Personal Narrative Fiction

“Well, I'm sorry but this was a timed test. You need to turn it in now please.” Mrs. William says while leaning on her desk.

"Up here." Mr. Lockhart waved a piece of paper in the air as his eyes drifted back to his book, cutting me off. God, he was really rude sometimes.

"So Seavey how did it go?" She said while staring then taking a sip of tea from her thick and vibrant tumbler before she interrupted my next words, "Oh and honey I do have to apologize for leaving you here I know you might not have wanted me in the room but I did want to stay the sitting area in the front. They have so many nice treats up there but... they called me into work and you know how hard it is for me on weekdays." she continued on and began to ramble which actually made me kind of glad. It gave me a little more time to wrap my head around what just happened in that closed welcoming but also terrifying room with one person that has a degree on getting you to spill your heart and soul into a conversation while they sit there and take notes on your traumatic life and judge every decision you make from the moment you

I feel a warm presemce on the back of my neck. I turn and find the guy who came in late. He points to my seat, then himself. I shake my head and turn back. Again, he taps me and motion to my seat and then himself. I once again ignore him and return to my conversation with my brother. Before the guy can disturb me again the bell rings and the class starts to empty. I grab my bag and head towards the door.

“Everyone turn in your papers! Your time is up!” My teacher announces in the silent

What a prat he was, pulling faces whilst the rest of us were trying to learn. The boy ought to learn how to show a teacher proper respect, especially my Head of House. I nodded as he mumbled an apology of sorts, shifting my attention to the front once more so I could hear the rest of McGonagall’s instructions. A few rows ahead, Little Miss Teacher’s Pet was doing the same.

During the first two weeks of the intervention phase, I completed my sub goal of going to the gym 2 times for 45 minutes. Weeks 3 and 4 proved unsuccessful as I was unable to increase my attendance rate to reach my next goal of 3 times per week. Between weeks 4 and 5, I made a modification to my plan, which was much needed and was more tailored to my needs. After this change was made I reach the last two sub goals and my ultimate goal of exercising for at least 1 hour, 3 times per week. Through recognizing possible obstacles, understanding my ABC’S, and developing interventions and a plan I was able to successfully complete my self change project and have continued to record my progress and maintain my exercise schedule. Coinciding with the

“I just hand to get away cause I had to go to a classmates house for a class project!”

1-Is there still a glass ceiling for women in the workplace? Is there one for men? What progress has or can be made to break through it for all employees? What about glass walls? The glass cliff? Are these real roadblocks for men and women in certain careers or is there more to them than gender?

Mah brother and I wer walkin’ through the field of apple trees in the evening before the funereal—recalling this and that or that thing that had happened in this or that place, flippin’ over the memories after the fashion of the Apple family who gather again in the place where we wer all born—trying to make sense of the fillies we once wer and of the members who wer once with us.

We semi-finished our meals and I was shocked. He actually did remember. Macoroni and cheese. Specifically what I oredered that day, the first day we met. Three years seems so far.

“Who am I? Hmm.” He was silent for a long time. “I guess you may call me the ghost of Captain McBride.”

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

Scotty is a golden retriever. One of the dogs that have the long, soft fur, dark yellow in color, and he always smelled like sweet pine. In school, the guys made fun of him for his beautiful looks, but all the girls loved it. The girls loved him in general, but even then, he never had a girlfriend. Scotty was always friendzoned, the girls didn’t love him as more than a friend. When Scott would hang out with his friends, he’d always have fun, but deep down he was never happy.

The only thing I could see was what I thought was just the inside of my eyelids, completely dark, but then it was like I could see a faint white light that grew brighter and greater. In the distance I could hear a voice of a man, and a woman screaming. It’s like I got the feeling to run to the light where I heard the woman screaming. She seemed in great pain and I wanted to do whatever I could to help her. It felt like either the light was getting closer or I somehow was moving towards it. The light was so bright, yet I was able to see some faint objects. I saw the face of the terrible man that I thought was doing harm to the woman. His face was so blurry, the air was extremely cold as if I were in antarctica, and in an instant I felt pain