Personal Narrative A Story - 1932 Words

Maybe she isnt like us, maybe she is j-Ow Jules dont hit me there! a unfamiliar male voice groaned in pain Shut up Max. I saw it , Liz saw it, we all saw it a recognizable female voice retorted back, it was the girl from the bonfire, Juliette That doesnt mean you have to punch me in my no-no square, you could have just disagree with me like any other normal person in this pack the male voice replied back There voices were a whisper but every passing seconded the volume of there voices raised and raised. I tried to move my limbs but i couldnt, i couldnt even move my little finger on my right hand...i was parlayed from the head down. And to make things worse I couldnt remember anything ,starting from where i was to all the way†¦show more content†¦like Alpha Nylon pack? the whore pack? The male voice picked up again She doesnt seem like one of them She isnt, she is one of us I knew there was a lot of girls in are pack that would be consider or labeled as a whore and the men in my pack would be considered as man whore but I wouldnt have called us the whore pack. Did every other pack call us that? The one and only Juliette said I freaking hate that Alpha she hissed out Have you heard he banned safe sex so more teens would get pregnant? Its fucking disgusting I knew the Alpha was different then any Alphas out there but I didnt think he would go that far. This crazy Lyndon rarley talked about his father when anytime he came up in the conservation Lyndon would go silent leaving me questioning about there relationship Did Lyndon agree with Alpha Nylon actions? Did Lyndon help him make those new rules? was Lyndon the guy who i thought he was? Thats disgusting Elizabeth gagged with disgust and horror -all there voices were clear and loud now, it didnt sound like they were miles away but now only a cementer away- Right beside me. The fogginess in my head started to clear up. Everything was flashing behind my eyes, all the memories from the bonfire was coming one by one, memories from my life flashed through my eyes My back arched off bed from a sudden pain traveling up my spine and all the way to my skull. I could her a high pitch beeping from the right of me going off and on Whats goingShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : A Story?1019 Words   |  5 PagesI scrambled up on the rock. The deer was standing down below feeding in the tall grass. â€Å"You ready Rylan?† Justin asked. â€Å"No, I need a better rest,† I responded. â€Å"Ok,† Justin answered as I slid to another rock. Sure enough this rock was steady. â€Å"Ok the safety is off,† I whispered to Justin. Bang! 1 day Earlier †¦ â€Å"Those little bucks just keep coming but that 3 point just won’t come!† Todd muttered. We were sitting on a muddy road in Todd’s truck overlooking a smallRead MorePersonal Narrative : A Story?1188 Words   |  5 PagesWillow acted calm like it was no big deal we might go in a submarine but I could tell she was excited and eager. Willow’s dad finally finished talking to the lab workers. He walked over to us with a stern look on his face. He sighed like he was sad, and my heart dropped. Did they say no. He sighed again, â€Å"Well, they said,† then he smiled, â€Å"We can!† All three of us jumped for joy! We were going in a submarine! â€Å"You scared me for a second!† Willow told her dad. â€Å"Yeah, well we have to go now or we won’tRead MorePersonal Narrative : A Personal Story1531 Words   |  7 Pages It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. â€Å"Joe,† my father hollered up the stairs, â⠂¬Å"it’s for you† It is Jackie and she sounds really upset.† I walked downstairs to pick up the phone to see what was wrong with Jackie. â€Å"Hello Jackie, what is wrong?† as I was listening to her on the phone I was becoming very upset. I was not happy with Jackie. I was very tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. After talking to JackieRead MorePersonal Narrative Personal Story2272 Words   |  10 PagesIt was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a shocking phone call. Grabbing my phone. I heard Veronica s voice on the other end.I was so confused, so I answered it. â€Å"Hello... â€Å" I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice. â€Å"Mike, I need you to come to my house, something happen to Jessica.† Fastly I snatched my things and dashed to my car. It was pouring rain. Grabbing the moist dripping car door handle I carelessly swung the door open.I put my keys in the ignition as fast as IRead MorePersonal Narrative Story Short Story1619 Words   |  7 PagesSarah and Roger with their twins, Jules and Kendra. All of us cousins were very close in age. Stewart was the eldest, at age fourteen he was four years older than the youngest but he still hung out with us on the beach after dark. He had the best stories out of all of us. Andrew and I were the next oldest, six months apart in age in fact. The twins and Eric were the youngest. I remember the twins had just celebrated their 12th birthday that earlier that summer, while Eric’s birthday wasn’t untilRead MorePersonal Narrative : My Personal Story1932 Words   |  8 PagesIt was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. â€Å"Hello... â€Å" I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice. â€Å"Mike, I need you to come to my house, something happen to Jessica.† I snatched my things and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. I put my keys in the ignition as fast as I possibly could, and hit the gas pedal with all the force in my body. Jessica is my 17 year old daughter,Read MorePersonal Narrative : My Story1141 Words   |  5 Pagesmisbehave. It’s the worst, she makes me feel just as dead as she does. She shows no mercy. Sometimes, I wake up, and I m upside down, dangling from the ceiling with the fright of a five year old child watching a scary movie for the first time. Now, my story begins when I was thirteen, in Brighton, England, 1883. Hello. I’m Elizabeth. I’m thirteen, I’m 5’3, i have red, curly, long hair, and bright blue eyes and my existence is hardly known. I stay in a small closet in the back of my mum’sRead MorePersonal Narrative Short Story1153 Words   |  5 PagesI still remember that fateful day, the day I was Stolen. It started out as a normal day at school. I’ll take you through the whole story. There is one thing you should try to figure out, who kidnapped me. â€Å"Joey, Wait up!† I yelled out. Why was he walking so fast, and not responding? It’s almost like he’s ignoring me. I started to jog, but he was already gone. I turned the other way to walk home. It was a long walk, for I lived in the country part of town. I noticed leaves crunching behind me, andRead MorePersonal Narrative Short Story1191 Words   |  5 PagesIt was a warm summer day with good air, most kids were out riding their bikes, scooters, etc. or running around, playing tag, yet I was huddled inside, reading a good book. The sun was shining bright, yet the clouds were blocking it, acting like the filter in a juice machine, separating the good stuff from the bad stuff. The clouds let the light come in just enough so it can light up everything, but not enough to make you sweat when not doing draining activities. This made it the perfect weatherRead MorePersonal Narrative : A Short Story1301 Words   |  6 PagesI sit down on the picnic table and I bl ankly stare at the sky and doze off. I wake up not knowing what time it was but it was dark. I quickly got up and grabbed my things and began walking home. While I was walking I began to remember all of the stories I used to read to myself.The snow reminded me of snow white specifically. She got to run away into the woods away from the evil queen. She ended up living happily with the seven dwarfs. It made me want to go to my own fairytale world. A place where