Personal Narrative: Cry In Blood

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

During the third season of When Calls the Heart, I became the unofficial interviewer of the Hope Valley Kids, probably because I interviewed so many of them. And Jaiven Natt was definitely in that group. With his return to the series this year, we have continued to see his skill and character expand and deepen, so I recently had the supreme opportunity of chatting with him yet again, and this time, we had a decidedly different, but engaging interview covering a wide variety of topics.

Kathryn or Kat. I started using the name with my band, forever ago, and it stuck. I want to legally change my name, but I’m lazy.

I woke up in a dark, rocky shelving in a Walmart, stained with some sort of red substance… It was dry and felt oddly sticky. I assumed it must be blood. Curious, I grab a chunk of the red substance and started chewing on it. As grotesque as it looked, I enjoyed the taste. After some more chewy bites, I soon started to realize that it is not blood. It is in fact, expired beans. Quickly, I spit the beans out and contemplate my life choices.

On December 4, 2012, fourth game of the season I go down in pain holding my knee. Sprawled out on the court, listening to all of the fans look at me in shock and concern, wondering if I’ll be okay. As I lay on the court, all I can think to myself was, my grandparents came to watch me; I can’t get hurt. Coach Square came over, he said to me, “Marnie calm down, just breathe.” Sitting there for a moment to catch my breath, I started to cry. I then stood up cautiously to walk back to the bench, but I could not put any weight on my leg. The coach then assisted me by carrying me off to the bench.

For the next few weeks, I pride myself on being a good little captive. I do everything in my power to get him to trust me, hoping that he’ll let me out of here so that I can escape. So far, it seems like it’s working. He hasn’t laid a hand on me since I confronted him about who he was, and he even seems happier now. For some reason, he seems to be falling for it, which is good news for me.

My thoughts have condensed into a tangled mess, and a steady stream of coldcoldcold is all that’s coherent. Huddling atop my bed (hardly a bed; it’s near indistinguishable from cardboard and paper) is all I’m capable of in this state.

Bang! A metal ball slammed into the concrete wall behind me after I ran to avoid it. I was panting and shaking due to the side effects of the drug being tested on me. There was a crackling sound, then a voice spoke through the speakers. "Subject thirteen, we’ll be firing the last round now and it would be in your best interest to dodge it like the previous." There was a few seconds of peace before they shot it off. It flew toward me at an alarming rate and even with this drug drastically increasing my speed; I could not avoid it. It slammed into my chest and knocked me back several feet whilst the feeling of my ribs splintering and breaking overtook my senses. The immense amount of pain was surely over 50 dels and more than enough to knock

Next , after I wanted for my division to be called I was out in the area with a lot of really good looking hogs and in my head I was freaking out. So the first and second places people out of the three classes, all the first place winners go out and that was me. With the hog not walking again, I still got picked for grand in my division. I think I was the most surprised, but what can i say i amd going back out in a minute. When my dad met me at the fence he told I had a good chance. So there I was freaking out again and excited about what I could get.

I could feel my palms getting slick with sweat as the anticipation was building. Each teammate was looking at each other as each second seemed to take longer than the next. All of us waiting on baited breathe. Could the long brown hair girl wearing glasses really go all the way? She had been brazen enough to demand the impossible when she stepped up to the plate. In my head, I was trying to imagine what the hardest word could be. Glancing at the other team sitting on the other side of the invisible bear called a walkway, I could tell they were also trying to predict what the word would be and if this moment would provide a victory at our miscalculated error. Just as it seemed the tension reached it thickest point, Ms. M finally said the word

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

When I close my eyes I visualize our first moments on March 18th, 2013, and the nervousness I had speaking to you. How I was stuttering heavily awkwardly. However, little did I know that moment would lead into want has blossom today. It makes me smile. Without you in my life I am once again a nervous wreck. But even with these Goliath opponents against me. I shall not wither. You still mean the world to me. I feel dreadful causing this plight between us. Knowing that you're the only woman I want to see across from me.You made me a better person. You gave me the chance to believe in myself and there's no way that I can pay you back. But my plan is to show you that I understand.

I am working with the design group. Our goal as a team was to find ways to get many people to donate blood by advertising such as posters, flyers, and social media. I have also done research for my group. Two weeks before the blood drive all of the groups will pass out flyers and poster. Working with the design groups reflects back on my strengths because I use all five of my strengths such as communicating with one another. How we can get people to come by the blood drive? I had a great desire to learn about one another that was in the design group. The One Blood Drive has been great. Our team was very organized. Working with one another was very challenging because everyone had different logos they want to use. So that was very challenging.

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Blood. There was blood everywhere. My former classmate, Charlie, laid there lifeless on the tile floor. I stared at him, mouth agape. It took a silent moment of contemplation for my class to process what had happened just a moment ago. Though, as soon as the shot died out, the room seemed to have a clear understanding.