Personal Narrative: Mckenah Kloes

I am grateful for Bella. We both play this game called, township, and she often help me on there. She either give me supplies I requested, or help both of us earn reward in competition. She is also able to makes the game playing experience more enjoyable. In addition, one time, I have only until 15 minutes until my challenge is over. However, I cannot produce the product needed within the timeframe. Bella was there to make a last minute “delivery”.

One person I have found to be most fascinating is Kassidy McMurty who is my other half and best friend. Kassidy is a small, petite sixteen-year-old girl with a square-shaped head, slim arms, and beautiful, clear, medium brown skin. I often compare her to a garden gnome since she’s rather short in comparison to me. She is five feet two inches tall and 127 pounds with a triangular body type. When looking at her from the top to bottom, someone would notice her armpit-length, black, singular-braided hair that makes her look like the infamous Medusa from certain angles. Below her jungle-like hair are her straight, thick eyebrows and thin almond-shaped eyes that are both as dark as coffee beans and shaped to perfection. Just beneath Kassidy’s eyes

Katelyn has been my best friend since before pre-school. Katelyn and I used to live next to each other. That was endless amounts of fun. Ever since then, we have stayed best friends. Katelyn is my rock when I go into a bad spell. She is the best support I have ever had. Besides all that, she is one of the funnies people I have ever met. We hang out all the time, and there is never a dull moment. I love her to death, and she is my best friend ever.

The sycophant named Tyler was extremely annoying today in class. He kept on doing favors for Mr. Schuit, our history teacher. Mr. Schuit is a chauvinist, always talking about how men are superior to women. He kept on discussing how the wealth gap amongst male and females is fair. Anyways, today he asked Tyler to go buy him some things from the grocery store. I was surprised Tyler did it knowing of his agoraphobia. The bell finally rang to go to fourth period, and I found myself meandering, taking my time to go to my next class, statistics. My statistics teacher, Ms. B, is a virago. I saw some details I didn’t want to see through her diaphanous dress. Ms. B always yells at us when we don’t understand the math problem. She always teaches it

This your lost cousin Amari. As you must have heard my village was visited by white strangers. We greeted them with food and music and dancing. But they did not come for a visit. They took out their fire sticks and shot the elder chief, and everyone in the village except the teenagers. They killed my mother and father and shot Kwasi as we were escaping the battle. I could not longer fight without a family and they took me and everyone else hostage. We were defeated and chained us together from our necks and feet. We struggled to walk as they whipped us for tripping and barely gave us food or water. Those who survived the journey made it to a city where we were caged like animals. I met a woman named Afi. She gave me advice and comfort me a

Oh, Ken! I’m so sorry to hear about your foot and leg are infected again, especially your leg, Ken, because I thought it was getting better. But, when was the last time you saw your doctor, Ken? Didn't he detect that your foot and leg were getting worse when he saw them? I wish I could help you but I can only say you that don't give up and that think that all is going to be well... oh, and send you a giant bear hug.

Hi I am krish, I use to love being hero when i was a little. I was dream about flying and kicking bad people, I always had that dream. And one day me and my dad was riding a bike a it was very chilly outside and suddenly the weather change it get dark and I was scared and they're heavy rain and the electricity went out everything stop and people were running all over the place and I saw a person in the sky and I got stok by lightning, i was with my dad luckily I survive but my dad couldn't. That change my life, I got power and I save the world and become hero.

When I think back on our adventures in childhood, I have nothing but fond memories. The fondest memories include the times we spent at the river having picnic lunches and searching for clams for our ?clam club.? I also remember us frequently riding our bikes to Casey?s to buy ?suicides.? For those of you who don?t know, a suicide is a fountain drink made with all the soda flavors mixed together. Of course, we had to buy the jumbo size and poor Kari could not handle holding the drink and riding her bike at the same time. She would inevitably drop hers on the pavement before we left the parking lot, cry about it, and make me go back in to get another one with her. I also vividly remember the time Kari and I shared a room. We usually stayed up well past our bedtime throwing stuffed animals at each other, building forts under our beds, and laughing about anything and everything. To this day, Kari is the only person I know that can make me laugh so hard it hurts. I have a lot more funny and embarrassing stories about her, but because this is her special day, I will leave her alone now.

They wouldn't retrieve it because they believe that it fell in her hand for a special reason. Now they guard her life and will go to extensive lengths to protect her and her fiance Rolf Price. I am Norma Cwelnos, and I am a Cristu-Side (wizard) from Legida, I still go through training to gain more and different types of power.The weapons I am most fascinated by are my alchemy, swords, or the power of many winds.Shojuk Minola is my partner in battles and friend at heart, he studies spectrum magic. That means he can use light,dark, and colors to his highest advantage, he has the ability to fight with dark hit with light and slash with color. Our leader (Zegan Ma Rithn) Has sent his strongest soldiers to fight those who guard the headdress, none of them were ever heard from again, except for one who came back weak and ill. He only lived three days in agony and pain after his return, no one was willing to go back after they witnessed his

On July, 25, 2015 two beautiful twins came in this world.While going in labor my sister, Keishanna, was very nervous and happy for the babies to come out. Keishanna was having horrible contraction that was coming back every ten minutes. She was breaking in sweat and freaking out because the pain was killing her so bad. While she was going through the contraction, my mother said," Birth is not only about making babies, Birth is about making mothers strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength." My sister took that advise and took the pain. Keishanna was in labor about two hour, but to her it seem like it been forever. Finally, thats when the doctor said," It's time for the babies to come." This was

Society has a problem. We, as human beings, tend to view issues in black and white. There is good, and there is evil. Criminals are always inherently malignant and cannot be redeemed. We revere Gandhi as a saint for his nonviolent protests against Britain’s rule in India, despite his racist view of North Africans. I too held this view of morality before I encountered the captivating young lady by the name of Kayla.

I had a few interactions with K.C. (in Ms. Hampton's homeroom) today, and I wanted to make sure you were aware, as safety patrol sponsor. This morning he showed up at 7:45 after his post to eat breakfast. I am not allowed to turn students away without feeding them. However, this probably means that he would be late for class every day. Also, at lunch, he ate another student's snack and was very disrespectful to me. He and I had a discussion in my office during his recess time, and I spoke to his mother about his behavior. I know he is a new patrol, but I do not think that his behavior today was reflective of a Glen Springs Safety Patrol.

I remember everything as if it were yesterday. The shock, the sadness, the pain, and the sickness she had to suffer. I remember sitting beside her, holding her hand as she had IV’s put into her arms. I remember the conversations we had; she’d explain to me how she just wanted to go outside again; she’d be enthusiastic for the day she got out of the hospital; we made plans for when she beat cancer. Two years have gone by so fast, and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about her.

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a sister, let alone a sister that’s their best friend. Growing up, my sister and I did almost everything together. We grew up making memories together while building forts in our backyard, driving our hot pink Barbie jeep in our cul-de-sac, and most importantly becoming best friends. Not only did we spend time together outside, we spent much time together inside learning since we were homeschooled. We got to study together and share ideas, and when we got bored we smuggled snacks to the basement and played with our dolls. As we got older and entered public school, we always made time to talk even though we went to different schools, and were in different places in our lives. Now that she’s in college and I’m finishing high school, we make sure to plan lunch dates where we share our daily highlights, tell stories from our jobs, and give each other updates on our lives. Arguably the best part of having a sister as a friend is having someone who is dependable, someone who is

I have obviously known my sister my whole life. I would also go as far to say that I am the best thing that has happened to her. Well, at least one of them. From the beginning we have had a tight bond. I honestly feel that having a sister is both a blessing and a curse. My sister is a blessing because she is an amazing person. I say this because she is a very understanding and motivating person. Also, I can tell her things that I wouldn’t tell my parents and know that what we talk about would stay between the two of us. I call my sister my best friend because when I am in the wrong, she calls me on it, doesn't judge me and helps me to correct my mistakes, the right way the first time. Destiny knows all my weaknesses and just what to say and do at the right moment. I have begun to realize that she is a part of me. Although, the downside is that I feel I must compete sometimes to live up to her standards because my parents saw her as the model child, I feel obligated to be just as good. Sometimes we get in such bad arguments that I pray for the day she moves