Personal Narrative: Sickly Couple

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

I fight for my health every day in ways most people do not understand I lay in bed struggling just to get up in the morning only to get faced with a new day of troubles. All I think about is the day that being a normal eighteen year old ended for me. I was responsible went to work every day, and was trying to figure out my first year of college until everything was flipped upside down.

A deadly virus has spread through out my whole school and I’m the only survivor , I need a plan to escape. Most of the students and teachers left their laptops and phones here, my plan was to get every electronic device and play a certain song out load on every device. This will attract the zombies and I will be able to escape through the window. Once I jumped out I ran to my car and started the engine. My plan is to go to Walmart and then travel to Dicks sporting good for weapons every week. The top five things I’ll bring with me to say alive is food, water, weapons, health supplies, and people. If you want to survive a zombie apocalypse you have to be able to work with other survivors. I’ll hide in high ground due to the fact that I’ll have

Have you ever had that feeling?That feeling where your life changes so much at once you think you are dreaming?I have!It wasn’t just the first day of school ,or something either.It was the first time I saw my sister!

Toxic relationships are the most addictive drugs to the heart. They become the air to our lungs and the reason for our hearts to beat. However, realizing how harmful they are and letting go seems to be like taking in the last breath. Officially ending my hazardous relationship of over five years seemed to be detrimental to my life. However, closing the door to my past life opened up new opportunities for me such as learning to love myself, improving myself and connecting with others.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

In my essay I am going to compare things from the book Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet to events in my life. In the book on page 9 paragraph one it talks about how after Marty’s mother passed away Marty kept busy at college to avoid his dad and the reality of the situation. Marty only came back home for laundry and in asking his father for money which his dad always gave him because he felt awful. In my life I have known a lot of people that deal with death in this same way. They work a lot and keep themselves busy to avoid the life situation that’s really happening. In my opinion, this is not the best way to deal with grief because eventually it’s going to catch up with you.

“Sarah has cancer,” is a phrase that changed my life. I was barely ten years old when my dad picked me up from volleyball practice to explain why my little sister had been in the hospital so much. At the time, Sarah was eight and had been in and out of hospitals and various doctor’s appointments over the past two months to try and figure out what was going on. Learning she had cancer was both a relief and burden. The feeling of relief occurred because now we finally knew what was wrong, but it was a burden because you hear about cancer in the elderly, not in eight year-old girls that love sports.

My previous year at North had both ups and downs, and I guess some “uglies”, which included making so many new friends to losing a financial literacy contest that my teammates and I had worked very hard on.

Five years ago in 2012 my Aunt Mary died from cancer. Cancer had consumed her whole body. It started in her liver and spread to different organs and even reached her brain. When she found out she had cancer she was told she only had a few months to live. I had just seen her on a trip we had before we found out she had cancer and that was the last time I saw her.

Patrick sneezes for the tenth time in three minutes when Joe suggests that he might’ve caught a cold. Patrick just scoffs, waves his hand dismissively. He changes the topic, and they forget about it.

November 25, 2000; my night of bartending had come to an end. At 25-years-old, things were looking great for me. I was young, healthy, extremely good looking… or hot I you will, like gorgeous. Did I mention young? Anyway, things were looking great. I also had met the love of my life and we had been discussing the possibility of marriage. As I finished counting my drawer, the left side of my body went numb. My corner of my face drooped as the world began to spin and echo. An ambulance was called and I was rushed to the hospital. I had a stroke.

Sam walked down the corpse ridden street. The smell would have been unbearad past an old abandoned tavern as a horse drawn cart hobbled by full of reeking bodies. The Plague had started 37 years ago when the gallys had arrived at Italy’s port. When the Plague hit, great panic almost spread as fast as the Plague itself. People adopted insane Ideas of how this happened and what to do. Even though Sam lived at a small town he had heard rumors of a exceptionally psychotic group called the flagellation.

At the time, my sister, Marsha, and I wanted to live in the small town we grew-up in; therefore, we resided with my Dad for several years. We were teenagers by then and realistically needed a great deal of discipline; unfortunately, for us, with Dad’s party side and being divorced, he remained gone the majority of the time. Unsupervised, like various other teens, we appeared at times unruly. Nearly all my relatives and the majority of the town looked on disapprovingly.

If I, Yesung Shin, am to be terminally ill the following circumstances are what I wish to happen to my body. I choose my parents to be the ultimate voice in selecting what to do in terms of my health, because I know they have my best intentions at hand and I have also spoken briefly with them regarding my wishes. First off I want to be placed at home, opposed to a medical setting, and with my family, because to me home is more personal than any healthcare type setting. When I was younger I witnessed my mom, a Lymphoma Cancer survivor, staying in the hospital for extended amounts of time and felt how suffocating the environment was, even though I was just visiting.