Personal Narrative

It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice

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.

" You've been spying on Alison?!?!" Spencer called out to me. I turned around and saw Spencer with an angry expression on her peachy cream complexion.

A couple years ago I had to make a pretty big decision involving one of my best friends back then. We were always together, we had many laughs, and things were simply great. As we got a bit older she seemed to drift away from me but always told me that I was her best friend. I heard things going on in her life that were major that she hadn’t told me or even hinted to me which made me pretty sad. I felt like we weren’t close anymore so I decided to do something about it. I had to decide whether I was going to go off on her and be upset that she totally just ignored me, or I was going to sit down and tell her how I feel and work it out. Of course I was a bit angry but I knew that being rude and inconsiderate would only make things worse so I

It’s first grade. The teacher asks us to settle down at our desks and be quiet. She says, “When I call your name, reply here.” It appears that I was the only one who didn’t get the message. The indistinguishable conversations in the room grew silent and I was hearing my own voice. While every other student was sitting patiently for his or her name to be called on, I was the only one standing. As I glance over my peers, I get a sly hint that I should sit down quietly like the others. A few minutes later, a student taps me on the shoulder and whispers, “The teacher called your name, tell her you’re here.” With uncertainty, I squeak out the single word, “Here.”

As the doors opened I saw the white ceramic floor, the red and grey lockers, and the alphabetically arranged hallways. I was in an American High school. At this moment a jolt of energy gushed through me and made me feel on top of the world, however as the day progressed, my head started to observe the ceramic floor more than the diverse group of people in this school. I felt like I was an “inbetweener” and I am not even bi-racial. This feeling of being an outcast made me homesick. A few months into the school year my English Two teacher gave me a book called “The Gifted Hands.” It was after reading this book, about Ben Carson, I realized I am not the only kid in high school that is feeling out of place. I learned that although our experiences might differ, we were all students trying to skip these few years and become a senior.

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.

There it was right before my eyes the little guy I met at my work. "It's alright I already knew you didn't mean it. Just hush now let's move to the couch I don't want your legs to start aching." I pulled away from the hug and nudged him to sit onto my sofa. I could feel my heart clench as his head dangled down, looking at his feet and nothing else. If there was one thing I noticed about this man it was he always seemed upset. He never seemed happy. Don't get me wrong I hadn't known him long but even then someone should at least have some other emotion other than sadness. That's all he ever was sad, depressed, or just plan exhausted from being awake. It was like Levi was broken in some

It's been months of not hearing word of my boyfriend, I don't know if he's alright or not. Last time I’ve heard about him was when the army mailed us the incident on one of his missions and they can’t find his team. That was four months ago when we heard from his family and the army commander. People started giving up if he’s alive or not…. but I know that he is alive, and he will come home.

I got off the plane, my uncle and 4 cousins picked me up from the Denver International Airport. I stepped outside and remember how beautiful it was. We got into the car and they drove us to Breckenridge, Colorado. When we rented a mansion for the vacation and when we got there we made posters saying “Happy 50th Anniversary Grammy and Bumpa!” My brother, 6 cousins, and I stood out in the driveway holding up the posters when my aunt drove them in! My grandparents had no idea why they were coming out to Colorado until they got to the house. They got out the car and started crying. The next day we went hiking, when we got to Mount Cameron it started downpouring with hail so we had to turn around and go back to the house. We all turned around and

The worst thing that happened to me was when i was in the fifth grade. One day i was at school like a regular day and then after school while is was in after school program and then my brother and sister dad came and picked them up. I was confused when he picked them up because my mom usually picked us all up and that wasn’t until four O’clock and then one of my moms family friend came in and asked to pick me up. When me and brother and sisters where going two opposite directions i asked my moms friend whats going on and he said that he doesn’t know and that my mom just told him to pick me up. When i got home to my mom i seen her in the living room listening to hip-hop music and crying and i can tell she was drinking because i seen two bottles

The cold wet miserable night was the thing that kept me awake at night. The cold breeze and the ear killing gun shots made it the worst thing to be around in the cold winter night. I woke up to the sound of “50 Million dollars to be won this week! Don't miss out and go buy your tickets.” That is what you dream of hearing just in the words of “You've just won 50 million dollars kid.” There was a slight problem! I was broke, I had no money and I just had to make do with what I had. Let me introduce myself. I'm Jimmy Clawford and I dropped out of school when I was 17. I left to pursue my love of youtube just to find out I couldn't make an income and my parents wouldn't help me. I have brown eyes and I've you ever read this, I am skinny with a

This picture is one that I passionately hold near and dear to my heart due to the fact it is of myself and my late grandfather. Reflecting on this image brings back warm memories of all the wonderful times we shared together. This snapshot is my lock screen on my phone to serve as a constant visual memento of his everlasting love. Seeing my grandfather’s arm around me reminds me of how incredibly prideful he was for his family. The visual of my hairdo and stage makeup calls to my mind of how much my grandfather used to enjoy watching me dance. Lastly, I am reminiscent of my grandfather’s smile that could always light up a room.

It's hard when people judge you when they don't even know the full story. When my mother past away this Christmas brake it effected me in more ways than I every realized it would. Her death allowed a variety of people such as; strangers, acquaintance, family and friends to view mw completely different from the girl they use to know for years or even the girl they knew last semester.

I was running, far too scared to turn around and see who was chasing me, though I already knew. They are the ones that killed my parents. At the age of six, two days before my birthday and the Induction Ceremony, they burnt down my house, with my mother and father in it. “Why me? Who did this? What do I do now? I’m so scared.” Those were the only things running through my mind when I heard what had happened. I was at school that day, it was a Friday and we were celebrating my birthday in school, as it would fall on an off day, and I remember seeing Headmaster Greene walk in, his face was more emotionless than usual as he spoke with my teacher at the time. Professor Reynolds walked over to me, while we were painting, I could tell she was upset,