Personal Narrative: Zen Week

Bryon closes his speech with one of his own personal quotes, "Success isn't easy, if it were, we will all be successful, but success doesn't equate to the figures in your bank account, success is the feeling of fulfillment and happiness one gets from achieving the goals you've set for yourself."

Zen Week is officially a wrap, now we can all go back to competing, studying non-stop, partying like we've got nothing else to do with our lives and of course gossiping because nothing can pass us by. Today started off well, let's just hope it ends well. I walked with my friends across the parking lot, "Is anyone hungry or is it just me." Chase asked stretching and yawning.

Jack opened the door of his white Chevrolet Corvette, one leg in, and the
I walked to the lobby area. Sam was waiting there already for me. Samantha, the Vice President of Golden Emporium, one of the largest multibillion dollar technology companies in the world, the messenger, never late to deliver my parent's message, always babysitting me, making sure I stay sane at all cost. She is everywhere, she is like that annoying bug you just can't get rid of. It is like God made me her purpose. And what is her job, Me, Myself and I. Her job is being my sister. Yes, she is a Fox. I mean, if the icy grey eyes that runs in the family didn't give it away, at least the fountain of youth look should. Thanks to our parents, we look younger than our age. It is a good thing for her considering she is twenty-nine, but can easily fool you, she looks twenty-four. For me, on the other hand, looking younger than my age is rather a curse than a blessing. I look like a freaking teenager. We are both blonde, but I dyed my hair black. I went through a punk phase. So everything about me was black. Ditched it, but kept the hair. It added sassy to my style. I am as tall as Sam. Both 5'6. She is more into the cooperate classy style, for example, right now she is wearing black long pants, white T-shirt with heels and a black blazer, and of course who is Sam without her ponytail signature hairdo. I am more into the whatever looks good on me based on my mood style. We are both slim with long
It is dinner. What is so social about that?"

"So staying curled up in here all the time is your idea of socializing."

"I am okay being alone. Moreover, I am not always here. I do get out sometimes you know. I don’t exactly a hermetic lifestyle."

"So you say. Why do you avoid coming to the Pawn? You grew up there. That is home."

"It is a house."

"No it is home. Home is wherever the ones you love are."

"I don't like the vibe."

"What vibe is that?"

"You know, dull, dry, floppy, just there."

"Hmmm."

"Yeah."

"And this place is what? Lively, and bright?"

"It is very."

"No, the city is lively, but here, where you live, is not that different from the pawn. The pawn is better in my opinion."

"Of course it is, you live there. Of course, you’ll be bias."

"No, it is just facts."

"Okay, I am done arguing. It is exhausting."

"Then why do you do it in the first place?"

"Nope, nope," I started shaking my head, "done, not arguing again." Raising my hands up for emphasis

"It is just a question."

"Samantha Fox, I am going to kick you out if you don't cut it out."

"Are you coming?"

"Was I speaking gibberish? How else do you want me to say