Personal Narrative Essay

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

“Agent Ravi are we there yet?” Sam gave the driver an expectant look as if the agent behind the wheel could pull a platypus out of his ass. “I’m bored as a bull’s tits.” He looked at Jacob’s deadpan face. “You guys got no sense of humor. Must be a real joy having you guys around at the family feast.”

The wind whooshes, sobbing and embarrassed Yollie runs and runs. Without even lifting her head up to see Yollie rushes through the small park, through Henry Avenue, to the farthest right home. Blood gushing through her feet, knees scraped by branches. She knocks on the door of her small house, she hears footsteps. ¨Hola¨! says Mrs.Moreno before she sees Yollie. Horrified she places a large, hand on Yollie.¨Move it¨ Yollie yells. yelled Yollie pushing Mrs. Moreno aside.

BOOM!, BOOM!, BOOM! As the bombs hit the surface of Earth from a Martin Baltimore a bomber plane. It was a disaster the small town Yogi Socky in the middle of nowhere U.S.A.was destroyed many were killed for a few boys hiding in the cellar of their church. All the boys knew each other's name because they are close members of the church George, Mark, Logan, and Ryan. George said,

Angela Liddel stares out of the window of the limousine forlornly. Boarding school is often romanticized in novels and movies, but the concept is daunting to the sixteen-year-old. All of her friends she’s known her whole life live back west, and she’s never been to the east coast before. The Atlantic Ocean isn’t nearly as impressive as she’d expected, and so far feels all around disappointment to the entire experience of arriving at Madame LeFoux’s Academy for Exemplary Young Ladies. Angela wasn’t sure what she expected, but this certainly wasn’t it.

Kihyun has spent almost his entire life staring down at the compass embedded in his wrist; watching as the needle spun and turned and wobbled, begging him to go and search and find that person out there he was meant to be with. The only problem with having this kind of soul bond was that he couldn’t just do that. Kihyun could not just impulsively jump on any plane and start bouncing around the world to find his other half. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t due to his own job constraints and the life he chose to live.

“Oppa, why are you ignoring me? I didn’t do anything wrong. It was Sunmi who bumped into me.” Minhee pouted as she childishly defended herself.

It was the night of the heaviest fall rains; water flooded the earth. Deep in the Montana Sawtooth Range, a young boy was born to the Kinakii (Kih- nA- key) Tribe. He was taken to Chief Mikanahay for tribal inspection. With all newborns, the tribe makes sure the right healthy genes present themselves to ensure the future of the clan. Chief Mikanahay noticed strange bands wrapped around the boy's right arm. “Get me Shakalm,” ordered the chief! Shakalm, the medicine man, came stumbling in drenched head to toe; his deer skin matted tight against his body.

I noise wakes me up and I see the thief. The person who had been stealing our food. It is Mr. Van Daan. I should’ve known that it was him. He such a greedy selfish man. It couldn’t have been anyone else. My immediate thought is to get Otto so he can see the thief for himself. So I start to scream for him. “Otto! Otto! Come quick!” I scream. I wake up the whole annex, which is completely fine with me. All of them should see that Mr. Van Daan has been the thief all along. Otto comes in, asking, “What’s the matter? What is it?” “He steals food!” I reply. Mr. Dussel starts grabbing at Mr. Van Daan, calling him a dirty thief and a good-for-nothing. Mrs. Van Daan come in completely confused. I can’t believe she had no idea that her own husband was stealing food! I am completely outraged. I don’t even want to look at the Van Daan couple right now. Peter is an angel, and him and Anne are really close, but I can’t even begin to say how angry I am at his father for stealing food. “Mr. Van Daan, how could you!” Otto says. I can see the fire in his eyes. It’s the same fire that I had in mine. “I’m hungry.” Mr. Van Daan replies. After that I completely explode. I can’t take it anymore. “We’re all of us hungry! I see the children getting thinner and thinner! Your own son Peter… I’ve heard him moan in his sleep he’s so hungry! And you come in the night and steal food that should be going to them… to the children.” I yell. Mrs. Van Daan rushes over to her husband. “ He needs more food

James turns around, sees her. He immediately rubs his pant legs fast. They cross over toward each other.

"Let's see." Rin said as she picked out her lipstick. "Should I use the maroon or the rose?" She held the two up to the light to judge the color. "Maybe you should where none and then jump of the school's roof." A little voice in the back of her head said manically. "Oh shut up." she moaned as she put the lipstick on. "Sweetie come get your breakfast." Rin's mom shouted from down the hall. "Coming." Rin yelled back. "Maybe you could not eat and starve yourself to death." The voiced said again. Rin groaned and sat at the table. Her brother came in, fresh from the shower. "Morning. Dad already leave?" He said as he shoveled spoonfuls of oatmeal in his mouth. "Ya know, eating too fast will make you gain weight. And since your not in sports you might want to think twice about your eating habits." Rin said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You can be a bitch, you know that?" Len said as he gritted his teeth. "Take that back Rin. Your not like that.", the voice echoed in her head. " I'm sorry for stating the truth fat ass."

Okuyasu waited outside of your house with a nervous smile, rocking back and forth on his heels. The scene of him asking you out replayed in his head repeatedly, to remind himself yes, this really is happening. The door opened, and you reveal yourself to him, wearing the cutest outfit you could put together. Okuyasu’s mouth dropped in awe of how great you looked, and you smiled, stepping out and locking your door behind you.

“Thank you, honey; we’ll find something in the refrigerator. Now you run along,” Virginia said and acted relieved they were leaving and smiled as she closed the door behind them.