Personal Narrative

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

Were I to name one thing unique about me, it would be that I’m one of the only people I know who can say from experience which is more difficult; writing a personal essay or surviving a life-or-death, take-no-prisoners spy shootout, complete with a crowd of bad guys, laser guns, and of course, a hero and a sidekick. I’m the sidekick.

I think about it for a moment. "Thanks for the offer babe, but I'd rather fly this one solo" I reply to him.

I felt the tears push against my eyelids, threatening to spill onto my cheeks. The deep breaths that were supposed to calm me down were not working in the slightest and I wanted nothing more than to hide under something, anything, and avoid all responsibility for a while. Through blurred vision, I could barely make out the shocked faces of my friends. This was not supposed to happen here, in the middle of physics class. This was the kind of thing that a person should save for being safely hidden behind closed doors. I glanced down at the four little words on my phone and lost it. The floodgates opened. Hot tears turned my face into a network of rivers and lakes. The saltwater filled the dark bags under my eyes and turned them into oceans. Rivulets

Hello! I hope everyone is having a great day/afternoon/night. I’m Mayra Barragan, I’m Mexican, so yay tacos and burritos! No, I’m just playing. I do love tacos, but believe it or not, that’s not all we eat or that we tremendously adore. I am the type of person who would rather keep to themselves than socialize and attempt to make new friends because I’m not so good at it. Singing, drawing, decorating, crafting, listening to music, reading and writing are not only my hobbies but some are also my passions. English is my absolute favorite subject because the ways we can utilize it are endless and can also be very creative.

I always wanted an all-terrain mountain bike. That finally happened when me and my family went shopping at Walmart for a new bicycle because recently I learned how to ride a bike with two wheels. Due to my practice behind the handles my parents thought since that it was summer and I needed the physical exercise, that I should get a bike. Also that I couldn’t ride my original small dirt bicycle. It was a jolly experience on a large bike for the first time.

Stop, stop, stop!! The kids are sleeping, please stop. “ I don’t care if the kids wake up you can’t do anything right, your worthless.”

When I was in kindergarten, my mom who had just broke up with Wane A.K.A. the worst person on Earth, met my soon to be step-dad, Chris. They dated for a little bit, about three years or so. Chris was awesome, he would play super-heroes with me, and even let me jump on the couch. Then, one day, mom and Chris announced to both his family, my mom’s family and me, that they are going to get married. A year after the announcement we went on Royal Caribbean’s “Oasis of the Seas”, which was so big, it felt like being on the Titanic. We had a wedding on water, the taste of sea salt made me think of making cookies with my grandma. The day after the wedding I almost chopped my big toe off trying to stop the elevator door from closing. The doors felt like two razor blades

A few hours and two trips back to the refrigerator later, John found himself staring at the clock on the wall, attempting to decipher the time. It had to have been well into the evening by now, and he surely was supposed to be home hours ago but Alexander Hamilton had a way of making you forget things like that. He had just done a rendition of a Christmas song that John could not recall moments before and had stumbled through the lyrics to the tune of John’s laughter. At the final chord, Alex had taken it upon himself to dramatically drape his body across John’s legs and pushed as close as he could manage into his chest. John giggled at this before absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair.

Abruptly awoken at the break of dawn towards the end of the hot season, my owner swiftly moves across the house gathering the essentials needed for his rigorous day. My owner’s name is Jordan and he is a six foot tall senior in high school. Jordan rises early many days and decides to sleep later on other days, which is quite confusing at times. Jordan does not always awaken me with all the commotion emitting from him, which is peculiar because Jordan sounds like a herd of elephants every morning. If Jordan’s loud and excessive noises do not rouse me the commotion of the other family members usually does the trick. After the tumultuous family dispatches I am left alone in a house of seldom activities for an animal. My day is spent waiting for Jordan, or any other human, to return home and grant me with their presence.

A story shared with friends and relatives is when I shot my nine point buck. My dad and I were sitting behind some brush and were just about to leave. We heard something to the right and looked over and saw antlers. I pulled up my gun and shot. I missed. It ran off to about 100 yards away and stopped and looked back at us. By that time I had the gun reloaded and aimed above him and shot. I hit him. He ran off into the woods.

Life can always push you trough big changes in any instant of your life. I honestly would have never thought that at this very young and short age my life would have changed the way it did, to be completely honest it was truly a blessing. I had been born and raised going to a catholic church with my parents and sister, every Sunday at eight a.m. My family and i would be at church, it was only an hour long and it always went by really fast actually. I know my parents only wanted the best for me and my sister, to be raised by a good family that believed in God, but to be honest as i grew older it started just becoming a habit to be at church every Sunday, of course my parents hoped for me to actually learn something every time

One of my worse my memories happened at the age of 9. It has traumatized me for my life and sometimes I still recap back to that day. We lived in an upstairs apartment in Los Angeles, CA. It was a regular morning, my mother and I were getting ready for work and school. Every morning she would take me to school before she goes to work. This particular morning, we ran into two unknown men downstairs of our apartment. One of the men saw us, pulled my mother to the side, started to talk to her and pulled out a weapon. The other man, led me back upstairs and we knocked on my aunt’s door. One of the unknown men, pushed us inside and told us to sit down. The man with the weapon, ask my aunt where was all of her money and started to beat her. I started

Little did I know that as an adult I would grow up to play that silly, annoying and pointless game of telephone. Although, this time it was not among five friends on the playground. The adult version was a giant, Costco-sized, City-wide version of the game.

My release was under the cover of night in the empty parking lot of an abandoned business. When my blindfold was taken off, I saw June’s car already waiting for me in the lot. As the men who released me climbed back into their van, the last one on board pointed an outstretched finger and said, “Twenty miles, east,” after that I was alone in the pitch black.