An Assisted Personal Narrative by Celine © October 2011

t was the most boring, dreadful, annoying, stupid summer holiday ever. Nothing to do, nothing to talk about, nothing to play with, NOTHING!!!! I was dying of boredom. I began to knock my head on the door. “EVERYBODY, I AM BORED!”(Well there wasn’t everybody, there was my brother).

Anyway, an idea popped into my head: to roller skate! I knew it was a boring idea, but I just did it. I slid one foot into the roller skate, then the other. Just in a minute I began to have just a little tiny fun. I decided to skate all around the world (house). I felt like creating an obstacle course. I started to feel floppy but I didn’t stop and I had no idea why. “Celine”, my brother called. “Yes,” I answered,” what do you want?” “Never mind”, he replied.  I was too busy thinking about what he was going to tell me for some reason when I glanced into the window and didn’t notice I was still skimming through the obstacle course I had made an hour ago. I slipped on my back and landed on my arm

I felt discomfort my arm was killing me! It felt as if it was the end of the world, my arm turned as bright as a tomato. It began to swell up I could see the big blue bruise appearing on my arm it was worthless to look at.

“Sami!” I screamed. My brother came running to me he helped me get up and I got ice and while two hours past my arm felt a little better

After all I learned that I should never be clumsy.

An Unassisted Personal Narrative Written by your Elias © October 2011.

y younger brother is excited because we’re in Canada and it’s Christmas Day and we celebrate at in my aunt’s house. I told him, “it’s not the the first Christmas you had in your life.” I wanted to kick him because he wouldn’t shut his mouth. I was excited because I would get presents but not that much. I wanted to get over it with it because I was tired because my brother woke me up at 5 a.m. The rest of the family hadn’t come yet because they were getting ready. We are standing outside waiting for them to arrive. We almost turned into ice. Finally we heard the engine of a car and it was them. My brother, my cousins and I went down stairs to the basement because there are tons of movies there. We watched five movies while the adults were talking. All of us were yawning and bored. I said, “who wants to eat KFC?” everybody replied, “let’s go before we sleep.” I went to ask my dad but he said “no because we’re going to have a family dinner.”

We all sat down at the table. It smelled so good I wanted to eat everything on the table. And we did. Afterwards we went the cinema. When we left, there was a bit of traffic but we made it on time. We bought popcorn and Pepsi. When the movie ended we returned to my aunt’s house and we found presents under the Christmas tree. There was a knock. It was a fake Santa with a bag filled with more presents.

     I felt happy because my mom had said, “When a Santa comes you can open your presents.” I couldn’t wait, and I was annoying my mom so after Santa left I opened my presents.

   After I opened my presents, my brother, my cousins, I, and everybody in the whole family was tired. We left for home. My brother and I we’re fighting because were trying to lie down but the car was small. Then we slept so my mom and my dad were relaxed. When we made it home, my dad had to carry my brother and I one at a time up to our beds. My mom was terrified because my dad was really weary. My dad made it but he immediately went to sleep. I was awake as soon as my dad put me on my bed. I wanted to eat more food so my mom made me a nutella sandwich, before she went to bed. Then I went to bed. . I thought it was the best Christmas ever.

An Assisted Personal Narrative Written by Mohamed © October 2011

“Ooga,” my baby brother said. It was the summer holidays. I was Spider Walking on the door frame in our mountain house in Bshamoun. It’s a move that will make you climb up on a door frame or 2 walls by using both hands and feet. My little brother thought it was so cool that he started copying me. He did it, while I started finishing my Lego masterpiece. “Don,” my baby brother said. It meant something like “I want to try Lego.” “NO!” I screamed at him. Suddenly, my baby brother charged like a bull, his face boiling red, into my Lego masterpiece, and CRASH!      

As my Lego masterpiece was destroyed, I was mad, and because I was mad, I went in the sitting room to jump from the chair to the floor. My dad was already there. “Don’t do it Mohamed, it is dangerous. You’ll break a bone, ’’my dad said. “No I won’t,” I replied. “I said get down!” he shouted. “No-, “and before I finished my sentence, KABOOM!

My wrist snapped, and it felt like a dagger was going through my hand. I hit the floor with a big crash.”OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” I screamed bloody murder. I looked at my hand, it was all crooked.

My mom came because of my screaming and started crying her head off. My brother had no idea of what just happened. My dad drove me to the hospital, where they put my hand in a cast. It took 24 days to heal and I had to eat with my left hand. That day I learned to always listen to my parents, no matter what.

An Aassisted Personal Narrative Written by Dan © October 2011

             I am standing between Borj Dubai   and a sky scraper!!!! It looks like it is 5,000 yard tall (not really). My dad said,” we are going to Atlantis!!”  My smile rises up to my face and I begin to scream my head off from happiness. By the time we get there it is 3:00 p.m. I put my foot down and say (“proudly Atlantis here I am”)!!J My baby sister Judy and I run to the gate. We wait for mom, dad, and the nanny. We go in and wait for my mom and dad to swim with the dolphins in the swimming pool.  

              When my mom and dad paid to go swim with the dolphins the people who works there said “You have to wait for one hour.” “Ok,” we said altogether, at least we will see the dolphin. 30 mins before we had to go in the water, they called us to watch a small movie about the dolphin. My mom was scared my sister would kick the dolphin. When we went to swim with the dolphin my sister did not kick the dolphin. She was nice to him. When the time was over we got pictures of me swimming with the dolphin then we went to the swimming park. Fell off the slide on my leg and I got a BIG scar.  “OUCH “!!! I said when I got out of the pool. My leg was all blood.

             It felt like I didn’t have a foot anymore. For the rest of the the day I couldn’t walk. My nanny had to carry me until we went to the hotel. When we went back we washed, then my sister wanted me to go with her to the kid’s center.  “I do not want to go with her,” I said “FINE I will go but I will sit and watch you play.”

            The last day of Dubai, we wanted to stay more because it was so fun! But we couldn’t because people took our room. When we went to the airport the plane got delayed for 2 hours. When 2 hours were over was done the plane didn’t move for another 30 mins. When it started to move I fell asleep. It was 3 hours from Dubai to Lebanon. It was 5 in the morning .I slept for 3 hour to get energy. When I opened my eyes the next day I saw Meera right next to me I jumped of bed and hugged her hard.

An Assisted Personal Narrative Written by Aymen © October 2011

 I walked down the stairs. The loud noise of students talking filled my ears. The teacher in charge of dismissal called my name. The day ended as it had started, being driven to another location. I got out of the gate and walked with my driver. I could see cars parked and parents and drivers waiting for a child. I reached my car and found my brother, Ahmed (as usual) and his friend. I sat in the back seat. All was fine, until Ahmed got out of the passenger seat and moved to the driver’s seat.

Ahmed stepped on the gas pedal and went off. He drove carefully and smoothly and it kind of felt like my driver was driving. He glided down the street and made an easy right. He went on and on until he reached a U-turn. All of this could have been avoided if only he went to driving school and if my mother were in town. Anyway, he reached the U-turn and, well, took it. However there was another car going by. Ahmed drove on and the car made a small shake and our headlight clipped with the other car. And Ahmed, if you’re reading this, we live in reality, not in GTA.

The driver of the other car got out and started speaking in rapid Arabic. My brother and driver got out to talk and reason with the person who was about to erupt with anger. But it seemed he was contradicting them. My jaw dropped down in shock and a question that vibrated rapidly in my mind was, “What just happened?!”

We arrived home with the furious driver tailing us. Ahmed was in shock and fear. Well, in the end we paid about $200 for the guy’s car and I learned never to enter a car with my brother in the driver’s seat.

An Assisted Personal Narrative Written by Mohammed © October 2011

When I got in the doctor’s office with my mom the doctor said,” Hello, how may I help you? ” My mom said,” My son is sick and he’s been feeling weak today. ” The doctor took his stethoscope and started testing my breathing, and then he got one of those sticks –the ones that you hold popsicles with- and I opened my mouth. After that he said “Your son has to sleep in this building.” I was shocked my mom said “Are you fine with sleeping here?” No of course not I thought so then I thought again once I get to the room I need to rest to get out of this prisonlike building or else I’m going to eat not delicious food for two weeks.

But it wasn’t I was so sick I had to sleep in the hospital. When my mom took me to my room I sat in bed immediately. My mom was worried and then she called my aunt and told her to back home with my cousin. My cousin was didn’t get why I had to sleep in the hospital. And I was sweating and wondering what was going to happen to me. My heart was beating fast. I was curious what was going on in me. I could tell the doctor would come in with an injection in his hand and give me a shot. And I was scared of shots I didn’t like them ever since nursery. I wished I wasn’t even sick in the first place. Then my mom told me my dad was coming to see me. I was eager to see him, but it took quite a while and then I started to wonder how big this building was, because he didn’t come early.

My mom took me to the emergency room so the doctor can give me a shot. When the doctor finished my dad finally came but it was late so I had to sleep. I learned to always be careful when I washed my hands.