Narrative Essay In English

I was unaware of what her phone call consisted of, and even why she was all of sudden upset; but I did notice her body language and her nonverbal. However, when she stated that she was upset and was ready to go; I had to acknowledge that. Therefore I stated, “Ms. Cooper (not her real name), I understand that you are upset right now, would you like to talk more about what is bothering you?” She continued to shake her head and say no. “Okay, well if you can answer these few

I walk into the family room just to see my two dogs, as well as my mother whom’s sitting down. Except she’s typing on the computer.

“Mandy, your dad and I have something we need to talk to you about.” Being the bright-eyed eight year old I was, I would have never suspected what was going to escape my mom’s lips next.

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

I waited for her for 10 minutes so I started to get nerves because I thought she forgot about me so I started to blow her phone up. Then some random voice I did not recognize answered the phone and the stated, “Hello, Are you Gabrielle Burton?” I replied, “Yes. Who am I speaking to?”

"This is 911, what is your emergency?" A desperate eleven year old girl tried to answer the operator's question, but all I could manage were sobs.

“Yes it was horrible, but yes we are safe right now. But I also think it's over” she said

I almost never make promises, I’m always afraid I might break them. However, I’ve made one promise I will forever keep, always try my absolute best.

A pleasant voice responded saying she had left her phone in the restroom

“But, wait!” My mom exclaimed “I actually came to go get you, there is something that we have to tell you before it’s too late. I hope you’re not too sick for

“Hello, my name is Jessie Hamasaki. I guess you can call me back anytime at this number. Thank you I hope to be hearing from you soon.” She hung up the phone, with a strange look on her face. With that she put her phone down on the nightstand and laid down for a little while longer.

“WHATEVER MOM GO BACK TO BEING A DRUGGIE,” I scream and run up to my room and slam my door.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Six in the morning on a Monday and people are already ringing my phone. In the process of reaching for my glasses on my nightstand, I knock over a glass of water. I quickly jump out of bed to catch the glass, but I just wasn’t quick enough. Shards of glass all over my bedroom rug, I knew I needed to roll out of bed and clean this mess up. Then I remember the continuously ringing phone that seemed to be ringing for the last five minutes. As I finally grab my phone, I look at the name on the screen and it read Sophia. Why in the world would my sister be calling me at six in the morning? This better be important, otherwise she’s certainly going to think twice before calling this early again. I answer the phone and call her name with frustration, but for a moment Sophia stood in silence. She finally responds and all she could say was that mother is in the emergency room at Riverside Hospital.

The phone rings. My mom steps up from her worn office chair and grabs her cell phone.

“Oh, Bryan. You’re so scared of everything, you don’t know how ta live! It’s gonna be fine.” Emily replied.