Kwasi-Personal Narrative

Do you have a bestfriend that feels just like a sister? My bestfriend is McKenah Kloes, her personality makes you smile everyday and we have the most crazy memories. Even know she loves to goof around she’s very intelligent.

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.

The sunrise starts to make its present known through the black bandit mask of night, its yellow belly and flashes of warm reddish brown brighten the sky as the morning first light.

“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.

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

I’m Kyla Painter. Today I am doing an essay all about me and stuff I do. For example, my family, the schools I have attended, my education, interests, special talents, my opinions about the world today,and a few more things. There is a lot to know about me. Keep reading to see.

Entry: Since hiking has been going on Ky and I have been getting closer to each other. I noticed one day he was making curvy shapes with his fingers in the dirt on the hill. I asked what he has doing and he said he was writing like people used to. People do not write anymore because they do not know how. All they know is how to type. Ever since that day Ky has been teaching me how to write. One that day I noticed when he was writing, he showed me how to write the letter C. At first I was not very good but I have been getting better, just not as well as Ky. About a week later Xander and I go on our first date with an Official monitoring our behavior. I wish the Official wouldn’t of gone because it would’ve given a chance for Xander and I to

Just like to drop a quick note on my progress so far. To start with the first week has been very productive. I have had a chance to meet key individuals like Scott, Amiee and KaiQi and core team. I have scheduled several meetings this week and next week with key team members from Sysadmin, DBA, Tools and Release team to start working on Q1 deliverables. Poonam has already assigned few programs that she wanted me to look into it.

It has already been a year since I left our farm in Eglingham to fight for our country, and in that year that I have been gone, everything has been going quite smoothly. When I left to join the British Armed Forces, I was immediately placed into training due to the need for men on the battlefields, it’s a rough experience, but I survived nonetheless. Does Father still wish to get in shape? I learned a necessary rule of thumb if he wants to be realistic: “Don’t run before you can walk.” Doesn’t that sound a lot like Father? At least, I thought it did.

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

In high school, I always had issues being punctual. It was the product of staying up late watching random videos off YouTube and waking up at 5AM to catch the public bus. My lateness crept into my homework and my school attendance; there was no stopping me. Eventually, my school’s administration asserted that I’d receive detention should I arrive late once more. Despite my greatest adherence, I slept in one day and woke up 30 minutes past my alarm the following day. I quickly scrubbed my teeth and threw on some clothes in an effort to catch the bus before it was too late, but by the time I was outside, I was eating its dust. “Woe is me” I thought to myself, yet realized thereafter that I could intercept the bus at Hialeah Station, the train

The fresh aroma of cinnamon rolls filled my nostrils and I heaved a deep sigh of pleasure. Carefully, I pulled them from the oven, a steady flow of steam rising off of them. I laid the tray carefully on the counter and stood back to look at the beauty of my creation. Eight, symmetrical cinnamon rolls lined up on a silver tray, just praying to be eaten. I grabbed the bowl of frosting and poured the thick, creamy, white substance over them, watching it slide like honey. I smiled with satisfaction. This is where I loved to be. Where I wanted to be. In the kitchen, whipping up something spectacular, watching the magic that I could create with just my hands. The different colors and textures and smells were outstanding combinations capable of overwhelming

I set the pen on the paper and grabbed my bags rushing myself out the door. I got in my car and texted Ashton.

“I will allow you to go to over Mackenzie’s sleepover as long as you promise to watch PG-13 or younger”, my mom yell up the base of the stairs from the kitchen.