Personal Narrative: A Mother's Death In A Car

I spent most of the morning stuck in my thoughts, why was I not grieving my parent's death? Why had I never noticed I was supernatural? Dominating most of my thoughts, did I have feelings for Jordan, my brother's best friend?

Have you ever been hit by a car ? i know i have the first time i ever got hit by a car was about when i was 7 years old . I had been at my grandmas house for a visit we were there for a weekend i was bored so i called my friends and told them to see me at our secret hide out so we could ride our bikes and have fun. then we started to get bored again so we went back inside and watch scary movies. then it was getting late we left and i went on the street and rode my bike and i was turning a corner when BOOOOOOOOOM! i got hit by a truck .the truck hit my bike on the edge of my tire and i flip over and hit the floor. the thing was that my parents did not know i had taken my bike so they thought i was in side.

One quiet morning I was sitting on my couch playing games when my I heard my dad jingling his key. So I decided to get up and see what or where he was going.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

The blinding light coming from the outside poured into me. I grabbed the air reaching for water just like looking for an oasis in a desert. My eyes, yawned by the sun poking into my eyes and I realized that I was back in my house; my old jacketed

The car stopped moving as my head made contact with the steering wheel and smoke began to come out of the hood of the car.

It had been dark and overcast the entire day, but as night approached the true intensity of the storm erupted into a light show of lightning and a symphony of thunder. The rain didn’t just fall, rather it blew in sideways in ribbons of cold and icy stinging pellets that tried to cut at Mike and Katie’s exposed cheeks. Mike tilted his head into the wind and clutched his coat collar closed with his left hand while pulling Katie close with his right and heading them both toward the bright sterile lights of the emergency room entrance.

After eating breakfast and getting myself ready, I left my house at 10:30 a.m. to ensure enough travel time to get to New Auburn, WI, to be able to pick Chloe up from school at 3:30 p.m. As I left for New Auburn in my 1998 Buick Park Avenue, nicknamed Ol’ Faithful, I heard a strange noise in the front end of my car. The strange noise I heard was a very loud screeching sound. The screeching sound went away very quickly and Ol’ Faithful seemed to have been driving normally. I stopped in Columbus, WI to fill up the gas tank at the local Kwik Trip. Ol’ Faithful was still driving great, which was important as I was about to be in the middle of nowhere for quite a while.

“Wake up,” Josie Said to me as she pulled the comforter off of my bed.

She opens her eyes for a second. The trees flew out of the dark night, passing the car in a fraction of a second. She panic's, thrashing her hands toward the ceiling of the car bracing for an unknown impact. The only thing she can hear is a ringing a, a high-pitched whistle. She looks over at her passenger, she looks calm, as if she didn’t even know any of this was happening. She turns her head to look at Gabby trying to tell her something, but she couldn't make out the words.

It was a sunny spring day and my mom called both my brother and I down for a family meeting because her and my dad had something important to tell us. When we got downstairs they told us to sit down at the kitchen table. My brother and I both looked at each other because we were scared about what they were going to say.

I guess I will die soon like Kelly and other 18 year olds all because of the cure for our parent’s immortality. I guess everything comes with a price doesn’t it?

Our Chevy had creamed into a massive Jeep Wrangler. The two cars sandwiched together into a metal haphazard chaos. White noises deafened me, only a small tenacious ringing continued tittering in my eardrums. An airbag had blasted in my face, knocking my head back with a leaden thump and braking my nose with a nauseating crack. Crimson blood ran in gushing rivulets from my nose and dripped on the fabric of the airbag, staining it. Shards of glass swathed the entire area, they gleamed sinisterly. Thunder cackled and the long bony fingers of lightning danced overhead.

When I was 14 my mother was killed by a rival gang. My father har left years ago. There was no one to hug me and guide through the rest of my life. Everyone was gone and there was no particular place for me to turn. I was filled with hate, jealousy, loss, regret and fear. I needed to avenge my mother's death. That would be the last thing that would make my mother proud. She would rest in peace. I needed to do this. I needed to rid myself of doubt and guilt. This would not be my first revenge mission. My past was filled with feelings like these before; the only difference is that I used to have my mom to help. She would tell me that I was doing the right thing and my worries would disappear. He took away my mother, I was taking his son. Now,

CRASH, was all I heard. I didn’t even turn around, and I knew that I ruined something. I turned the key, and slumped down in the seat. You know when you have a feeling that you’re 3 inches tall? That’s what I felt. All I