My Hero's Journey-Personal Narrative

Enclosed between five walls and a packet of chips between us, my senior class are sat sitting on their luggage, mouths quite literally falling to their chins and a stare that could make the Queen shudder in fright. I seemed to only be the vocal student out of the pack. "You have got to be kidding me," I toss my hands over my head for emphasis and point to the dungeon that we had been trapped in. The white washed walls that gave no sign of life suddenly make me what to scream. "This trip was supposed to be fun, explore our creative minds or whatever." A flash of anger flutters over my eyes. Mrs Scott, the leader of this trip shakes her head. She's an older woman, mid fifties who constantly wears a pencil skirt that is made from a sort of hard …show more content…

I don't have the stomach for this, I think and then laugh at myself, the irony. I had gotten stuck with Evan as a last minute partner kind of deal. Sophie had glued herself to Jack Weston - incredibly hot but incredibly jerky too. I had warned her, but the girl can make her own decisions. My boyfriend Ben had arrived late, and therefore got reassigned to another student. So I was left with Evan Winters - neighbour for all of my life and a guy of little words. I used to think he had the inability to speak. He was so quiet. But when I had been playing the Breakfast Club songs on repeat, had opened his window and screamed at me. I was more shocked that he made a noise then what he said to me, - which by the way was an unintelligent string of curse words. So I had Evan, or my other choice had been a teacher. I figured at least Evan wouldn't try to talk to me. "So where's Jess?" I flip open the tray compartment on the back of the chair and pull out a book. Evan doesn't blink once my way as I refer to his girlfriend. "Let me guess?" I entertain, holding my hands out in front of me, "no comment here folks." I chuckle to …show more content…

"Don't sit here and pretend to know who I am and what I do," he's defensive. I realise this is the most amount of words he has spoken to me in a long time. "I don't pretend, I'm not a child Winters. I can tell that you two practically kiss the shit out of each others ass'." I retort back. I don't need this crap. I was trying to make conversation. "Oh like you and bonny little Benjamin over there?" He fires back. "I'm over a hundred percent sure he's gay." "Are you seriously lowering yourself to think that someone's sexuality is an insult?" I quip. "I will have you know that everyone in this world is equal and despite your pea sized brain, that includes you too-" "Look, Kayla," he interrupts, "I don't want to hear a lecture on all your feminism bullshit. I'm tired and uncomfortable and I'm sitting on a ten hour flight with one of the loudest and most talkative girls I have ever met. So shut it will you because I'm about to pass out from all the shit you're babbling into my ear." "Fifty eight," "What?" He says irritated. I grin, the sarcasm thick in my throat. "You just spoke fifty eight words to me in that rant. I think that's a