Personal Narrative: Brezina

My friends, I come before you today to warn you of the danger that has befallen our town. Here tonight, I have discovered the threat of a vampire lurking in our town and while he is alive, none of us are safe from him. Already four people have been bitten. Think of the children! Your children are in mortal danger so long as this vampire. I have proof of this. Two children have been bitten by our own Ms. Westenra. Alas, as much as we attempted to save her from such a fate as she was destined, we could not. It was too late to see what was truly going on and the true danger she was in. She managed to escape and bit two children without our knowledge until we were unable to do anything about it. How many more children must die before you follow me into battle against this vampire? How many more nights must you lie awake in your beds in fear of this vampire? How much longer will you watch from the side before you take action against this threat to our very survival? No longer should any of you do such a thing. We all ought to rise up together and defeat this monster. For our children, I say we must do something. Count Dracula runs amok in our town. Unless we join together to defeat this common enemy of ours, our town will fall, our memory forgotten to the rest of the world. For how long can you sit and wait, believing that you will not be harmed by the count? You, and your children, will not escape any of this until he is dead. So I say to you now, follow me

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

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

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.

I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.

I prefer you start by asking me questions, so I can get in the mood because I don’t feel ready for […] I can tell you about my life and about how the whole art thing started. When I was fourteen years old I suffer an attack on my spine. When I was a boy, a draw a lot, but they were mostly school-related. I show them my work in L.A. [Los Angeles] because they liked a lot there. I lived next to a Mexican neighborhood. What was its name? “Maravilla”, it was very dangerous. The pachucos of that time lived

If a lifetime in theatre has taught me anything, it’s that an actor never stops learning. Relying on natural talent is a fantasy. At eighteen, I’ve done over 25 musicals and plays, but the first time I participated in a show that wasn't at a school or summer camp I had been going to for years, I was blown away at how little I actually knew about what it takes to be a professional performer-- but it finally felt like art. It needed skill and practice beyond repetition and praise. I pushed myself to be my best and honestly craved criticism because nothing felt better than improvement. Competing with others who have had little to no training did not allow me to grow into the actor I want to be: someone genuine, who tells stories and creates, who

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Who am I. Who am I? I am the color orange, strong and fiery like a lion’s luxurious mane billowing in the savanna’s breeze. I am cheesy and dorky, similar to this introduction. I am Vicky Giuliano.

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer but Maria was a little under the weather I was waiting to see how it would develop.

When I was young, my family and I lived in the coastal plains of Texas. One day, I started to think about what it was like at the very top in Texas. I always dreamed about the cowboys, farms, ranchers and the farm animals, that they were unique and that that was the only things that the great plains had. As I grew older, I thought it was boring, and then I had an idea. What if I, Maria Muro could make it more fun? So, I decided to dedicate my life to make the most fun city In Texas.

She will be mine!” ‘Yeah, right.’ I’m thinking to myself. He leaves the club and closes the door to run errands. Now, she and I are alone as I take a stroll around the bed with the dimmed red lights following my shadow analyzing her potential and determining which role she will play in my world. She is too valuable to share, so she will be all mine. Lanzone will be mad because I am going to make her a vampire. Just as I think this, she starts coughing loudly catching me by surprise. I comfort her, “Hey, hey, hey now. Are you alright?” I grab a cup of blood from the minibar nearby. “Here, take a drink”, she sips then spits it out on the floor. When she finally opens her eyes, she jumps and grab a knife from the sink of the minibar coming back to me with it to my neck. “Who are you!?” I try to calm her down.

Throughout history, there have been many human beings whom have been seen as either a hero or a villain. In their childhood, these people must had obstacles that were in their way, causing each individual to either work harder or give up. People, however; must understand that each individual has a potential in achieving their goals, but if one is mistreated or deceived due to jealousy, resentment, hatred, or ambition, it can lead to many catastrophic events. People who have pride and arrogance do not want to have equals, rather they want to see their victims suffer. These people have no difficulty in achieving their goals due to the fact that their victims have too innocent a nature to suspect the nefarious motives of their enemies. In