Personal Narrative Diary of a Teenager
Dear Diary
He's dead, how could he just leave me like this? He's the only one I ever had and now I have nobody. He may have been drunk most of the time but at least he was there…now I am on a bus to the middle of nowhere…alone. All alone, that's me, all alone…forever. They're sending me off to some foster family, I can't believe this is happening. I'm just you're average 15 year old girl, things like this don't happen to me they happen in the movies! I must be having a really really really bad nightmare.
Dear Diary
They're trying so hard to make me feel welcome that its making me feel unwelcome! As if I'm some sort of hassle. I'm just being stupid I guess but I don't belong in this happy little family environment. I guess the other kids here have been through the same kind of thing….i didn't really hang around to find out. There's a guy called Jacob who looks about my age, a girl a few years older I guess, a baby (im not sure if it's a girl or a boy, and little Ruby who's probably……5 or 6?) None of them look related. I should probably make an effort. Maybe I should look at this as an adventure. It could b kind of cool, I'll have to make new friends at this new school I'm supposed to start at on Monday. Shit, what if they don't like me? Jacob is kind of cute….
Dear Diary
I never got along with my dad very well. Okay under exaggeration of the year! We didn't take any notice of each other, we just went our separate ways and that seemed to work okay. Ever since mum died when I was about 6 he just didn't seem to care about anything, I guess his meaning for living had disappeared so it didn't matter any more. So anyway its kind of weird having Glenda and Robert being so nice and caring, I'm used to being so independent.
Dear Diary
I did a runner, I just got scared I guess but I packed my bags and left, not knowing where I was going to go but I just had to. I was waiting at the train station with my stuff and Jacob comes running up to me asking what I'm doing.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
I’m living this nightmare, but am also telling myself it’s not true because I feel better. Today my family’s plan is to go see Tanner in the funeral home. I don’t want to go and I beg to stay home. My mom and dad force me to go and see him. When I go up to his coffin and see him, I start to scream and run out of the room. I was terrified because I was afraid he was going to get up and grab me. This seems silly, but I’m in complete shock and seeing him like this makes me scared. He was just with me a couple days ago and here he is now lying in front of me. After I calm down I go and look at him once more. I look at his hair and his face. Thinking to myself, “I’m going to miss you Tanner. I’m going to miss your laugh, your personality, your smile, etc.” I touch his face and it puts me back into the cold reality that this is really happening. My brother really died and he’s really right in front of me in a
I received the call that my brother had overdosed when I was going to a haunted house with a couple of my friends. My mother had not known the severity and told me not to worry. Steven had overdosed in the past so I was not as concerned as I should have been. My friends and I kept on with our festivities and then they dropped me off at my house. There was no one home and I became distressed. When I called my mother she told me to just go to bed and that they would be home soon. I forced myself to sleep. I was in a daze when my mother and father came into my room to tell me that my brother was dead. I don’t know what happened in my brain, but I could not talk and I could not cry. I believe I brushed it off as an awful nightmare. My unconscious demeanor scared my parents so they kept sending people in my room trying to get through to me. I woke up to my best friend hugging me, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke up to my grandma holding my hand with tears flowing down her eyes, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke to my godmother speaking about grief and how I needed to believe that he was gone, and then she left. How was I supposed to believe that my brother was no longer on this earth? I sat there on my bed alone as the idea of my brother dying crept into my mind. My heart began to literally ache. I cried hysterically for hours on hours. It has been a year since he has passed and it doesn’t get any
It’s a beautiful, all boys summer camp on Lake Winnipesaukee. Every summer of my life since I was born, I go there, and so does the rest of my family. It was like my second home. During the summer I know no different, and it is sort of like tradition to get in the car and go to Camp Winaukee for the entire summer. But for my dad, it is the opposite because he has to work all summer. He likes his job, but it has its ups and downs. He likes engaging with the teen boys and gets really into his job. My dad works on the island camp which is for teenage boys 13-15 years old. The mainland is for 7-12 year old boys. I spend most of my summer on the island campus. But last summer was the first summer my brother, sister, and I went to a sleep away camp for 2 weeks in Vermont. We did not want to go because we really wanted to be at Winuakee. But at Winaukee some of the other members of camp group did not want us around, and there had been some other problems that they had with my dad because of the way he did thing differently with running things. Abby and Bart who work with camp group and with my dad, and they would always in a way gang up on my dad because they took sides and kept secretes from my dad, and then later on they would always make big deals out of
Turning into a parking space at my apartment complex, I’m thankful my boyfriend isn’t through with classes yet. It’s only the early afternoon, so I have several hours before he will be back and before I have to somehow break the news. My mind is still swirling from the information and I’m overwhelmed with many emotions. How could something like this have happened to me? One terrible night has transpired into a nightmare that I don’t think I can ever get past. I turn the key to my door and sluggishly drag myself to my room, where I collapse into my bed. The events of that
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
At that time, I had never experienced the death of someone I knew. It seemed like something that happened to other people, not me, but it happened. He was one of my dad’s best friends and my dad was devastated. I didn’t hang out with Eric a whole lot, I mainly babysat his kids, but when I did, it was a great time. I didn’t really grieve when he died. I was sad that he died, but I was more sad for his wife and kids. I visited them a few times after it happened, and it was heartbreaking. His oldest child, Lily, had horrible nightmares and she was sleep deprived because of it. She was barely functioning. She was nine. When I was nine, the worst thing I thought could happen to me was having to go to school everyday to see this girl who always picked on me. I think that has to be a child’s worst nightmare, to lose a parent. Eric’s second oldest child, Dalton, stopped talking for weeks and he wouldn't eat. And Laythan, his youngest, was confused about the whole situation, but he was so young that he won’t really remember his dad. And his wife, she hasn’t been the same since. For a long time after he died, she would cry whenever she saw my dad because Eric loved him like a brother. It made me sick to see how much pain came from this, and if I could go back, I would make sure this never happened. There were many ways we tried to help them while they were grieving, but we couldn’t help them in the way they wanted to be helped; We couldn’t
I stepped out of the hotel and walked to the rental car with my older brother Sean. Me and my family are in California for summer vacation. We’ve never been to California, so it’s a nice break from Washington. I’ve only left Washington two other times, the first time was my Aunt’s wedding in Georgia. The second time was when we took my brother to Boston University. Usually, my family comes to Washington to see us, so it was weird to leave.My parents were already in the car when me and Sean got there. We were going to see my Uncle and his new wife and kids for dinner. Their house was about an hour from the hotel. We would have stayed with them but we wanted to stay somewhere that was closer to the city. We haven’t seen my cousins in a few years. They haven’t been able to come up to see us because either Jeremy goes to camp or they decide to go to Europe for vacation. And we don’t really leave Washington that often. There’s no real reason why, we just don’t leave. It’s not really that big of a deal but I do miss seeing them. My uncle’s gotten remarried and had two more kids since we last saw him. My cousin, Jeremy, is the oldest and the last time I saw him he was 10, now he’s 15. The other two I haven’t met, which is really weird to think about. I’ve seen pictures of them from Christmas cards and on Facebook but I’ve never really talked to them. The second oldest, Laney, is 5 and the youngest, Presley, is 3.On the drive over I listened to music but then my mom tried to get my attention. I took out my headphones and said, “What?”
I can't believe he is dead. I walked down the hospital halls about to cry trying to hold it all in. I decided to take the car as Ponyboy walked home i know he wasn't ok so i just left him allown. I was driving recluse think to myself. I thought it was my fault only if we said at Dairy Queen longer,
There may be siblings of yours which are more favored or preferred. Whether it be in my view that my younger sister is preferred for being the youngest or the fact that my father favors my brother for being the only boy.Even the fact that your parents may not express their love to you physically as my father does, unlike my mother who is more affectionate, it makes me feel lonely inside. Yet I know that like any other family, though they may not show it or favor you as much I know that my mom and dad, or specifically my family love me they just express it in their own
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
I always had, and still have, a very good relationship with my parents. Some things have altered slightly with time but not too much. I used to adore my father. Like most young kids, I thought that my dad was the best thing since sliced bread. My feelings began to shift some as I started to grow up. I began to have my own ideas, and no longer was he always correct. Sometimes he was simply wrong, and pointing this fact out to him sometimes got me into trouble. The punnishments for these deeds taught me more in the long run than they did at that time.
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back