The Necklace-Personal Narrative

No one replied. My fingers brushed against the wall. When I turned around, I was staring at a small star-shaped key chain. It’s gold edges gleamed in the dim light in the cellar. It’s center

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

In November my sister Brandie came down to my house. Brianna and I got our items. Then I had walked outside with the items and taken all of it to the car. I went back in then we had to say our good-byes to our endeared idolised mother.

In her hand was a small charm to hang from her phone. It was a little silver skull with a star hanging from it.

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

The bell ran a couple minutes after and Kyle came in and say next to me. He looked at me in confusion as I glared at him. He got a piece of paper and ripped it out of his notebook and scribbled something down and he passes the note to me, secretly.

The Ring of Gyges would give me an ample amount of opportunities to do good and to learn. First, I would start off my day by drinking coffee, as to do the most, I would actually have to be awake. As the caffeine runs through my body, I would begin my day by joking around with my dad by doing the classic “white hovering blanket” costume. The only difference is when he removes the blanket, nothing would be there; what a surprise it would be! Since my father is a very avid believer in extraterrestrial beings and ghostly figures, so I believe such a trick would enthrall him rather than scare him away, like it would to my other relatives. Afterwards, I would go to the local foster homes and hospitals to deliver gifts. Our society tends to focus on the attention aspect

The object I carry is a black leather key chain from a dream car I want. My dad’s friend gave it to me when i was about 6 years old. It is a hand made kangaroo black leather keychain with a light brown stitching.It feels like a small leather medieval shield with a metallic engraved logo that has red and gold stripes, a black horse in the middle and some reef shapes on the bottom left and top right sections. I always just used to have it laying around and wouldn’t really value it. The keychain was as big as my hand when I was 6 and I would use it like a little shovel to make little moat for my “imaginary castle” in the backyard. I never honestly cared about it until I saw the same logo on a car while my family and I were coming home from a road

It's Jewel I was wondering if you were free if you could like give me tennis lesson. I don't know if I really want to get into it but I played yesterday and I really enjoyed playing and want to try it out a little more to see if I like it more. If you can and would like to help me please text me at 980-258-1446 and we can work something out.

Ellis opened the box and found elegant white gold chain bearing a locket the size of a robin’s egg. The locket was white gold as well, with celtic knots and sapphire inlay. Opening the locket she had expected to find pictures, and was unsurprised to find a tiny cloak face. The hands were already moving, but she saw that it functioned as minicher windup pocket watch. Scrawled opposite to the watch in delicate curves was carved the words Waiting for you.

Ray is my beautiful car, a 2014 Chevy Camaro SS. She is named after me, Rachel. My car is one of my most valuable possesions to date. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. She is the color of a sweet red candy apple. I swear I could taste the flavor of the candy on an apple just by admiring her. Her custom made body-style kit and grill makes her look as if she could be the next transformer character or cousin of the character Bumblebee in the movie, "Transformers". When I approach her in the mornings, I open the car door, start the engine and listen to it as if it was a military jet about to take off for war. Her pick ups in driving are so fast. The first time I drove her, it felt like she was pulling away, even at normal

I have started, stopped and come back to this email on numerous occasions over the past few days. So while I could parse my words a thousand different ways, fuck it, I will attempt to be concise which will hopefully translate to clarity. No promises though.

I don’t think that I can ever forget the day that I beat my time on the mile. Even though I wasn't prepared I still managed to beat my time which usually would never happen. Most people would think that my score was bad, but to me it was one of the best scores I had gotten in all of the years that I have been in this school. My average time is usually around 12 minutes, but this year I managed to shave almost a minute off what I usually get. This year I can actually say that I wrote down a goal and I actually beat it.

It was a hot afternoon, it was 90 degrees I thought I was going to die. Although, I was about to sweat away I knew it would all be worth it. I was walking mowing the lawn and then the mower ran out of gas. There was very little left and I knew i could finish it. I also knew that the puller was to hard for me and my dad was down stairs. I was in the moment.