Personal Narrative Essay: My Hero's Journey

Zachari's grandmother showed the QP the court documents the probation officer left that reports he has 20 hours of community services, have no contact with the co-defendants, curfew set by the parent, and contact with his probation officer.

What would happen next?!  She began to go down, she put one foot down on the next step.  The ladder began to wobble Chu-yi, holding on tightly stops moving ,and the ladder is still.  Chu-yi knew that could have been bad.  She makes it half way down the ladder while her heart is beating like a drum.  Chu-yi starts to hum the swift birds's song to calm herself. Bang, Chu-yi hears the sound and hurries down the ladder.

Remember when you and I started down life’s road having no idea what life would bring but there we were so young and free ready to build castles just to fulfill our dreams you would be my knight upon a white steed I’d greet you day and night from the castle balcony now that castle has faded some and the knight has hair peppered with white the steed is longing to retire but our dreams we still dare to dream for love is still ours so many things still left unsaid so many things still ahead the dreams we shared some are with us still we’ve learned that the best things in life are always free and it is the simple things that bring great joy to us and that you and I will always be in love like the first time when we

I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and slung my purse over my shoulder before responding to him.

I was nine years old when it happened. I loved Shrek so much, I owned all the movies and the merchandise, I even prayed to Shrek every night, I still do. This night was no different "Shrek is love. Shrek is life." I finish my prayer, thanking Shrek for the life I've been given. My dad overhears me "Faggot." he mumbles under his breath. "Cunt." I reply, I say no more because I know he is just jealous of the devotion and relationship I have with the green lord an savior, Shrek. I can see him grow angrier before he slaps me across the face "Go to your room you disgusting faggot!" he yells. I hold back the tears and I go back to my room, once I'm in the safety in my room I let the rears flow. My face stings from where he hit me. I climb into my cold and lonesome bed, and the suddenly, I feel a warmth move towards me, it runs a large finger down my back.

With_the_fiery_Aventador trailing_right_on my tail, I shifted on my leather seat pressing down harder on the accelerator pushing my Koenigsegg to its utmost limits. The speedometer was vibrating tremendously_that_it_seemed as if it was about to fall off. It was astounding that the fact the beastly car_was_still_on the road and not flying. The two masked men had been on my pursuit for the past week. I had not the faintest of idea on why they were chasing me.

While she lie staring at the cosmos painted on her ceiling, she remembered her question about the crime scene. Just her luck; she had left her things downstairs. There was not an ounce of willpower to persuade her to move. A groan of a new caliber of grief left her throat. She’d found herself rather comfortable in her current position, and the idea of moving was less than appealing. She knew if she moved she would never again acquire the comfort that she felt at that moment. Moments like these brought to her childhood dream of having telekinesis. While she was incapable of moving objects with her mind, she did have a brother.

As the soldier left I stood there and thought about what I had just heard. This could not have happened! If Ra would just have listen to what I told him we’d all still be living and perfectly fine. So after a few hours I decided to do something for myself that would give me a chance at surviving. I decided that I would grab all the food I could for myself, and I would set out on an adventure to survive

Do you ever sit and ponder, what would I do with an express ticket anywhere your imagination could take you? My first thought was let’s go to Hogwarts, but as I sat and thought about it. An express ticket beyond my imagination? I know exactly where i’d go, or when i’d go.

There is nothing that compares to that last game. It makes no difference how exciting every other game is – that last one-it is like no other. Watching my daughter play the last few seconds of the North Half starter game was both exciting and bittersweet. Yes, there have been many games before leading up to this one, yet, this game seems so different. And, though this game starts the tournament and ends her basketball career, it still represents so much more.

The deep waters of sorrow and pain have overwhelmed me in the past months. Agony and despair has left me breathless as I stay on the surface of the waters, trying to find the hope and love deep down in the water. I am scared to go further to discover as I might drown in the love from the Father who loves me so. The waters can only keep me sane for so long until I let go and let God take over. The waves have overwhelms my eyes that I have become blind; blind with anger and violence so that my emotions have become equal with the storms. How can your love seem so innocent as the farther I go it becomes more dangerous? I am left breathless as you take me deeper. Deeper into something that can leave me wanting more.

In the Summer of 2016, my family and I were at SeaWorld in San Diego. I was having a great time. We had just gotten out of the sea lion show and still had thirty minutes to spend before the next show. It was then when my dad spotted a roller coaster called The Manta. We went to the railing and watched the people on it. I had never ridden a roller coaster before, and I knew where my dad was going with this. I watched the people on it scream with their arms flailing and my stomach immediately got butterflies.

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

It has been two years since you passed. It has been a year since I unearthed your vacant coffin with Oskar. Yet, it has been less than a second since you came to my mind. A day has yet to pass where I do not ponder of you, imagine you. I have seen pictures and heard stories of you, yet it always pains me that I could not have a place within them. I know nothing of you, my own child. In fact, I cannot call you, Thomas Schell, mine. There is nothing of me in you, and that will always be my deepest regret. If I had two lives, I would spend them both with you, as if that would somewhat compensate for the unjust life I forced upon you. A life without a father. Though, a boy need-not be raised by man, when a woman as sturdy as your mother is in place. I

sat in my 8th hour room, staring at the clock, waiting for it to finally hit 3:05. After what felt like an eternity I heard the ring of the bell and a wave of students rushed out into the summer air. Summer was finally here and I couldn’t be happier. I had a whole three months to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no tests, no teachers. I hopped on my bus that would drive me home and deliver me to freedom.