Loud-Personal Narrative

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

My leadership activities have brought big responsibilities into my life, but also great joy. As the Art Director for North’s Drama program every play brings new opportunities for creativity and new challenges. It is my job to create the poster, design the set, manage supplies, direct the students helping me,

“To the airport!” then the cheers got even louder, I swear I went deaf for a couple seconds. Halfway to the airport and our car was like a party, blasting music that overflowed my ears and felt like a volcano explosion, man I was having the time of my life; But it felt like that feeling fell apart when my dad pulled to the side for the third time and I was really, really confused. I knew everyone probably figured out what was going on except me. Then my dad said everything was okay and soon we were back on the highway. My cousin shouted something over the music to my dad and I think he heard it because next thing you know we’re pulling over again. My dad told everyone to get their things and get out of the car as quick as they can. I was scared

I ran upstairs crying filled with terror. I come to the top of my steps and turn to see my dad holding my 7 year old sister Alli crying in his arms. It looked like my dad had just seen a ghost, because he was so scared. Considering we were all extremely scared we all slept in our parent’s room. Next thing you know my dad got a text from our neighbors Stacey and Tyler saying our tree was on

You know how sleeping schedules are for teenagers in the summer, staying up until the crack of dawn and waking up sometime in the afternoon. It was three in the morning on a Saturday in July, everyone in my house was asleep, while I scurried around in my room packing

Crash! It was the afternoon on the first day of summer vacation, when my family and I were driving. There were loud cars, there was no silence, all I could see were giant boats on trailers, and Mom had to turn on the A.C. Directly behind us I heard a loud sound and right as we were about to park I knew there there was something wrong because my uncle froze looking at something. Then my mom asked worried, “What are you looking at?”

Have you ever had that feeling of deja vu? You hear an old song and connect to it. You walk down a certain street and it seems familiar. You meet someone and instantly it’s like you’ve known them your entire life. That’s what it was like when I met my best friend Tori. I met Tori at the local park when I was thirteen. She was wearing red doc martens and so was I. So I sauntered over to her with a smirk on my face and told her that I liked her shoes. I told her she had good taste. Tori laughed at that and insisted this was a sign we had to be friends. Instantly we clicked and soon she was coming over to my house every other day. It was like we were meant to meet. We were the kind of best friends that finished each other’s sentences. Tori was

It was a cold rainy night much like any other until we pulled up at a stoplight and all the sudden the unthinkable happened. All the sudden my car was propelled forward with so much force I had no idea what just happened. I was so shaken it took me a minute to realize what happened, my mom was yelling at me thinking I had hit something but it was the other way around. I had just been rear-ended.

A few hours before that we were driving in a car near the mall. I was going to my grandpas it was around five and I don’t know why this happened I haven’t figured it out.

It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.

All I smelt was beer, my whole body hurt and all I could see out my of windshield was a silver lifted trunk on my hood. I look to my right an see is Erik's head bleeding. I was having the time of my life with my friends at

The Run There I was, my friend Mason and I roughly 50 yards from his house. It was a chilly eerie night, although we still decided to walk to get our favorite ice cream from Mo Cones. The ice cream had me shivering at every bite, although it tasted so tremendous,

We were at a dead stand still for about thirty minutes, after we had moved we came to a stop next to a police officer on the side of the road. My dad rolled down the window and asked the officer what had happened and he said that there was a bad accident involving two semis and some other cars. After the wreckage had been moved out of the way we began to start moving again. The accident finally came into view and you could see a giant hole in the side of one of the semis of where the other had hit it. To move completely through the accident it took about an hour so we still had another hour to go before we reached my aunts. Finally after twelve hours of driving we had finally reached our destination and right as we pulled into the driveway we were happily greeted by our

My mom slowed down and we pulled into this house, the first thing I thought is this is the wrong house, or why did we come here? I got out of the car and walked close by my mom and brother.

Next thing I know my father opens the creaking door slowly, he walked towards my mom. She looks at him if he was dying or heartbroken. They got closer to each other and as all parents they started smooching. As a child my parents always taught me to close my eyes when that happened, so I did.