Personal Narrative-Robot Invasion

The fresh faces of the 2016-2017 sophomore AP English class looked up at Mrs. Belles, some expectantly, some apprehensively. Among those faces is Francine Lamasko, a girl of 15 years of age, newly refreshed from summer and carrying her completed summer work. Decidedly, she thinks to herself, this will be a meaningful year of learning, of growth, and of fun. She is ready.

“I don’t want to go to school today,” Laurianna declared. She paused to see if her mother would start up a speech or insist that she go. Laurianna was a freshman at Versas High. Even though it was mid January, she was pretty nervous about starting in the middle of the semester and being behind. “Well that’s no way to start off your second semester in a new school” her mother exclaimed. She could hear her mother babbling about making new friends in the other room, but she was more focused on what she was going to wear on her first day. She had always dressed comfortably but still strived to keep up with the trends of her old classmates.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

Hey name's Eric.. I'll come play Ill be your toy its been 3 years Since I Been in the sac I took a long brake after I had a divorce and wanted to focus on myself and my goals went to collage earned a Degree and paid off a Home I and own shop.. i'm a male 26 years old and need a woman to whip me back into shape.. do what ever you want your in control..I'm Dominant at work but submissive in the bed.. Unless you want me to be Dormant.. Just saying.. I'm clean..count the women I been with on one hand...I'm honest guy.. I'm 420 friendly And one hell of a PC Hacker.. I can fix your Electronic's well that's me and Let me Know Text me any time let me know who it is .. its my work number..

She sat down on the bleachers on a bright sunny day and began to feel anxious as she thought about her results to see if she got accepted to Clark. Some part of herself was unsure of the decision she was about to make once she got her results. The field that the bleachers were surrounded in were packed with students playing sports. It’s as if time stood still and she was filled with her fears about getting into this school.

An extremely hot summer day at CBU, with temperatures of high 90’s was just draining. This hazel eyed, brown haired young woman had yet known what she has gotten herself into. Ariah has lived in California a majority of her childhood but didn’t recall the weather being quite this hot. She moved to Louisville, Kentucky her freshman year due to her parents occupation. Big change right? Moving from where it’s hot all year round to where it’s humid and snows. Ariah didn’t like Kentucky at all and would jump to every little opportunity to go back without a single thought.

It is Melinda's first day of high school and she is dreading it. She gets on the bus and sits in the middle, not wanting to be lumped with the "losers" at the back of the bus or the little kids at the front. By the time the bus pulls into her school, however, she is still sitting alone. All of the ninth graders are corralled into the auditorium for an introduction to high school life. Melinda sits alone, noticing and annoyed by the various cliques forming around her. She spies her former close friends — Nicole, Ivy, and Rachel — joining new groups, leaving her alone. The only person who speaks to her is Heather, a girl from Ohio and with a mouth full of braces. A teacher who Melinda labels "Mr. Neck" gives a presentation to the ninth graders

It is Melinda’s first day in high school and she has no friends. She gets on the bus and she sits down by herself. When she gets to school there is an assembly. She goes in the gym and sits on the bleachers.

As more time went on, I felt more sad about no friends, and less hopeful of having another friend. Although I tried to help Jordan’s grades raise, her grades fell like a skydiving anvil with no parachute. Even when I tried to help her, she ignored me completely, and I was crowded by people once more.

He attended Wendover Middle School and his favorite teacher was Mr. McGee because Mason thought he was cool in the sense that you could joke around with him and he was not strict. The funniest thing he has witnessed while he was at school was when his friend’s lunchbox got thrown into a toilet. His favorite thing about school is getting to see his friends everyday. Mason’s least favorite thing about school is being stressed about grades. He is on the school’s tennis team. The best thing he did this summer was go to Deep Creek for vacation. He is planning on going to college and becoming a nurse. Ten years from now he sees himself working and possibly married. Sedona, Arizona is where he wishes to live in the future. Mason’s experiences at school have developed him into the person he is

My full name is Rynette Jean Ambrim. My favorite phrase is “go away” and my dream is to travel the world. I've set my heart on that dream, and it will become a reality. My house matches the rest of my neighborhood: white with black roofing, one chimney, a front yard and vast backyard, at least ten windows, and a cobblestone walkway. When I was eleven years old, I did a study on my town… The people in charge are amazing at duplication. Thalloway High is five miles from the desolate wasteland of duplicity. There are 3000 students divided into five groups. If you fit into one, you can survive. Fitting into two to four makes you cardinal. Acceptance into all five makes you the ruler. Elected as presidents of both our classes, my brother and I are the monarchs to be frank. Although cultivation of the title was impossible to avoid, it would never grow on me. People gossip about you until their heart’s content and then some. Teachers plead to my parents for dainty favors, and there is no tranquility until I am at home. Hailee is captain of every club that has no academic or moral value. Those include track, cheerleading do, and “Future-Fashionistas-of-America.” She and her

Sometimes life really does surprise me, you never know what is going to happen next. Just recently my boyfriend of two years broke up with me. It was like a hard slap in the face, yes, we were going through some things, and we had our differences, but I thought we were able to overcome the problems. When I think of love I often feel out of the loop.. it’s as if I am an alien from a distant planet really far away. “Human beings” surprise me, make me cry, make me laugh and make me happy. The other night, my “alien self” went out the house in desperate search of deserted paths, the smell of grass, a quiet place to think, and something that would make me smile. As I walked out my house, I was thinking about how cruel the world was, and how

For years now, I have been told by countless confidants that I am simply being “paranoid” or that I “need to get some help”, and variety other equally condescending and suspicious things of that nature - ever since they began after me. I know the truth. However, the identity of this “they”, I cannot be sure. A militant streetgang, a murderous cult, a group of lunatic scientists, a top-secret government organization? A genius sociopath with too much free time? The illuminati? Aliens?! Cliche? Yes. But, at this point under these circumstances, any of these seem like viable explanations.

It was my 16th birthday and my parents had decided to gift me a drone, thinking that I was responsible enough to use it without breaking it. All I can say is that they were mistaken. A few days after my birthday, I took the drone out for a flight and, me being an ignorant teenager, decided to fly the drone at top speeds without knowing how to control it properly. I ended up crashing the drone into my neighbor’s roof and hitting a tree before the drone landed. The drone was a monstrosity with pieces of wire hanging out, and the frame disfigured beyond belief. Out of fear of what my parents were going to do to me, I hid the drone in my garage and just acted like nothing had happened. Later that day, my mother came to my room and told me my cousins

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.