Personal Narrative: My Move

I was upset at my parents for taking us to this new place that we knew nothing about. I let them know that I didn’t like what they were doing by how I acted. Every time the move came up in conversation I would pout and act angry, but there was no way to change the fact that we had moved. Once we got here life started quickly. School began not to long after we moved, which didn’t give me much time to make friends. The first week of school felt like an eternity because I didn’t know English and anyone. Then I started to make friends and feel more comfortable. After that everything became normal. I forgot about how much I missed my country and started to enjoy living in New York with my new

Not all believed in the curse of King Tut and what it did.  Other did however find many reasons to believe in it. It is hard to decide which side of the story to believe, because both sides do have the evidence to make a case on each side.  The Curse of the Pharaohs actually started in the 19th century, but it really came into focus around the 20th century with the expedition of King Tut’s tomb, but there is still conflict about whether it’s real or just fiction.

It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought

At the beginning of my 8th grade school year, I wasn't ready for change. I had lived in Crystal Lake, Illinois my whole life until l that point. I was forced to drop everything that I had held dear in that town and I moved to Highland Park, Illinois. I was frightened by the transition and this is most demonstrated in my first day at my new school. As we rolled up to the sidewalk and my

When moving to a new location everybody has this impression: new friends, new opportunities, and new experiences. A fresh start. These impressions did surface my thoughts when traveling to my "new home" and the anticipation of them were nerve-racking. The whole moving process was exhausting due to the fact we drove for about ten hours from Maryland to Alabama. Living in Alabama is very different than up there in Maryland because there's a different "culture". Which didn't help when I was feeling home sick but since Atlanta was about an hour a way, I would go there and some aspects of the city reminded me of home. I remember starting school here and I felt like all eyes were on me probably because I was attending classes that were above my grade level. That is because the classes I had in Maryland transferred over and also because I stood out. I kept to myself that freshman year because I was trying to get the lay of the land and when sophomore year came about, I've made some friends. However, my anxiety was slowly starting to surface and I was becoming in terms with it. There was an amount of highs and lows that year following the

At a young age, I moved from the country I was born in (Dominican Republic) to Miami Florida. Moving is not an easy thing to do, I had to leave all of my friends and family behind and become familiarized with uncertain place. I was surrounded by the unknown, everything was strange and so different to what I was usually use to. At the time I could not speak any English at all but that eventually did not matter to me, I slowly started adapting to my new environment and I became more positive. Although I could not communicate well and had a few obstacles I was very organized with my studies and kept very decent grades.

Something I have had to greatly overcome within the past few years was being terrified of moving and allowing it to be an emotional and intellectual setback for me. Freshman year, I had started a new school and was absolutely petrified- and I let it rule me. I did poorly in school that year and didn’t make as many friends as I may have hoped. Later that year, I received news that I was going to be moving again and starting a brand new school next year. That news hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized that something had to change, no matter what it was. Once the move came around. I decided to engage more with my peers beforehand, I got involved with student government as soon as I enrolled in the school, and did amazing with my academics

Out of the blue, I learned that I was moving from my birth state Maryland to Vermont. This meant a fresh new start.This also meant new people, which made me nervous about this move. In spite of starting my new school, I was still very timid and quiet. Even with a new school nothing changed. I just nodded and answered the teacher's questions. Then something happened. I made some friends.

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

Often times I find myself getting lost in my thoughts. They swirl around like a tornado in my mind- consuming me, destroying me. My mom always said that she envied me for that and I would do great things if I tried. At the time, I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but now I wish she would tell me sappy things like that.(MM) My heart aches for another one of her warm hugs. Now, all I have left are the pitying looks from teachers and the whispers behind my back from the other kids.

I woke up from a loud knock from my front door. I examined the clock and it read 11:00 p.m. " Seriously!? This is the time the deliverer comes?! ". I trudged down stairs weary in my pajamas. I opened the door only to find the kukuri by it's self from the breeder. " And the person left... Wow, welp it's time to get you in.." As I gazed upon my new kukuri I realized I couldn't fit her through the door. Instead, I took her around to the garage and took her inside.. then realizing I still needed to get through the door to my house. Tired and not wanting to deal with this garbage, I broke the entrance to the home a little more so she could fit in. " I can fix this later.. " I said yawning. The kukuri came into my home and went up stairs quickly.