Personal Narrative-The Beast

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I no longer remember the date, at this point. It doesn’t particularly matter, anyways. The height of the summer month has passed and the air is beginning to cool some, although the humidity has not yet began to let up. Today I have seen firsthand the feeble attempts the boys make to disguise their bloodthirsty tendencies and primal instincts as means to feed and secure themselves from the beast.

I am not one to pick up hitchhikers, it’s just not safe, everyone knows that but for some

I am a rather complex individual, but one quality that stands out about me is that I am very passionate. While I am passionate about many subjects, I have great passionate for a select few. First, I am very passionate about entertainment. For as long as I can remember I have always adored television shows, movies, and books. As soon as school let out I would rush home to watch Thundercats with my oldest brother, Mark. During my school vacation, I would spend my time reading. Therefore, my mother said it was hard to keep up with purchasing books for me to read. When my family went to the mall they knew I could always be found in the book store. Finally, I am passionate about Comic Conventions. My oldest brother introduced me to a convention

“Hah! BALDY!” He screeched. I was sure my head was gleaming like a street lamp as everyone chanted ‘Baldy’ to the moon and back. My chemo had left me as a nauseous, hairless, bag of bones, and my whole school situation hadn’t exactly gotten better either. My cheeks flushing, I shoved my hands in my sweatpants pockets and ran off. I would have started crying, but I really didn’t have any tears left. I had been crying for days. Weeks, even. Heck, I didn’t know how long. Could have been years, but I wouldn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. I looked up to my apartment window, and my mom was waving me on encouragingly. Thanks the lord she didn’t shout out the window, or her thick Russian accent would surely provoke

I was twelve years old when my family moved to the mountains of Humboldt County we moved at the beginning of winter and my father said there would be snow where we were going to live. I had never seen snow before and I couldn’t wait to build snowmen, throw snowballs and build igloos, like I had seen children on television do. A child’s excitement blossomed at the prospect of a new winter paradise

I remember the first day of my 10th grade year in high school. Walking down the small hallways that were scented with coffee, cologne, and perfume all assorted together. Right by my side was my friend named Mia Williams. Mia was Native American with long black hair that was in a French Braid, and she was around 5’7, 150 lbs. Every step we took, insisted of us bumping shoulders with other people that were walking in a different direction.

Waves are crashing at all sides of the raft. All I hear are people yelling. I want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.All I have with me are the clothes I’m wearing and my pink, teddy bear laylee. All of the sudden my body jerks. I look both ways for my mommy and daddy. I panic when I realize that I can’t find them. All I do is sit there, hugging my knees and rocking back and forth. Then something jerks my body even more and in two seconds I go from seeing land not so far away to pure darkness. I’m wet all over and I see bodies that I hope are alive. All around me are loose items like clothes, baskets, headscarves, and ripped pieces of the boat. I see laylee out of the corner of my eye and grab her. As soon as I grab her, two hands wrap

It was and endless repetition of when we jump dog bites our feet through the tramp. When out of nowhere the dog jumps on. Uh! Oh! We all thought. They all huddled together and I was face to face with the growling beast. It felt like it was slow motion. My friends moving like a snail towards each other each step louder and slower than the other. I saw them look towards me and their smile was changing. What was it changing into? Oh no their face looked worried. Scared to turn my head in the direction they were staring at it was Brooklyn’s dog. He was flying through the air. His feet one by one landed on the tramp, and making the tramp scream as if he was a roller coaster making people scream. There standing was the beast. I felt like it was a stare down. Neither one of us dared to blink and then the dog blinked. When he was barely going to close his eye I decided to move a little away from where he was staring. He noticed he hurried and opened his eyes. He lunged forward towards me. Then BOOM!!!! I was tackled by the dog. I immediately went into a ball. As scared as I was I couldn’t let my friend’s dog hurt me. “OW!!” I shouted from the top of my lungs. Then all I saw was blood….