Nakiya Goings English 1-1A 19 December 2018 Once upon a time, there was a princess named Fiona. She lived in a faraway land on the highest peak of the tallest tower in Hamsterville with her Mother and Father, two sisters and cat. She never really got along with her sisters or even a bit with her parents, mostly because of their differences on things. But most of the arguments never occurred because Fiona would stay in her room all day. Andevery timeFiona was by herself, she would pull out her secret journal and begin writing. Fiona always carried that little journal around. Part of it was just casual but most of it was more important than ever to her. She always wrote about warriors. She always dreamed of being awarrior. She would even draw figures of what it might be like to be in the war. She would even sneak in her older sister’s bedroom just to steal clothes and rip them up, just to make them look like a she was an actual warrior. For a moment Fiona felt bad, but once it was all ripped up she knew she just couldn’t feel bad anymore; but then would she return them back into the exact same dressers they came out of. It was dinner time at 6:00 p.m. every night, and everyone was getting ready for the big supper that was about to come. Father had come down and sat in the biggest seat there was at the table. As Mother sat on the opposite side of the table, I finally decided I should go get a plate. “Would you mind going and getting Bianca and Alice, please?” Mother said. I paused a moment, looking at all the food that had been set up, and thinking about all of it that could’ve been gone by the time Bianca and Alice made it down here. I obeyed Mother’s asking and made my way up to their rooms. I first went to Bianca’s, who’s room smelled of a dirty socks and I couldn’t stand, but made me run for my life. I ran into my room, quickly grabbing a clothes pin. I soon came back and asked for Bianca to come down stairs. She surprisingly obeyed and came downstairs. Knowing how rude she could be I gave myself a pat on the back for she had just listened to what I actually had to say. I took the clothes pin off and went on to Alice’s room. Alice was still sleeping. I went over and shook her real quick which gave me a nervous shock. I’ve never really had to wake any of my sisters up and me having to do this to Alice I was scared for my life. Especially since they’re my big sisters. She woke up in surprisement. And I told her that it was time for supper. She obeyed and went down stairs. As I went downstairs, I noticed Bianca was already eating which made me a little upset because I should’ve been the one to eat first. I had to wake them up they didn’t have to wake themselves up. I rushed down the stairs to get all the food I could. As I took most of the food, Alice started to notice. She yelled all the insecurities I had, but that didn’t stop me from having a feast. My Mother called out to Alice telling her, “To be nice.” she obeyed, knowing that my mom could literally bring her inner demons out in a split second. After supper my Father called out to me. “Fiona!” He called. I figured itwould be possible nonsense. Especially coming from my Father. But the first words that came out of his mouth were nothing unimportant at all. I realized I had just been in my own state of mind for the past whole conversation. I wanted to ask him to repeat it but by the time I wanted to ask him, he had already been halfway up the stairs. I leaned towards against the chairs by the dining table. All I could think about was, what had Father said. It was already 9:00 p.m. and I figured maybe it was time I went to bed. I called out to my cat Tom. “Tom” I yelled. I felt like I called him about 100 times already. I then finally get up and grab my cat Tom, which whom was in the den of Bianca and Alice’s bedroom. I finally went to bed with my rotten cat, Tom. I soon woke up in a daze and realized that I was lying on the floor. I had been dreaming about the war. The war that had happened about 2 weeks ago. I mean I felt bad for those who never returned home, but all the things I’ve heard since the war ended, it sounded unbelievably interesting. It mostly just intrigued me so much that maybe as I get older, maybe one day, I’ll get to be in the war. As I rubbed the crust out of my eyes I rushed downstairs to see if breakfast had been made. I then came to find that no one was down there. I ran up the stairs to the horrifying sound of my Father snoring loudly. His snoring is worse than Bianca’s, and that’s worse. I grabbed the keys from my Father’s bedside table. As I made my way towards the bedside, I took a big squeaking step. The house is getting pretty old itself, about 65 years old to be exact. I took the keys as fast as I could. Not caring if Father would wake up or not. I ran down the stairs and through the den of the dining room, and then to the front door. As I attemped to open the door, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Father. “How had he woken up so fast?” I thought. He turned me around faster than I could say hot dog. He looked down at a piece of paper and then back at me. Stared at me for a while smiling. “What’s wrong Father?” I asked. He looked up quickly while still smiling. “The warriors are getting ready to fight for us!” My Father on the other hand, was just as excitable about warriors. Except not as much as me. I grabbed the note in surprisement and thought about it real hard. “The warriors are coming?” I thought. “I must greet them!”, I told my Father. My Father grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes. It took him a while, but I was still stunned to hear it. “Maybe you should join them instead?” Father said. I looked at him in delight. “Are you serious?” I asked. “Of Course.” Father responded. I mean, a minute ago I was more focused on getting milk from the barn to make some porage. But, instead, I got invited to join them by my Father. My Father maybe a Humorous Kings, but he is a man of his word. I Bear Hugged him till he couldn’t breathe. He choked a little, but I just ignored him. I was so happy that I might be able to join the warriors. I’m almost 18, and I feel more trained than I’ve ever been, but inside I knew I wasn’t. I ran upstairs to change into one of my sister’s clothes I had ripped up, but never gave back. I looked in the mirror beside my closet. I looked closely at myself until I just couldn’t look anymore. It took me a while, but I realized that I had looked as though I was a real warrior. I went down the stairs all dressed down in my costume, ready to meet the warriors. I noticed that my Mother and sisters had already been up. “What’s all the ruckus going on down there?" I looked towards the den across from my room where my Mother and two sisters were standing. They looked at me in an eerie way as though they had never seen me in their household before. “What do you have on Fiona?” Mother asked. “Are those my clothes?!” Alice asked. “No...” I responded. Alice screamed at me as usual, but I acted like I heard nothing. “She’s on her way with the warriors.” Father interupted. I smiled at him as though it was his first time say it. “Really?!” Mother answered with glee. I smiled bigger than I ever could. My sisters looked confuse, but when I looked at my Father and then at my Mother, she ran at me bear hugging me. “We should be on our way!” Mother said. “We shall!” Father yelled. As Father rounded up the horses, Mother gathered food into the wagon. My sisters on the other wanted to stay, but my mother later convinced them to come. She said there would be amazing, and charming princes that might come on over to celebrate the coming of the warriors. As we made our way along the trail towards the arrival of the warriors, we managed to stop by a few times to meet some friends of my Father’s. We had a few drinks to celebrate which made the trip fun. We made it to the arrival the next morning. We gathered all the supplies I needed for the war. As I managed to walk off towards the line where everyone would be waiting,I felt a soft grab on my arm, it was my Father. He had me in a tight hug. Almost tootight to even get out of. As we hugged he whispered something I’d never forget. “Some women fear the fire, Some women simply become it. I hugged him even tighter. Even letting out the slightest of tears. I couldn’t wait to be a warrior. I then grabbed my bags, while Father grabbed my supplies. I saw the warriors arrive. They looked braver than ever. I’ve looked upon them for most of my entire life. Now I’m becoming one. The Captain of the ship stepped out. He held a list out, having all the names called out one by one. He called out at least 10 names and then I finally hear mine. I grew a big smile on my face. I grabbed my bags and walked up the ramp leading towards the ship. I looked back at Everyone, but I mostly stared at my Family. I looked at them with a smile. I saw my Mother wave and say something, but I never managed to know what she said. I smiled again and walked off. “Welcome young lady.” the Captain said. “Hello.” I responded. Captain Jonas is the name. He said. He gave me a wink and showed me were all the supplies, guns, and ropes were. He then showed me how to work the sails. Just in case someone were to become sea sick and not be able to work anymore. It soon became night fall and I went to my room downstairs of the ship. As I began to lie down, I began thinking about what my Father had said. I knew I would become the fire, I knew I would become the spirit I’ve always knew I could become. I soon fell asleep hearing those words all over I my head. I would never forget the memories I’ve made with my Family. Especially the war.
1. List one thing you've learned from writing this paper that you have applied to other writing assignments. I used quotations during most of the story.
2. Identify a challenge you faced while writing this paper (this can be at any stage of the writing process). How did you overcome the challenge? What did you learn? The most difficulties I faced were the spelling of most words. I went over them and fixed anything in the sentence that didn't sound right, or wasn't spelled right. I learned that you should put quotations when the person (character) is talking.
3. What genre does this paper fit? How do you know? Narrative. Because it tells a story.
4. Given more time to work on this paper, how would you improve it? I would go through it and correct any spelling that was spelt wrong.
5. Why did you choose to include this paper? What do you want me to learn about you as a writer? I chose to do this paper because I wanted to test myself and see if I could do a narrative story on my own. I want you to learn that as a beginner I gave it my best try. I feel that I did really good in writing this narrative story.