Personal Narrative

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 was a hot sweltering Saturday in August, August twenty-seventh to be exact. I remember waking up that morning with my stomach in knots we were to play the Hot Springs Bison. Sure, I played JV last year and practiced all summer with the first team but now all the hot god awful gut ranching two a day practices were about to pay off.

I was not an intentionally bigoted twelve-year-old. I was raised in an affluent suburban community where the vast majority of people are white. The 100% white private nursery school which I attended was chosen by my parents largely due to its proximity to our home. My public elementary school was about 70% white as it was populated with students who resided nearby. Finally, the private middle school which I attended, located almost an hour from my home, provided me with exposure to the most diverse student body of my youth as it was comprised of about 65% Caucasian children. What each of these formative academic experiences shared in common was both that their student bodies were disproportionately Caucasian, as well as that their senior administrators

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

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself there again. I always find myself in the same place, stuck in the exact moment of time when it all happened. I struggled to get a hold of myself. Is this a memory or am I still in Afghanistan?

I wish I could tell you all of this in person but I know if I try I’ll probably get very nervous and forget some small details that I would really like to tell you, and those are probably the most important to me. I saw you for the first time on February 23 at the valentines party, and that was such a fortunate thing to go to because I was able to get free food, have a good time, see old friends I haven’t seen since last semester, but most importantly I was able to see you. I didn’t know who you were at the time, but I knew you were like a very sweet, funny, caring, smart, and very beautiful just from your appearance. I first noticed you when you sat across from me when we were playing charades, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to get to

I find myself on the rough carpet I had fallen on when the piercing screams of the alarm began. Beside me, the man who had murdered my mother has a tight grip on my arm, preventing me from lunging at him again, or causing myself any more bodily harm. I realize that I had passed out, or at least day dreamt of Xavier while I was on the ground screaming for someone to help me.

I caught up on my own breath as he did the same, but I was more embarrassed than him, he appeared relaxed and normal... I was blushing like crazy then he apologize immediately.

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.

It's gross, but I don't care. It feels suddenly like all the life has drained out of me and I sit there, limp and emotionless for a long, long time until Alex is pounding on the door, begging me to let him in. His voice is loud and broken and I can tell he's been crying. It feels like the entire world is falling around me and when I finally open the door, shaking like a leaf,I collapse into his arms."It's going to be okay,"Alex whispers into my temple, smearing tears into my hair.I'm not convinced, but I follow Alex back to Dr. Allen's office anyway because what else am I supposed to do?Once we're settled back in the uncomfortable plastic chairs the doctor smiles professionally.I wonder how many people he's had to tell they were dying. He's

Sometimes, you receive wisdom from unexpected places and people at unexpected times. If you are lucky, it will remain embedded in your mind the rest of your life. If you are smart, you’ll use it.

It’s too early to do anything to your full capacity, I think as I board my morning train for my commute to the city. As I sit down on one of the dingy, dark blue, mildly nauseating seats, I glance around at my companions for the hour. One middle-aged businessman who is entirely too full of himself, one tired mother with a sleeping baby, and her.

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.

I remember her as if we had just met for the first time yesterday. It was a cold day in Sweden, I had just dropped off my bags on the hotel floor. I can’t believe I actually left my phone in the car, it must be the jet lag starting to kick in. Once I reached my car to retrieve my phone I witnessed a bizarre scenario. It was quite intimidating actually, there was a girl in the automobile next to mine. She was staring ahead at the hotel with a blank expression on her face. At this point I was debating whether I should totally mind my own business and go back to my room to unwind. After all, I had just been in an airplane for the past eight hours. There was something about her though, before I knew it, I was tapping on her window. “What’s the matter?” I asked as she