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Once upon a time, when I was a young girl, my mom told me not to go outside but who was I to listen. She headed off to work, as I looked out to see if the coast was clear, she was gone. I went to play with the other neighborhood kids, as soon as I thought the day was going to be too amazing outside in the hot sun, it only started to get worse. I could feel the wind in my hair and the heat on cheeks, when you think it was good it really wasn’t. Being out of the house for the time being I was getting dirty and began to get scratches on my arms and face. Unfortunately, my stubbornness got the best of me, I was told not to go outside because I was grounded. I just couldn’t stand seeing all the other kids having fun, laughing, and playing. But I knew what I was signing myself up for when I took those steps out the door, I should’ve listened but hey, what would you do if it was a pretty summer day and all the kids were outside while you are in the house. But it was a risk I was willing to take, some would fear the trouble they were going to be in well not me. Therefore, we played tag for about thirty minutes, ‘me’ not paying attention to time my mom got off in the next couple of hours. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I stumbled, while tripping over my feet and ‘’BOOM’’ I hit the tree in the yard. …show more content…

Not realizing how I was walking and standing, still dazed by the hit from my smacking the center of the tree with my large skull. Trying to figure out what was I going to tell my mom, what happened to my clothes? Scared out of my mind, I still have to clean my face. At this point I'm freaking out, still wondering what I should tell her, the truth? A lie would make it worse, I guess this is the end for me. That was the only thing that was going through my head, not knowing when I looked in the mirror, I had a cartoon knot the size of an

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