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Personal narrative experience in elementary high school
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17.04 I was alone at the back of a bus, waiting to go home from school. It was horrific it had been raining all day. I was soaked through just walking from the school gates to the bus, which was about 500m. I swear if I rung out all my clothes in bath it would be nearly full.
I was waiting for my boyfriend to join me like usual. He was always the last one out. We sat in the same seats every bus journey to and from school. The other kids on the bus were always scared to sit in our seats because they thought we would beat them up.
17.06 Time was getting on and my boyfriend was not anywhere in sight. So I sat back in my seat and was thinking where he could have got to. This wasn’t like him to not to be here by now. I was working out whether
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“Hey babe,” I bellowed down the bus to him. Not even a slight acknowledgment. How disrespectful. He stood right up the front of the bus next to the driver shaking like he had just seen someone rise from the dead. To be honest I didn’t know whether he heard me the first time so I shouted even louder at the top of my lungs, “Hey babe.” Everyone on the bus looked round so I sat there and hid behind my folder so no one was looking at me. I still got no response from him and my face started to drop and a tear began to fall from my eye. I loved every part of him and couldn’t imagine life without him. I thought I wasn’t having none of this so I messaged him again “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, I AM NOT INVESIABLE, LAST TIME I CHECKED I WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND.” I sent the text with no kisses and very blunt and to the point just exactly how I was …show more content…
I felt like I needed to give him an answer but I was scared. My tongue tensed up and I couldn’t quite get the words out they wanted I wanted to. I began to say with various pauses throughout “I love you too but we are only 14 do I really want to commit my life to yours at such a young age. I think it’s a lovely gesture you have got me a haribo ring and have bought me a bag of love hearts but I don’t think realistically I commit. My heads all over the place. However you do make me smile and we have a really good connection so I can try to commit but this isn’t for life.” Everyone on the bus started to clap and he got up and kissed me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I knew this what I wanted but more importantly I didn’t want to have been known to be a bitch for mugging a boy off in front of a bus
In all honesty I wanted to go clear my mind, but I also wanted to stay home so I could cry and curl up in a corner. Hassan told me to go fix a bag and meet him down stairs I did as I was told even though I didn't have to. Once I got downstairs I saw Hassan talking to my parents. He was trying to convince them to let me go, and they agreed to let me go as long as I called. After they agreed to let me go listen told me that we were going to his house to see if his parents were cool with it. The one thing that he left out was that he wanted me to lie to his parents. I didn't want to, but I owed him after this whole trip thing. I had a long conversation with his parents and they decided to let him go. I'm not going to lie I wasn't thrilled but how bad could it be. In my mind everything that could go wrong was already being visioned which worried me more. Anyway before his parents could change their mind he grabbed my shirt and drug me across his house outside to the car. Later that evening we had been on the road and I had a flashback. I was in the third grade and I finally got this pretty girl named Katherine. I “loved" her and she felt the same in return, but like they say “All good things come to an end”. I was devastated my heart had a hole, but you get over it eventually I
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
It was my first day in high school. Standing alone in the middle of the play ground looking for anyone I know or can talk to, my eyes was searching all over the place. A pretty blond girl standing alone was a scene that, for sure, attracted my attention then. The moment my eyes saw her, my mind started thinking of ways to talk to her. After some time wasted thinking, I saw a girl I know approaching the blond. Not willing to waste such opportunity, I marched forward toward them. We had a nice chat through which I got to know the blond girl. She turned out to be a very nice and friendly French girl who just arrived to Egypt few days ago. Not being able to forget her for the rest of the day even before I sleep, I kept thinking how I would ask her out the next day. After long night hours, morning finally came and I was off to school. Although I though the lines I would open my conversation with her many times, I kept hesitating whether to approach her or not when I saw her the next morning. To my surprise, the moment she saw me, she actually called on me, walked towards me saying hi while giving me a kiss on the cheek. With this, I understood that she actually likes me too and she wouldn’t reject my invitation for going out together. However, I was astonished when she replied “I have a boyfriend”. That was just confusing. To me, the kiss on the cheek was a clear message that I adore you. It was only years later that I understood that for the French, a kiss on the cheek is just saying hi. This kiss just meant totally different things for both of us.
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The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
It was after school. I had been dreading this moment since the moment i truly realized what was coming. The dread plagued my thoughts like a disease, and anxiety rushed through me like a surge of electricity and took charge like the light takes over the room. Focusing in class was a near impossible task, guess we’ll never know what we learned in math class that day. I would talk
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts
...e,” because he didn’t want my senior year to revolve around someone I can barely see. His detachment reached the point of no response, and he ceased communication all together, saying “It was needed for us to move on until college.” To this day I still love him, and I know he still loves me. He wants the best for me, and although it is painful because I cannot hear his voice, it’s truly what I need. “I will be there at the airport the day you arrive at your future college, I love you forever and always.” These were the last words that I heard from him, harsh, yet caring. To this day I still love him, and try to move on, but no one seems to even come close to this amazing person. “Love at first sight” I once believed as a fools quote, but today I see it as the most amazing thing in the world, something that is achieved by pure chance and luck, only experienced by few.
Not My Pippy! BBRRIINNGG! I had always woken up at five in the morning to the annoying sound of my primitive alarm clock, just to walk my silly dog, Pippy. Pippy was close, somewhat like a brother, annoying and vexatious, but sweet at times. So, I stumbled out of bed since my freshly woken mind was as foggy as the mirror after my shower.
Taking a creative writing class was a good way for me to express my thoughts and feelings onto paper, as well as read my other classmates stories. Reading stories created by other people lead me into their mind brain to experience what type of writer they were, it was an overall exquisite class. I believe that every person has a way of expressing who they are through writing stories of their own, fiction is the best way to express your creative imagination. This class that I took for two years helped me become a better writer and helped me understand the types of writers we have.
My first day of school was probably the most horrifying day of my entire life. After my mom and grandma took hundreds of pictures I walked up to the bus stop where my friend Taylor Scott would be waiting.
On June 13, 2011, I woke up a happy and excited 17 year old for it was my graduation day and that meant no more high school, no more nagging teachers, and no more drama. I met my friends and my boyfriend Andrew in the school parking lot and away we went to practice graduation. After we had practiced walking and getting our diplomas we all went to lunch and discussed what we had wanted to do with the rest of our lives. After what we had thought to be one of the last lunches together I went to Andrews house to hang out for a bit. We talked about him going away and me staying here and all of the normal stuff that applies in a relationship when one goes away. Before I left his house I asked him if he had wanted a ride to graduation, due to the fact he was in a car accident four days prior and the only vehicle he had at the moment was his motorcycle. He responded with a polite, "Nah." That's when I knew he wanted to take his bike.
on an adventure. We walked for about a mile to some rural area. I was