Personal Narrative Why I don’t trust people When I came to the middle school, I had my friends from Whittier and Emerson, because I went to both schools. A month before winter break it just started snowing just a few days before, I became friends with Jasmine again, she was friends with RaeAnn so I became friends with her too. About a month after that I started dating Trey. I didn’t know that RaeAnn and Trey dated before. So one night I was texting RaeAnn after school and I was upset and she asked
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Personal Narrative My life is fulfilled with experiences that are mostly harmful to me whether it comes to concussions or placing my hand on a hot iron. On the other end of the spectrum, there is also a few good things that are significant, but sadly there's not as many, from flawless football seasons to math achievements. I’m glad that I felt the pain that I did endure when I was younger rather than not being able to handle it at this point of my life. I was a good child who never really got
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It was this summer, right before I moved in between 6th and 7th grade, and me and a couple of my friends were at our friend Nikki’s* house for a sleepover, just enjoying ourselves and having tons of fun. To say that Nikki was one of the popular girls at school was a complete understatement, she was without a doubt one of the prettiest most popular girls in town, and even the high schoolers knew her, which made her all the more attractive as a friend. Me and her became really close friends that year
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As soon as I ran into my room, I could sense that something was out of place. I thought it was my homework or that I did not feed my pet fish Arnold, but whenever I thought of my pet fish I thought of my pet dog Rocky. The last time I saw him was before I left my grandparents house. Where could he have been, I checked the kitchen, the backyard and my parents room. This happened very often so it did not bother me. While I waited for Rocky I did my homework and ate dinner, but when it became dark I
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For nine years of my childhood I played soccer. Yes me, Emma Zika played soccer. Disclaimer, I was just awful. I was probably worst soccer player ever. However, this is beside the point. There was one game in my whole soccer career where I actually was doing half decent! My defense was on point. My goal assists were out of this world, and I was kicking butt like it was nobody’s business. I know what you’re thinking… Emma? Kicking butt like it’s nobody’s business? My story does start out sounding
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laughed, before finishing the rest of my sentence. "Yes I think I found someone I could one day see myself with." I smiled as he started guessing who it was and begged me to give him a hint. "Ok here's your hints his strong guard, about your age, and personal works with my father." Jaspers face went in shock as he guessed, "Adric how could you like him his so dull . I chuckled at his comment"he is not once you get to know him his like a whole different person." Jasper and I looked up at the stars as
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Suffering tragic losses through the past few years, realizes who my true friends are and struggling to find out who I truly am.. only thing has stayed constant, my ability to create and comprehend art. Art is my yellow brick road leading to my own Emerald City of pure bliss and euphoria. It has been there for me when I was going through my toughest of situations and even the happiest times of my life. My passion started when I was little. I guess you can say that my mom and grandfather were my
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Okay, this is a good start, Nicole thought to herself. But now I don't know what else to write. Maybe I'll write a story that isn't horror. Maybe I'll write a different story. Nicole looked up from her paper. The walls were bleeding. The blood was going in multiple directions: up, down, left, right, and in several angles. Everybody in the art room slowly faded away. While all of this was happening, civil defense sirens were sounding in a distance. "Dr. Noble!" Nicole screamed. "I'm hallucinating
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This can be accomplished with the time management and priority skills that I have learned in this class. My personal goals are to continue to fight depression and become more organized in my everyday life. I will take the skills I learned and reach my goals by employing the S.M.A.R.T. goal system in every goal I make. My program completion date is October 2021
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Me and my friends are always trying to mess with each other. We try to make each other trip,steal our backpack and even take our phones. One day we were all at stage crew after school. We were split up and I was put into fixing the lights and my friends, Bianca and Maggie were building chairs for a set. After fixing and putting up the expansive lights I walked down to see Bianca and Maggie. Before I did though I went to my backpack in the theater seats to get my phone. The second I opened my backpack
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On October 23, 2007 I celebrated my sixth birthday, and I got a guitar. Playing a guitar at the age of six was really unpleasant and complicated. I was so horrible at it that it got to the point I had to quit after 1 month. After weeks of not playing my guitar not in any condition did I ever touched it again. On February 1 2008 my mom told me and my little sister that she is pregnant. We were so excited and my sister over reacted a little bit, however we were extremely adrenalized. After 9 months
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I woke up in my Aged dirty crate just like any other day in the mines. When I was about to go back to mining like always when my owner approached me. Considering, this can't be Positive. He said in a stubborn voice “ you are weak, but I Continue still going to sell you to be a gladiator. Apparently, you will be extremely a lot of money to me so you will no longer work here since you are no use to me”. I was now terrified. I decided to have my last meal of mystery slop with the meat floating in it
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A voice in the past David grasped for air as he struggled to get the blanket off him. Sweating and panting he sat up. His chest constantly inflating and deflating. David clumsily reached for his medication on the bed-side table. Once the medication was swallowed, David’s body eased slowly into relaxation and his breathing flowed. His vision was cloudy but he could deduce it was early morning. David was tempted to lie down but he knew he would fall asleep and drown in his nightmares again. He stumbled
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“Okay, see you at Starbucks!” I shouted to Josie as I walked out of the school. I felt free. I tossed my school bag on the floor when I got home. As usual, my sister, Brooklyn, was in her room. She had been quiet for a few weeks. The more I thought of it, I wondered if something were wrong. I didn’t really care, though; she was probably being dramatic about school and me being selfish again. When I entered the kitchen, I saw her wallet sitting on the kitchen table. Maybe she won’t notice, I thought
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It was my 18th birthday. The day I finally become a legal adult. It was 7:00, when I normally wake up for school. My mom came up to the room with a box. I wondered what could be in the box. My mom handed me the box and told me to open it. The box had holes poked in it. Then the box started to move. Did she get me exactly what I wanted? Did she buy me what I had been asking for for a very long time now? I finally opened the box! I looked at mom and screamed, “THANK YOU SO MUCH!” They had gotten
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There I was, fifteen-years-old and confused about what I needed to do and who I needed to turn to. How was I going to tell my parents that I had gotten pregnant? I wasn't "that kind of person", nor was I mature enough to handle such a serious situation. I was a few weeks from being sixteen. I remember it so well, how I felt. In a matter of weeks I went from the goofy, crazy, loud, fifteen-year-old girl that everyone had known to the emotionally crazy, extremely sick, miserable cocoon I had become
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I never allowed the dehydration, hunger, and fatigue that stockpiled through ten hours of stress to affect my goal. There I was, being castigated by my family in a foreign country while trying to ignore all the tension in my body. This may sound an experience that a marathon runner might face, but rather, this is my family’s trek to Vietnam. When my father assigned me to handle our family’s travel arrangements to Vietnam, I knew that it was my first chance of becoming an adult. This was my first
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I wake up in an unfamiliar place on a old rusty, dirty bed with no memory of how I got here, or anything else for that matter. I look around, but there is nothing I can escape out of; no door or windows only a mirror that seems like it hasn't been cleaned in ages. I start to panic as I think about how I got here, and how I'm going to get out. I've never been kidnapped before, and I'm not really liking it. I slowly climb off the bed and make my way to the mirror. Looking into it I catch a glimpse
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My birthday falls on a Thursday every year. Its February the twenty eighth and the the year I was born was 1991. As I grew older I had many experiences but there is just one that really stands out. No matter what happens to me I will never forget when I was a little boy at Star Child Daycare. That day or morning I was left behind at my day care. Crying and scared, I have never felt that feeling since but the feelings I had after couldn’t compare to my little heart beat and my small brain telling
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I was fortunate enough to have an incredible grandmother who molded me into the person I am now. She was constantly there to push and support me. Everything I do, from applying to my dream school to opening my first business, I do in her honor. Every summer I visit my mother’s hometown, Medellin, Colombia. Medellin is the fashion capital of South America; respectfully, I grew up around hard-working designers and business women. Every one of my 8 aunts, including my mother, were involved in the fashion
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Have you ever experienced something that you still don’t think is real? Something you’ve thought about constantly, remembering each detail specifically and you still don’t understand why or how it happened? I’ve spent the past months replaying the moments in my mind like songs on repeat, torn between it being a dream or just awful reality. June 23rd was one of the warmest, most gorgeous days of summer, and a very memorable one, too. My best friend, Kelsey, and I had just consumed our whole Saturday
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I'm in class, waiting for the bell to ring as I drum my fingers on the desk. "Miss Whitmore!" said my math teacher, jolting me back to class. "I know you can't wait to get out of here and do whatever it is you teens do these days, "she said, trying to hide her anger " but can you please pay attention to the task at hand?" I smile apologetically and focus on the board. Numbers upon numbers, with a few signs thrown here and there. God, I hate math. I hate everything that has to do with it. Whoever
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When I was a child, I was a real menace. I knew how to get my way and I used my powers well. My mother told me my behavior could clear out a playground. Obviously changes have happened since my playground days. Prior to my metamorphosis, I had a babysitter come almost every day to watch my siblings and me during the summer. One day, I had the brilliant idea of locking my babysitter out of the house. At that time, my babysitter was a young high school girl, around the age of sixteen. Her name was
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When I got out of the car, I was really excited. It was quiet we walked to up to the house and we knocked on the door and there they were my cousins I finally met them it was fun with them we played games went in there mini car and played on their playground. After a couple of days we went to Disney Land it took like 45 min to get there, the entrance was really big and there was no people in line so we thought that was good about the place it smelled like food. We gave the woman in the entrance
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I can’t explain what it’s like to be lost in your own body. Im Jessica an ordinary 16 year old high schooler and this is where my story begins. On September 24 I met Zach The guy that had a big impact on my life. I met Zach at one of my soccer games. He came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder and put out his fist. At first I was creeped out but I proceed to give him a fist bump. Nearly a week later he direct messages me on instagram and says “weren't you the girl at the soccer game”. I honestly
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Full grown lemon trees stood up carrying the juiciest lemons while my brother and I ate the sweetest kent mangos on the alluring lawn that I was so proud to call mine. I remembered my impeccable life before I thought that coming to the United States was going to be a great idea but one is capable of doing anything to be with the people you love the most, even if it means leaving your friends, the big house that you had known all your life, all to become the awkward foreign girl that can’t speak English
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One year shortly after I had gotten my driver's license I chose to make a poor choice. It had started at my friends beach house party. They were twins and were having an extra special party. It started with hanging out and going into the water. We came back later and made some food. After that we came back inside to hang out. We were talking and blasting music. The decision I chose that made it a memorable night was when I decided to leave. I was having lots of fun and decided to stretch my time
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Being scared of something can lead you down the wrong path. If something you want to do scares you because you think you’ll do bad or you think people will judge you for it, you should go for it anyway. Eleanor Roosevelt once said “You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” I think that is important because if you want to do something go out and do it no one is stopping you but yourself. You just have to keep your head up and be optimistic about it. I remember when I was about eight I
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It was early in the morning and I was listening to this old ticking clock in my room and then suddenly mom rushed into my room and told me to hurry up and get down here right now. I was confused by what was going on but I was too scared to ask. So I hurried up and ran downstairs and was surprised to see the police at the door. Then I saw my mom crying and the police men were beating around the bush. Then I noticed Jack wasn’t barking so I asked my mom where was he. She told me that the police have
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Imagine feeling excited or scared on your first day of trying something. Well, it happened to me. One early, sleepy morning, my brother and I woke up to my dad excitedly saying that we were going on a vacation. First I didn’t know where we would go on our vacation, but I was really excited. When my dad said that, me and my brother went and change. While we were changing, my mom was packing foods for the trip. My dad went out to start the car. When we got there I was happy because it was long trip
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