Get Out-Personal Narrative

I pushed open the door, and grabbed my brothers’ hand, as I held him beside the car. I couldn't feel anything, my body felt completely numb. More cars started to pull over, and people started to climb out and call 911. Staring through the shattered windshield, I saw my mother's blood covered face.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

Sarah and Blish were just messing around in the car when suddenly Sarah hit thestick shift and the car started to roll down the hill. Sarah immediately opened the door to jump out while simultaneously holding the door open for my Mom. When both the girls safely had jumped out of the car, they laid on the ground processing what had happened and also what was about to

As we flew through the air, in the moment, it was all slow motion. I blacked out for a split second, then opened my eyes, as I was in midair, and I slammed my head on the rough, rocky ground. My head felt like it had cracked open.

I just stood there looking out at the dead, mud covered grass sledding hill watching my brother fall out of this sled causing me to laugh. Little did I know this night would be the last night I though God was there watching over me. That hill that almost killed me was a barren wasteland of ice that still to this day scares me. After my dad walked back down and up with my brother it was my turn to go down the hill. I wasn’t nervous, but thinking back on it sends my stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. Anyways, my dad pushed me down the hill, half way down the hill all I remember hearing my dad shout was “Bail out!” What does that phrase even mean to a 6 year old 1st grader who can barely read, almost absolutely nothing is what I questioned in my own mind.

My father Uriel an archangel, my mother, Elizabeth, and my brother, Castiel also an archangel. That is my family, well my real family anyways. My mother and father had never told me why they gave me up. All they would ever say is “ You are destined for great thing Jupiter. That is all you need to know” like I know what that meant. I really never fit in with my adopted family. I always looked so different from them. They still think I don't know that I am adopted but I have know since I was 13. Cas and I are twins, so we have the link that binds our .

In a moment of insanity, in a single second, in a single mistake, a decision that you make in a moment could all change the course of the next few months of your life. I was in my car, my tears fogging up the window of my mom’s blue Honda Pilot, the tension clogging up the air. I can feel my sweat and tears dripping down my face, more tears than I have had in awhile. It feels different. I began to wonder why the tears came down this much. The only thing I could hear was the faint radio, which my mom had turned down, my face is pressed against that window looking into the distance, hoping for a miracle. I could see the sadness of my mom’s eyes looking back at me every few seconds. Those seconds ticking into minutes, all of them in which

Ray is my beautiful car, a 2014 Chevy Camaro SS. She is named after me, Rachel. My car is one of my most valuable possesions to date. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. She is the color of a sweet red candy apple. I swear I could taste the flavor of the candy on an apple just by admiring her. Her custom made body-style kit and grill makes her look as if she could be the next transformer character or cousin of the character Bumblebee in the movie, "Transformers". When I approach her in the mornings, I open the car door, start the engine and listen to it as if it was a military jet about to take off for war. Her pick ups in driving are so fast. The first time I drove her, it felt like she was pulling away, even at normal

5,4,3,2,1, “GUYS FIND THE KEY NOW” BOOM this was the end of our time at KC Escape as the “bomb” goes off and we do not win but we get a positive score in the game we call KC Escape it was very fun until we got really close at the end. There were other things leading up to this, like picking up everyone to go to Alex Brewers birthday party. My brother and I were about the 4th and 5th person in there of about 11-12 kids going to be there at the end. There was about 11 of us in the room and it was really intense at the beginning. It was really fun the whole time for me.

It was a vertigo inspiring crash as the car came rumbling towards the ground and the windows blew out with the

So when I was a kid, I would race up to the top of the stairs as fast as I could, like it was some sort of silly game. Well, I must have been five or six at the time. I'm not sure, but I know I was very little. Somewhere along the way, a voice at the top of the stairs started to whisper to me. It would make bets with me, such as... "I bet you a penny you can't make it to the top of the stairs." I don't really think there was a certain amount of time or anything. As I said, I was very little so I probably didn't have any counting abilities anyway. Ha. I recall just sitting at the top of the stairs, having conversations with this voice, about the betting, of course. :p

I was going for a run even though I was super out of shape. I saw Frank Porter running. At the orchard when he told me he wanted me to help him run I didn’t think that he actually wanted to. He saw me and stopped me. Then he asked if I wanted to run with him so I agreed. Then he asked about when I was at the orchard and asked me if I was alone; he asked where Sloane was. We were really close to his house and he wanted to race; I beat him. We went inside because he was going to give me a water but then we heard his parents fighting so I left. I was at work and this girl came running in and she looked very upset.; it turns out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend. The worst part was they all worked together at the

“It’s Good!” Those two words caused the dimples on my cheek to be more visible than ever, as I refused not to show my joyful emotions. It was a cold winter day, but it didn’t stop parents and fans from coming to watch Our Lady of the Lake take on Our Lady of Sorrows at home. I personally had a strong disliking for OLL (Our Lady of the Lake) for years I had to deal with never being able to beat them. Scores that made us embarrassed as a team, unfortunately was was always the case when we played The Lake. However, when I looked at my schedule that year, and realized that this would be my last chance to face up against them, I knew I had to come with a different attitude. If I was granted the opportunity to put the game away, I had no other choice.

I was eagerly awaiting my driver’s test when it finally arrived on December 5. I was enthusiastic yet I felt my sweaty palms clenching the steering wheel as I drove toward pass or fail. The examiner inspected the vehicle, took the passenger seat, and turned her expressionless gaze to me. She quizzed me on common vehicle functions including use of the headlights, turn signals, and mirrors. As expected, she then directed me to drive to the cones for the dreaded parallel parking. I lined my car up the best I could and put it in reverse. As I backed into the spot and began to straighten the car out, I feared I wasn’t close enough to the curb. My stomach tightened as I watch the examiner get out of the car and give a negative shake of her head.

My mom left to inspect the damage, while me and my brothers were sweating profusely in the summer heat, I cracked my door open to allow “colder” air to circulate. The sounds of speeding cars off the highway drowned out voices outside. I wanted to get out and get closer to the SUV, but I was afraid of being told to go back by CHP officers.