Personal Narrative : A Trip To The Movie Theater

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

Me, Ava, Korryn, Ali, Olyvia, Bailey, and Sophie were on the way to valley fair. The loud and crowded car ride was filled with music, laughter and Sophie screaming! We got some drinks and snacks along the way and played pranks on the people that our nanny Bailey went to highschool with. About 2 hours later we were there and waiting in line to get wristbands. When we finally got our wristbands we walked in the gates of Valley Fair.

Then one day, when I was making a remark about a girl because she never tried in school, my dad said something that revolutionized my

As a kid I loved going to the pool park with my dad, even if he was pretty overprotective. I was there with most of my dad's side of the family, which included a few cousins who were around the same age as me. My cousin Patrick is a little more than a year and a half older than me and was who I spent most of my time with when my dad was at work, which was for most of the day. My dad and his parents were really close and tight-knit, so naturally we went to a lot of places together. Patrick and I's friend Sergio was at the pool park too, so we were off doing our own thing while the adults were doing whatever it is adults do. Sergio had just gotten the newest version of Pro Evolution Soccer(PES), a soccer video game. He said we should sleep over his house that night to relax and play his new video game. We were all for it, but we knew that convincing my dad would be no easy task, a mission only accomplishable by the best and toughest rhetorical warriors. We came up with a plan to convince my dad and agreed that I would ask him when we were in the car on the way back. Finally, after a few more hours at the pool park, it was time to leave so we packed up and got in the car. My dad obviously had enjoyed relaxing that day, and was in a really happy mood. We knew that this was our time to set our rhetoric plan into action.

My dad started to say calmly, "okay kids, if I tell you guys something there will be no crying"

On march 11, 2014 I was excited to see my dad because my dad and i went to see a scary movie at the Charlevoix theater downtown across from Olsen. My dad yelled so loud we got kicked out of the theater.

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

My mom said we were going to the game, but the way she looked at me just did not feel right. I did not think we were going watch his boss's daughter play softball. We got into the van and left the parking lot to our hotel. We were not even driving for ten minutes before we stopped again, and it was not at a softball field. They lied. It was another parking lot, but we had to pay to park in this one. After we paid for parking, we turned a curve, and a big, blue, black, and white sign caught all of our attention. The kids screamed , Timothy and I screamed, we all screamed. We pulled into Sea World. None of us had ever been to Sea World, and we could not wait. The parking lot was so packed you could barely find a spot, but we got lucky and found one open spot. We raced each other out of the van, and even got into trouble because, "That is not how you behaved in public!" Those were mom's favorite words to say to us, but we were truly excited

“So what time are we meeting up to head over to the club tonight? It’s Friday and I need to stress Oliver out by not coming home till two in the morning.”

The first time I heard my dad say something bad to my brother was after our very first physical fight. My older brother Kenny and I used to always fight over everything most times those fights would end with one of us crying. I pulled his hair and he started crying and I started crying so I wouldn’t get in trouble. My dad was trying to calm us down, but I noticed the difference in the way he did it. He would be gentle when he

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

I was about retort when Krishna spoke up. "Sorry, I know we're running a tad bit late--"

Ever since I was little I have loved theatre. I guess it started because my grandma has been taking me to see shows since i was little. I remember her taking me to see The Nutcracker for the first time when I was five years old. She has taken me to see so many more amazing shows.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

Disney is truly the happiest place on earth. Every kid wants to go,but does every kid get to go? I'm going and i can't fully wrap my head around the idea that on September 15th-I'll see Mickey Mouse and all the marvels of Disney!