Personal Narrative: Manipulating Others

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

At age of eight I moved away from a country leaving everything my mother grandmother language everything going up I was very close to my grandmother both my mom side and my fathers my father mom was the one who raised me since I was nine months she offered to raise me because me and my brother are very close we are 9 1/2 months apart or cold my grandmother "BIBI"similar to Nana in English, she took very good care of me love her so much she was basically my mother I slept in the same bed as her she even had my own parts to cook my food in them nobody else could used when I turned six starting first grade parents moved far from her house and they took me away from her every weekend she would ask for me and call for me I only got to see her like

She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, squinting in the direction the crawlers were apparently approaching from, but couldn’t find any sign of movement of all. Not so much as a blade of grass in the wind. Jack shoved her shirt into the back pocket of her jeans anyway, occupying her hands with the battered wood of her bat instead. It would break any day now. “Nah, I’m serious. Ya gotta lay off them damn crazy pills, Dom."

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see it. Wyatt carries the priceless shark tooth necklace she gave him, locked away somewhere unknown. Hannah carries the cheap but meaningful books that she gave her, unread but still valued. Her mother carries the candy she gave her, hard but sweet, a reflection of her soul. Something they all carried in common, was that they all carried something that was given; taking turns, they carried pieces of her shattered heart.

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

I must have been eight or nine when I started planning with a friend to put on a play. Katie was probably fourteen or fifteen and all we really wanted was to do something with our friends, neither of us having much experience with acting. Looking back now, many years later and a lot more knowledge and experience on the subject, I’d say we were gung hoe and mess up on out priorities. First we started writing a script. Understandably she didn’t want me to write it and she never got much of a chance to work on it except when we were together sometimes. Well we didn’t get very far and our families finally convinced us to start with a play already written. What did we pick? Well, I think we jumped around a little before settling on ‘The Taming

There have been quite a few times where I lied because I thought I would get into trouble. There is one I can vividly remember. It wasn't major but it changed my view on lying. It was when I was in the sixth grade. It was my first year in middle school and everything was new. Math was a lot more challenging. I had a different teacher than I had before in previous years. Math has always been challening. I walked into class on the first day and I was nervouse. I got the general idea of the topics the teacher was teaching. I do the homework just fine. The teacher announce we have our very first test. I studied all weekend. I thought I knew the material and I walked in, waiting to take the test. I thought it was easy and I thought I would do well.

At the tender age of five, my family decided to put me into gymnastics, one of the most challenging sports, both physically and mentally. Gymnastics revolves around obtaining perfection—an unreachable goal for anyone, especially a five-year-old. Albert Einstein defines insanity as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Performing the same routine in front of a panel of people who will judge even my smallest flaws fits this definition to a tee. Welcome to the world of competitive gymnastics. What compelled my parents to put me in this sport, I will never know, but I have never regretted their decision.

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.

I gazed outside my bedroom window and watched as the raindrops slowly streamed down the windowsill and tenderly dropped off the ledge. It was mid-January and winter had finally started to kick in and take a toll here in New York.

The sky was overcast. It appeared that this day would be just like any other day, but this notion was surely mistaken.

Have you ever had a thought in your mind where it comes out of nowhere and hits you like a freight train? An idea so amazing that you’d stop at nothing to make it happen. A couple weeks ago we started a group project in English class called “Social Monsters”. Each group had to choose a “monster” that plagued the world today from a disturbing alphabet video. My group, me, Harvey and Ben, choose world hunger as our monster.

Thump! I jolted straight up shocked at what had just happened I thought it was just a dream. Realizing this was actually happening to me. There right in front of me was my new neighborhood it was all happening so fast. My older sister, my younger sister, my mom, and I were all in the car on the way to the new house. There it was right in front of us seeable to the naked eye, the new house.

"Mason, let's go before they catch us !" Liam shouted . Mason replied in a shouted distinct voice " Stop yelling they are gonna hear us. Liam I'm telling you we will be safe here stop taking a chance let's just wait it out man ." "I'll catch you boys don't worry !" While hiding in a student lockers, they were communicating through the inside wall. One had a math test for this week and one had the English test for next week. Liam and Mason were trouble makers and always down to do dirty stuff which no one were expecting.

Today is Tuesday, February 21st. Around 4pm, me and a fellow band mate of mine were walking home from school talking about the rehearsal we had that day. We went to get some food at a nearby deli. When we were buying things, I noticed he was buying a that was $2. He asked me if I had a quarter and I gave him a dollar, telling him to keep it. We bought our stuff and went to the train station. I felt kind of bad because I didn’t know if I gave him the dollar out of goodwill or because it’d be easier to be friends with him. We only started talking a lot today compared to other days so I thought it’d be nice if we were friends. He thanked me for the dollar but I felt guilty for having an ulterior motive behind my action. But I feel like it’s