Personal Narrative

​The world spun as I got up off the ground, it felt like someone had hit me in the back of the head with a sledge hammer. I knew the play had moved down the field but I could not find it. The seconds seemed to take years to pass me by. I think I spun in a circle three or four times to find the huddle forming around the goal line for the field goal attempt. I half jogged, half stumbled my to the huddle barely keeping myself on my feet. I put my hand in the dirt, and watched the ball sail through the uprights. I miraculously made it back to the sideline, where the trainer could see that I was struggling just to stand. She made me sit on the bench and put me

It was the fourth quater and my team was only down by a touchdown. Doug finally cleared me so I could get back in the game. My emotions ran high, i went to coach sphire telling him the news about my ankle. The very next play he sent me in. We were at the the 10 yard line on their side of the field, Hayden called the play. We broke the huddle and we all assumed our spots on the white line that had been torn up from the spikes beneath our cleats. Running to my spot i could feel my ankle not comprehending with me, but i wasn't going to give up. Hayden screamed, “HIKE, HIKE!” I sprinted off the line faster than i have ever done in my life. I ran a quick 7 ½ yard slant and saw a wide open gap. Hayden threw a laser pass to me and i completed the catch. At this moment i knew i had to turn up field by the sideline and score. Therefore thats what i did. Out of the corner of my eye i saw the same 4 star defensive back coming for me. I saw him dive trying to knock me out of bounds. As soon as i caught that glimpse i dove for the pylone. I stretched my arm for the goaline, praying i score but then i felt the brutal pain of the hit. It felt as if someone was banging on my ankle with a sledge hammer. The pain was so strong all i could do was lay there. I slowly looked to my right at the referee and i could see him throw both arms in the air signaling a touchdown. My whole team hovered over me, smiling and congratulating me. They knew i was in pain but they didnt wait for my trainer to walk me off the field, they all helped me as a

When I found out I was moving I was terrified. It was the year of 2009 and I was only eight years old. It was me, my mom, and my three older brothers. We were moving from a tiny town in Bastrop called Beekman all the way to Sterlington. Who knew this would have been the most terrifying and exciting moment of my life as an eight year old girl.

My family is full of musicians. My parents and my grandfather all play in the same wind band, in which my great grandfather used to play as well, so it was assumed that I continue the tradition. For a long time I thought that wind music is old-fashioned and certainly not ”cool” enough. I dreamt of becoming a famous singer making cheerful pop music. I’ve changed a lot since then.

I remember the first day of my 10th grade year in high school. Walking down the small hallways that were scented with coffee, cologne, and perfume all assorted together. Right by my side was my friend named Mia Williams. Mia was Native American with long black hair that was in a French Braid, and she was around 5’7, 150 lbs. Every step we took, insisted of us bumping shoulders with other people that were walking in a different direction.

Everything that has a beginning has an ending, never have I thought to myself that my ending would be losing the family I grew up with for over 20 years. The car accident which took all their lives will forever be encrypted in my memory until the day I take my last breath on this world. I warned my father it would be dangerous to take the entire family upstate in a van but he just yelled at me. That's something I never appreciated about my father, having a different opinion than him would just lead to him yelling at me and starting a massive argument. I called him a bastard and left him with the rest of the family. That was the last thing I said to my father, now I lie here, organizing the entirety of their funeral at my expense and leaving

In the middle of August, during my transition from sophomore year to junior year, I started working with my grandfather with his investment business. My grandfather lacked most computer literacy, so I was mainly there to print out reports for his three person company. Working for my grandfather would later set me up with the opportunity to take my first step towards adulthood.

It was my senior football season at Limon high School. The highlight of my year was putting on my uniform and pads and getting to work. This year was our year. We could all just feel it. I was very excited to finally start football season again. Everything was going great until that split second when everything took a turn for the worse.

As I sat in the brightly lit kitchen doing my homework, I suddenly realized that someone was intently watching me through the nearby and opened front door. It was pitch black outside, the only small sources of light beaconed from the stars. The shadowed figure drummed his fingers on the middle of the glass, leaving fading fingerprints.

“…Turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.

It was a bitter autumn day in upper town New York and on top of Times Tower, perched a girl her long auburn hair was dancing like the shadows of trees in the dusk of a windy day. She sat inhaling the thick, grey smoke from her cigarette, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her thick black eyeliner was smudged, but even that could not disguise the wisdom she hid behind her eyes. Deep in the pockets of her long, black trench coat her phone started to ring. She snatched out the phone, glanced at the screen and groaned. She knew it would be the same call she had received every school day at 6:30, for the past 10 months.

High school is a daunting stage for all, leaving primary school where you were the eldest and had no fears. Then there’s that change, the adjustment of being the youngest and pushed around by seniors, lots of homework messing with your head and heaps of emotions you didn’t even know you had all of a sudden come to life. There are choices that can make school easier for you.

I was laughing so hard my mom took her hand and hit me on the back.But I didn’t care all I cared was that my brother fell on the concrete.He was crying, but I just kept on laughing, I don’t know why but I did.My brother got mad at me and started screaming at me, but I kept on laughing over and over.I finally got over it when he told me he’ll kick the basketball to the neighbors.He was bleeding not a lot, but he was bleeding.After that me my mom and he just kept on playing basketball.I was too young to know not to laugh all I thought was funny I laughed even when It has been unnecessary.Me writing, he has made me remember lots of things from the past, so I thought of two that were really meaningful to me one where I almost got in a lot of trouble and another when I was extremely scared.

My trip had been great so far. We would play football every day at this local school. The school would on purpose let the gate be open so children could come in and play. This one day we were a lot more people than usual. It was me, my cousin, his cousin and five other people. We were usually only four to five people. The match was going superb. We were ahead on goals and had the better team overall. My older cousin who is about 18 at the time decided not to come and play with us this time.

It was a typical game, playing against a two year older team and D1 team. They had been pushing us to the ground, nailing us and beating us by two goals. I had the ball dribbling up the field, I remember thinking here I go, keep pushing, keep pushing. I get stopped by a defender on there team, she goes for the ball and I do too. Bam. I can still vividly remember the popping noise. I fall to the ground screaming crying. I couldn’t even straighten my leg. I knew something had to be wrong.