Personal Experience : A Story Of Personal Narrative : My Story

She arrives at the school the next day. Amanda didn’t want to get out of the car, but she new it had to be done. “Have a nice day honey.” her mom waves goodbye as she drives away.

“Ugh!” I screamed, “We have plenty of time, slow down. Please!” My mom said, “Okay, okay, but don’t blame me when you’re late.” We both got in the car and she drove off. I think my mom could tell I wasn’t that excited.

I took another deep breath and went back around one last time. This time my mom got out of the car to look from the outside. I came around the corner and went through my memorized steps of parallel parking. After I finished my mom came to the window and exclaimed, “That was great! But can we go home now?”

I wave, and exit the car. I’m weak in the knees at the sight of him. Luckily, he rushes in and clutches my arm. “I’m so glad to see you,” he says, and assists me to the front door of

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

"Make sure you all have your seat belts on and go to the gas station as soon as possible also love you lots" my mom told us as I got into the car.

“Okay, mom. Love you,” I quietly responded, already out of the door and heading to my car.

The drive to tennessee was too long. I don’t enjoy sitting in our sedan squeezed between my two younger siblings for 8 whole hours. As we enter the downtown area, my mother asks me to give her directions to aunt Jane’s house off of our map.

“It was me!” I had replied, “Mom you're really going to let me drive with you?”

I walk to the trunk of the vehicle, my eyes meet my moms light green ones. She stops taking all of Ryan's hot pink suitcases out of the trunk and pulls me into a warm embrace.

“I have to go and get my stuff ready for tomorrow, Bye mom I love you.” She tried to hold in the tears.

While opening the car door, I looked at my mom. "Mom, I promise you, I will be okay. I know that I turned 16 three months ago, but I'm perfectly capable driving to Eastwood."

On 09/15/2016, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approxiametely 1412 hours I was in a meeting with Cpt. Herl in his office when I heard Officer Faison ask for another officer to his location on the radio. I got up and left Cpt. Herl's office and started running out to a patrol vehicle. I ran to vehicle 11 and got in the driver side. Officer Albert got in the front passenger side. I drove us to the physical plant where I saw Officer Faison talking to an elderly male outside of a vehicle. I exited the patrol vehicle and activated the dashcam. The male that Faison was speaking with was later identified as John Smarsh. He was very antimated and upset that he was involved in an accident. I noticed Sgt. Moyer and Officer Tener were backing up Officer Faison and it seemed to upset Smarsh more that so

We get to our house and I look at my dad, he nods. I put my hand on the door handle and turn. My mom looks at me I can see a huge smile grow on her face. Tears of joy run down her face.

As I walked outside my mom came gave me my shoes and pulled me by the arm all the way to where she parked. Something isn’t adding up right, I thought.