Personal Narrative: My Hero's Journey

I soon snapped out of this state, hastily trying to stretch my muscles, which were cramping because I was so anxious. I heard the announcer yell “Ready, Set, Go!” followed by the pop of the starting pistol. Startled I took off running as fast as I could momentary forgetting to pace myself. I knew I would run out of energy if I didn’t do something to correct myself, so I slowed down and matched my breath to my steps. This way I could get an adequate amount of air into my lungs for aerobic respiration. By doing this I cruised through the first mile of the

Once there was this red house at the end of the street. Who lived in there you ask well there is this 17 year old girl and her mom. The girl's name is Z she plays baseball she loved baseball till one day she went blind because when she was walking home with her friends suddenly there are a gang of girls from her school went to go pick a fight with her.

After I met with the Knights of Columbus, I drove out to my aunt’s place. As we ate lunch, she said, “You know your father was kicked out of the Knights for arguing with the pastor over the parting of the Red Sea,” and she went on to tell me the story. He said an asteroid landed in the Mediterranean Sea, and it had an affect like dropping a rock in a puddle. It pushed the Red Sea into the Gulf of Aden, and by the time the Egyptian Army entered the Red Sea, the waters were returning to their normal elevation.

lowly walking, I didn't know where I was.I was so confused that I couldn't bare to looking at anyone.That's when I saw the sign.The words,”Arbeit Macht Frei,(Work Sets You Free)”.That sign still reminds me of the terrible thing that I have witnessed and experienced.We were walking in Auschwitz, I told Elie that we shouldn't worry and we should stay together but I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen.We walked in and I could see women, men, and children.Skinny and weak. I was worried about Elie. Hilda.Beatrice.Tzipora. Shlomo. Me.I didn't know what to say.I didn't know how to express how I felt. I told everyone not to worry like I did. ”Okay, mother.”Don't worry. Everything will be okay”.While we were standing I could hear 8 little but very impactful words.”Men to the left!

It has been two years since you passed. It has been a year since I unearthed your vacant coffin with Oskar. Yet, it has been less than a second since you came to my mind. A day has yet to pass where I do not ponder of you, imagine you. I have seen pictures and heard stories of you, yet it always pains me that I could not have a place within them. I know nothing of you, my own child. In fact, I cannot call you, Thomas Schell, mine. There is nothing of me in you, and that will always be my deepest regret. If I had two lives, I would spend them both with you, as if that would somewhat compensate for the unjust life I forced upon you. A life without a father. Though, a boy need-not be raised by man, when a woman as sturdy as your mother is in place. I

sat in my 8th hour room, staring at the clock, waiting for it to finally hit 3:05. After what felt like an eternity I heard the ring of the bell and a wave of students rushed out into the summer air. Summer was finally here and I couldn’t be happier. I had a whole three months to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no tests, no teachers. I hopped on my bus that would drive me home and deliver me to freedom.

Do you ever sit and ponder, what would I do with an express ticket anywhere your imagination could take you? My first thought was let’s go to Hogwarts, but as I sat and thought about it. An express ticket beyond my imagination? I know exactly where i’d go, or when i’d go.

With_the_fiery_Aventador trailing_right_on my tail, I shifted on my leather seat pressing down harder on the accelerator pushing my Koenigsegg to its utmost limits. The speedometer was vibrating tremendously_that_it_seemed as if it was about to fall off. It was astounding that the fact the beastly car_was_still_on the road and not flying. The two masked men had been on my pursuit for the past week. I had not the faintest of idea on why they were chasing me.

The bittersweet defines me. These moments seem to chase me, to tear me down and build me back up. It was in Hyderabad, India. A city filled with the earnest cries of chaiwalas urging you to buy their steaming teas, the exuberance and chatter of countless people as you walked down the worn streets, the occasional herd of buffalos that seemed to give you judgmental side glances, but at that moment it felt empty. Thirty-two hours left—our flight was leaving back to Alabama.

While she lie staring at the cosmos painted on her ceiling, she remembered her question about the crime scene. Just her luck; she had left her things downstairs. There was not an ounce of willpower to persuade her to move. A groan of a new caliber of grief left her throat. She’d found herself rather comfortable in her current position, and the idea of moving was less than appealing. She knew if she moved she would never again acquire the comfort that she felt at that moment. Moments like these brought to her childhood dream of having telekinesis. While she was incapable of moving objects with her mind, she did have a brother.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!” The school bell rings. Peter and I were playing football at recess when we heard the bell. We quickly rushed up the stairs to get to class. I was so happy to see back Peter in school after his sick leave. He looked happy and his attitude shone brighter than the sun. Even after what had happened to him about a month ago…

Life always seemed more stressful in the time of the choosing and everyone knew it. When the young men and women went quiet and their demeanors changed you knew they had just celebrated their sixteenth birthday and that the choosing was upon them. Gerald had just turned this age and before he knew it the gut wrenching ceremony would be there. The choosing happened only after an individual progressed to an adult in their life. This annual event determined someone’s trade for the rest of time on the world.

I never thought mondy would come around more slowly. I woke up at 5:30 in the mourning took a shower got dressed and walked down stairs to see that mom and dad were already up and in their leader uniforms and mom had made eggs, bacon and toast.

My hero’s journey begun with my call to adventure to graduate high school and go on to college. When I was in middle school, I never would’ve thought that high school would be so different yet so similar to middle school. It was different because there was a lot more students and you pretty much had to be more mature about things, but you still had to work hard and earn your grade. My supernatural aid which helped me in class, were books and a pencil. Most of the knowledge we needed to understand the class was in the books, a pencil, to take notes and write essays and other written assignments. My crossing of the threshold will be when I graduate and go on to college to continue my education and earn a degree, but I wouldn’t be graduating if it wasn’t for the help I had. Some of the main people who helped me were teachers who helped me understand many subjects, and

“Bang!” The gun goes off and runners start their long 3.1 mile trek. I watch them go, a clipboard in my hands and a smile on my face. After months of planning, communicating, hard work, and doubt, the race that changed my life had finally started.