Lost-Personal Narrative

I was bouncing up and down in my car seat my seat belt trying to keep a hold of me. I was so excited to finally get to go to six flags. As we pulled up to get into the parking lot, they wind rushed through my hair, I stuck my head out the window to get a better view of six flags. The rides going back in forth and the people eagerly waiting in line to get in. we pulled up to a parking. The car came to a stopped, everyone jolted forward and then back in their seats. I opened the door stepping out and letting the rest of the people come out. The door slammed behind me and echoed through the parking lot. We made our way getting closer and closer to the amusement park, my older cousins were walking behind me and the young ones who were running across the street playing, my uncle screamed at them to not play in the street.

I howled out loud and begged him to wake up as I felt I was at a loss. I didn't know this man, but I longed so hard for his survival. When the ambulance showed up the man displayed mild responsiveness, however I worried that he was not going to make it. As I looked at his beaten body being carted away, I felt my whole perception of the world

It was the day where my life would take a huge turn. The day where the test would choose the faction I would be a part of for the rest of my life. Everyone knew what to do and where they were going, because the test had given them a clear answer. Since I was Divergent, it was up to me to choose. They had their whole lives planned out in front of them, but I was on a different boat. I didn’t know which faction to choose, I didn’t know where I wanted to go. The choosing ceremony was held in the main capital, in the tallest building there was. Hundreds of people just like me were there with their friends and family standing right by them. All the other factions were there as well to welcome any newly chosen candidates. There was a serious amount of pressure on my shoulders. I didn’t want my parents to feel ashamed of me by choosing the wrong one. Few minutes later, after everyone had sat

My older sister Peyton did not want to go on the zipline because she had already done it before when she went to 6th grade camp. My Dad went up desk and paid for two tickets, one for me and one for my sister Lauryn. First we had to step through a harness and buckle it around our waste. Next, we had to put on a red helmet that had the company's logo and a strap to put around our neck. Once all of our safety gear was on we moved to the tall platform. I could hear my heart starting to pound out of my chest. I was beginning to have second thoughts. I could feel my hair blowing in the wind. It was time for me to go. The man pushed me off the platform. Suddenly my feet were dangling in mid air. I felt like I was flying in the sky. Beneath us were people playing mini golf. I was wondering what would happen if I fell down, but I realized that I was going to be safe and that it would be unrealistic. Once we reached the end of the zip line we had to walk all the way back to where we started. We went on the zipline again because my parents got the tickets where you got to go two times. After that, we thanked our parent because we knew that this was something that we were going to remember. My sister Peyton also regretted not going on the ride because she saw how much fun we really had. This is a time where my sister and I had the courage to do something that most people don’t get a chance to do at a

“OH MY GOSH!” my mom yells. I woke up after the crash and checked to see if everyone was okay. I was fine just a little scratches and cuts all over my body, but I don't think any broken bones. It made me have a flashback of a while ago when my dad (John) and my mom got into a car wreck back in 2003. It was a really bad wreck, but luckily the both of them were okay. I stopped day dreaming and checked on my mom, she was fine too, just scratches and cuts. I looked behind me to check and see if Tyler was okay. He wasn't awake still. People got out of there cars surrounding us and checking to see if everyone was okay. The semi flipped upside down across the road and the other car right besides us. I screamed with fear when I seen Tyler was not waking up. I yelled at mom to call 911. Ambulance started showing up everywhere and cops. A helicopter had to fly down, because so many people were dying. I went and got one of the people from the ambulance to come get Tyler out of the car. They hurried him to the hospital as me and mom rode in the back of the ambulance with him. They said he still had a pulse, but of they don't get him there soon he may not make

As we were sitting on the four-wheeler, Anna asked if I wanted to go ride on it down in the pasture. I said “Sure, it would seem fun”, so we rode down to the pasture. I was scared to DEATH thinking that I was gonna fall off or get in a crash. After I got used to it, we drove down a little further and stopped. We heard yelling of some sort and looked up towards her house and saw a vehicle driving down towards us.

The Departed was made in criminal genre and it is my favorite genre of movies and books, especially when everything looks so logical and harmoniously. There are a lot of death and unexpected turns, what makes you worry every minute of movie. The Departed has everything for success, criminal authority, cops, unexpected turns and naturalness of

Finally it is my time to go down the hill after waiting for what seemed like forever. The hill we were tubing down seemed extremely large. I was only 12 years old and really small. I get up to the edge of the hill where it starts to slope down. I stood there figuring out whether I back up and run and slide or sit and get pushed. The best option for the most amount of speed was to run and slide. As I start to run forward I kept telling myself not to trip over the tube because there was no stopping once I was on. On the way down the hill I could feel the cold brisk wind as I went flying down the hill. Once I reached the bottom of the hill I had the biggest smile on my face because this was the best thing in the world ever at that moment.

189 people died out of 200 people who stayed in the hotel. There were only ten survivors from my school and 90 people have died. The cause of the accident was poor construction, but there was no one who took over the responsibilities. The government promised to give all the students to a choice of choosing a university and they said they will support us until we get a proper job.

My body started to shiver as our flight landed on the grounds of Edmonton AB. We drove home from the airport, looking at thick blankets of snow covering the bright green grass from view. Just staring at the thick snow reminded me of when I and my friends used to run in the sand trying to chase each other. As we arrived at our new house I opened the door looking inside gave me a fright. The door lead to darkness and almost resembled a haunted house. I slowly walked up the squeaky stairs with my mom leading the way. As we arrived I twisted the doorknob and turned on the light, there it was a plain old room with white walls and scratches that accented the white paint.

Street lights turn off one by one, my eyes slowly shut as if I'm going to sleep, my hands have no control of the steering wheel I noticed that my car's speed was gradually increasing,my eyes screwed shut in fear.The car swerves and drifts off the road and hits a tree.My head hits the middle of the steering wheel, my air bags do not deploy my stomach straining against my belt as I struggled to move.My eyes are shut but I can still hear, sirens of ambulances but barely could understand what others are saying it's almost like they were speaking another language, I try to stand up but I have no energy to do so I try to move but my body won react.I feel trapped in my own flesh and blood.All my memories flash in from the past all my dreams and goals I could've achieved but instead, I hanged out in the clubs ,took unhealthy supplements and got drunk all day, they were taunting me,most likely haunting me.I start to tear up my thoughts kept saying “you’re a failure” “You’re a loser” it just kept repeating and repeating,it just didn't stop I was

It all began one morning when i woke up this morning wasn't like the other ones but i just couldn't figure out what was wrong, So i decided to look out my window i noticed the sky was ofly gray today and the streets were empty. i decided to just go to work anyways but then all of the sudden my car swerved off the street and into a ditch i became unconcince i remember waking up in the hospital with no one there. i walked around for a while looking for someone, i couldn't remember my name tho it was ofly strange. I found a sign on a wall wrote with blood that said… “Don't Go OUtSide” i didn't think much of it i thought some young kids did it trying to be funny so i made my way to the door… opening it slowly… i couldn't believe my eyes it was

I woke quickly after, to the snow hitting my face and freezing it. I was not where I last remembered, smiling with my dad, but on the ground, about five feet from the car that I was once in. As I attempt to move my body, all I see is the white small Toyota vehicle I was once in, flipped over on the side of the road, with flames bursting out of its sides. And the big Honda pilot in the middle of the road on its side. However, my dad was nowhere to be seen. Out of nowhere, I see flashing red and blue lights coming at me. The light burned my eyes, I had to just lay there and wait. I then looked down at my body, covered in burns, rashes, bruises, and aches. I couldn 't bare to look. As paramedics flooded the area, worry struck over me. I noticed that my dad and the other driver were nowhere in sight. What if something bad happened, what if he’s… he’s, dead. With this in mind, I felt nauseous, the thoughts in my head were banging from side to side. Loud noised were filling my brain. People crowded me.

Later that day, my sister and I went to the track at Memorial Park. My sister was teaching me how to bike. In the beginning, I was not happy and really wanted my dad to teach me instead of my sister. I was whining a lot whenever I passed my dad, but he always ignored me. Eventually, I gave up and allowed my sister to teach me how to bike. When I was finally able to ride the bike, my sister and I rode on the track together. We were talking to each other while paying attention to the road because

Throughout your life, you take a lot of things for granted. You assume everything is normal, that everything will always be the same, and most importantly, you don’t think you’ll ever have to survive by yourself. I know I didn’t. It’s been exactly 7 months, and 16 days since the expulsion happened.