogganing with our family. The snow was glistening white and quite untouched by any other people for there was no lemon flavored snow.

Zoe, Zoe Sunny Conti was the most popular and prettiest at Pinnacle high school at least that was what she thought. Her father was one wealthy man, he owned a company and Zoe had fancy expensive clothing and the newest iphone with nice luxurious cars that her father owned, she, herself owned a Range Rover. Though she was known well at school there was another girl her name was Kaylee Chloe Parsons her ex-bestie, their whole friendship ended because of a guy that they both liked, which the guy moved to Oregon the next year. Anyway back to Zoe and Kaylee, stopped being friends sophomore year and they always try to be better than one another in everything, throwing the better party, looking the best, having the most expensive brand clothing, dating the “hotter” guy, everything even P.E. dodgeball. Kaylee wasn't her enemy this time as the days went on. One day her dad got home she was in the living room watching a movie while she looked at her dad and he looked sad, upset just not in the bestest of the mood, she wondered why this must of been

I hear it from my bed, my mom’s flip-flops hitting the floor. Dread fills me as the footsteps get closer and closer. “Si se la pasa ahorita”. She forces the phone into my hand and mouths that es tu abuelita. She walks out and I’m left with silence on the other line. I take a deep breath and practice the words in my head as quickly as I can. “Hola Abuelita, como estas?” A million things run through my head. I could tell her about my friends, my grades, the movie that I saw or how I really love her and how I miss her, but none of that comes out. It’s a quick “how are you?...I’m good...Say hi to everyone for me. I love you” I hurriedly end the conversation, pushing the phone back into my mom’s hands and running away to my room.

Spencer Reid was always picked on as a child, and even throughout adulthood. Spencer has always been smarter than the average person around him, with his IQ of 187, and an eidetic memory. Once, when he was only about thirteen years old, one of his old classmates, he had already graduated the year before, asked him to go out with her after he had written her a series of poems that showed his love for her. They planned a place and time to meet, and on the day of those plans the girl stood Spencer up. He thought it was okay though, he never really liked her in the first place, that is what he told himself anyways on the off-chance that his mother or anyone else would ask about how his night went. Spencer doubted anyone would though.

Ian ran upstairs to take a five minute shower, and quickly dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt with some khaki shorts. He attempted to fix his hair, it was a little damp, but there wasn't time to properly dry it, so it was fine.