Personal Narrative

Jennifer said she was so shocked she was struck, she hoped he wasn't going to beat her up more. Jennifer said she went back to her apartment and put a dresser against the door.

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

He pushes her of him, as she falls on the shining white tiles of the hallway. She rolls onto her stomach and pleads for him not to leave, crawling and grabbing onto his leg. He wiggles his left leg, unhinging her and leaving her on the tiles scream for him to return. He heads for the door and leaves leaving her crying on the floor.

Bella grabbed the book and ran out of the house, Alice hot on her heels. The sun was setting, and she didn’t want to get caught in the dark. She skidded to a stop as she saw the beaten-down building. Grabbing the doorknob, it wouldn’t twist. Bella frowned, and tried to twist the doorknob. It wouldn’t move. She looked at Alice for help, and she tugged on the doorknob too.

She walked in the next morning and didn’t see him she was nearly fully dressed. She was so shocked that she lost control and slammed the door. She quickly regretted it. She tiptoed like if she was walking in the room of someone very sick or a stranger. She

Oh my God, had she orgasmed screaming in a room full of people? Hopefully no one was paying attention to her. With what was going on in the center room, maybe they were preoccupied. Sitting up, she pulls her dress on as best she can. She gets to her feet, planning on running from the room, but before she can get two feet away, Donovan clutches her around the waist, lifting her feet from the floor.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Derek said with a smirk on his face. Together we walked through the long hall and made small talk. I found that the more time I spent with him, the more I began to trust him.

The other Kingsman enters and advances to a hand-made straw bed that sat in another corner of the room. He flips it over with ease, seeing nothing underneath and sat it back down on the floor.

Jane follows Amanda, waiting for the perfect time for the revenge. She had been ready with a knife. She keeps up with Amanda’s pace, and inspects there is no one around. She attacks Amanda almost the end of the hallway. Amanda’s eyes widen, and fell down. Jane quickly runs back to the classroom, pretending to have a nap.

At two in the morning seven years ago, my nine year old self was jolted awake by my mother. Begrudgingly, I peeled my eyes opened and tried to blink the sleep away.

Some nights when sleep is evading me, I lay in bed I think about my past. I often dwell on little things and exaggerate the stories in which they happened; however, a single instance captures my attention. Feelings of disappointment and regret drown my thoughts every time this painful memory comes to mind, and my life has been greatly altered because of it.

“How may I help you?” The words have been recited a thousand times to a thousand different people. After a certain amount of time saying the same words with a smile so fake it would make Barbie proud, it begins to become a sort of second nature. Even someone as shy as I am could do it with no problem.

When Caleb glanced around his room for a clue, he immediately noticed the absence of Becca’s portrait. His eyes drew back to the curvaceous lump under the covers. “Seriously…who’s in my bed?”

James holds his chest as he crosses toward a chandelier. It grabs James, throws him on a table. They struggle violently.

Skye opened her eyes after what she had thought would just be a little cat nap. But nope, she found herself in a rather small room. "This must be the servants quarters," She mumbled to herself, with the following yawn. "They could have awoken me," She added with a sigh. "But then again, maybe they were afraid after that lecture I had given," She concluded, stepping out of bed. Her head then glancing over towards the door, where she had heard a gentle knock. "I apologize to disturb you; however, are you awake, Skye?" Sebastian asked gently. "I am, you may enter," She responded, grabbing a hairbrush that was conveniently placed on the small nightstand next to her. Sebastian entered the room, carrying a black & white maid uniform. "This will be your attire while working here at the estate. Also, a tailor will be by later this afternoon to take measurements for your off-duty tasks." He announced, gently lying down the uniform onto the bed.