I sat down on my bed, listening to the screaming and fighting downstairs. It happened all the time and it never stopped. We've tried counseling with weekly visits,and nothing works for us. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I tried to focus on something else. I peered around the room. Purple curtains fell to the ground neatly, my closet door was open. A soft breeze was leaking through the window. I could tell things were getting worse, but I didn't know what to do about it. I could leave here and go live with my Uncle and Auntie in New York city! Later that evening, I packed the essentials and $600.00 in a hiking bag. I arranged an “undercover “ visit with my Auntie. I double checked everything, but still felt like I was missing something. I researched how long it would take me to …show more content…
I have to go. Leave me alone you CREEP!!!” I ran away as fast as I could into the woods, and hid behind a bush. I watched the man look around and then he sped up and left. “What a weirdo!” I said to myself. I continued to walk for another hour. I sat on the edge of a bridge located beside the road alone with my thoughts. When I arrived in Hamilton, I was happy to see bright street lights, people walking to work, taxis dropping off or picking people up, and the honking horns of cars that were stuck in traffic jams. I saw my hotel in the distance. I had called and told them I was coming, I was hungry too. I walked in and stopped in my tracks. It was beautiful. A huge chandelier lit with candles and a fire place surrounded by antique chairs. I walked up to the front desk. A woman was there with piled hair and maroon red lipstick I went to my room, put my stuff away and slept. Around supper time I went downstairs to the cafeteria. I was terribly hungry. I hadn't eaten real food for over 13 hrs, not adding the time I slept. I had three choices. I didn't know what to pick and I didn't really care; I just needed some food. “I'll have order 2 please.” I stuttered. “Coming right
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
I found myself in the dining room observing everything and everyone. The dining room was set up to have an intimate feel to it. There were fresh flowers on every table and each table had some privacy. The
When we got out there we were all very impressed by the appearance of the city. This was obviously a tourist town. When we found the hotel we were impressed by the huge glass windows and cedar siding. It looked more like the Hilton than a Best Western. We checked in and were shown to our rooms. After bringing in all of our things, we went straight to bed knowing that we had a huge day ahead of us, not knowing how huge it was really going to be.
I walked in the door with shaky hands and my heart beating a mile a minute. The building was beautifully decorated and I felt very out of place. I had never had a job before and was nervous that busing tables at a country club wasn't really for me. I walked into the linen room and put on my burgundy bus coat for the first time. Now I was feeling more excited than nervous. I would meet people and learn new things. Maybe this would not be so bad.
I stood there thinking for a long time. I saw all the busses come and go. Then in the distance, I saw the bus I had become so familiar with coming back.
The clanging pipes above my head. The old, musty carpet beneath my feet. The colorful charts full of music notations, all smiling at me blankly. A cold mid-autumn breeze slices through the balmy room, carrying with it droplets of rain from the open door to the outside world. Me, standing in place among the other fourth and fifth graders, bouncing on my toes with anticipation coursing through my veins. Sheet music with simple melodies in our small hands. Children’s murmurs laced with tired apathy, groaning about having to be at school at such an early hour, some starting to fall asleep on their feet. Mr. Knapp at the forefront of the mass of the nine-to-ten year olds, hands up, ready to start conducting when we were ready to sing.
it got too late. I walked into the woods and soon I was beside a lake
“I swear dad it’s right on fort street”, my date said. His dad wasn’t believing him until I saw the sign and pointed it out. Upon arriving at the scene we exited the vehicle and i could already smell the aroma of perfume and cologne in the air. I saw several of our friends and we went to meet them. We entered and sat with a few of my old friends I could already smell the food. After sitting down I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Once I entered it was a rush of senses. The sound of toilets flushing, smells of perfumes differentiating from my own, the mob of girls in the mirror applying everything from lipstick to lashes, and I could taste the hairspray in the
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
There's No Place Like Home- Personal Narrative. Other than the sweltering heat of the summer in Oklahoma City, the only dilemma is tornadoes. I grew up in the middle of this “tornado alley” and eventually developed a sixth sense for detecting tornadic activity. Even in the 1980’s, tornadoes were known for their violent crime wave, vandalizing neighborhoods and kidnapping children and adults.
we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had
“What did I do?” I screamed as I kicked at the shins of the men carrying me away from the park. “What could I possibly have done?”
We got to the hotel early so our room wasn’t ready, the hotel was very nice though and offered to keep our bags behind the desk if we decided to leave while we waited. There were really nice couches and televisions in the lobby. Soft couches that were dark brown, I had said that I had wished I had those in my house. The floors were sleek and shiny, the counters were the same but they were marble. After sitting in the lobby for a little while, we left to go to a store called Jungle Jims. The store had food from different places around the world. The store sold tons of different sweets and breads. In the sweets section it smelled like candy and chocolate cake. In some places in the store it didn't smell as nice, but that's only my opinion. We spent almost an hour in the store looking for some kind of chocolate that my friend
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.