Personal Narrative : A Personal Experience : My Experience In My Life

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.

ve been walking for what seemed like days, but has only been hours my group was slaughtered my best friend and brother both are gone. There was noises in the woods around me but i didn't care that was till I was surrounded.

You have been sick for days and looked like crap. You was sitting on my couch watching some random show when your phone buzzed. It was a text from (c/n) saying, hey how ya feeling and can I come over got you some things to make you feel better. Knowing that he was thinking about me made me bubble inside,you had the biggest crush on him for years and didn’t know how he felt but you texted back saying, Sure come over. You were still on the couch when you hear a knock on the door, and he was saying,”(y/n) it’s me”. You said, “Come in it’s open”,right as he came in he said “Hey how are you feeling?”. You replied groaning,”feeling like I was ran over with a truck.” He chuckled at your response and you laughed back. “Well, I have something for you and hopefully it

“Almost,” replied my mom. We were on a road in the countryside surrounded by yellow fields full of seemingly ripe crops and lush green pastures with grazing cows and horses. The drive had been 3 hours long, and I was pumped to get to our destination, which was a little cabin in a wildlife park. We would be staying for 3 days and nights, hopefully entertained by the options of biking, hiking, and canoeing in the wilderness. Sadly, there wouldn’t be any wifi, so no chances of youtube.

Since I can remember I have struggled with self-confidence. I have always cared too much about what other people think of me. It inhibited my life in a way. I wouldn’t go out and go to parties, or try out for sports teams. Being shy doesn’t help with this either. However, I made a decision in high school that to this day, I am still shocked I made. I decided to try and gain confidence, and so I did my high school Survivor. As a result from this experience, I learned how to put myself out there. I learned that I can do hard things as well as work well outside of my comfort zone. I gained confidence in myself and I conquered my fear of not doing things out of the fact that I may get embarrassed.

In the spring of 2017, my family had traveled to snow-capped peaks of Colorado. This trip was an annual ski trip that we had been looking forward to for the past few months. I was at the beginning of the trail with my snowboard and have been focusing on my technique. In a split second, I was tumbling down the trail, dislocating and breaking my elbow in the process.

When I was in the 8th grade an interesting event happened to me that changed me. One day I was outside for lunch in the middle of May. Me and some unnamed friends would always take like three or four apples outside everyday. We would eat them most of the time then we would throw them. Sometimes at people and at targets. Yes, we were very immature. My school had a shed outside to store track equipment. There was a couple kids standing there so I threw an apple at the shed and it hit above their heads and splattered on one of them.

It was a summer morning on June 15, 2014. My nana, papa, and I were packing and I was almost done. Just then my nana told me to load our bags into our car. We finally sat down in the car and went to pick up my aunt, cousin, and uncle, who were also going to join us. Once they had gotten in the car, we left. It was just then that I had realized we were off, 12 hours in a stuffed mini van to Colorado Springs. No turning back we were already on the road. To the grown ups, it was just another long journey, but to me, it was an adventure of a lifetime.

On a bright and beautiful sunny day, Jasmine and I set off for the adventure we had planned since we were practically in diapers. We had dreams of taking a road trip all the way from Buffalo, New York, to Los Angeles. Thinking we were just absolutely over our heads, both of our mothers gave us permission only because they thought we’d never be able to afford it; however, we vowed to have jobs in order to save up money just for the trip. She and I have been best friends for the longest time, and our unbreakable bond was one-of-a-kind. We both had dreams, which were quite similar to one another. Our imaginative mindsets made it a lot easier to get along with one another than your average friendship. The only setback our friendship had was that I (out of nowhere) tend to have panic attacks. Jasmine used my flaw as a way to test her comforting skills, but it didn’t stop the fact that I was still shaking and hyperventilating for no reason at all. I started taking medicine to prepare for our journey, and my conditions had gotten better. My mother was much more confident with the idea of us leaving while I was on a “no panic attack streak.” I’d prayed over and over again for consistency in my health conditions, and Jazzy and I hoped for the best trip possible on that note.

I woke up on the ground bleeding, i can taste the concrete and i can hear someone saying get up you little B*tch. I can hear a huge crowd saying Oooooo he got knocked out, when i come back to reality i hear over the monitor Hunter please report to the principal office. I start walking to the principal's office questioning what he is gonna say or what he is gonna do, i'm scared while i'm holding my jaw. I get to the the principal office, he tells me to sit and tell him what happened. I said that Shawn hit me because the way i was dressed and because i went up to him to introduce myself. The principal Mr.Garcia calles his son Shawn into the office. Him and his friends are waiting out of the office and Mr. Garcia calles him in and asked his son Shawn why he hit me and he said that i started, he said that i went up to him and pushed him and i hit him in the stomach and punched him in the face. Mr.Garcia asked me if it was true and i said no that it's not, Shawn said he has witnesses that saw me hit him. Mr.Garcia said oh yea call them in here and all of his friends came in and told Mr.Garcia that i started it and his son Shawn was sticking up for himself. Mr.Garcia gave me a 2 week detention and let his son off with a warning. I went to detentions and i met some students that are freshmen and were bullied by Shawn and there names are Alex ,John ,Jacob ,Joey ,Lexi, Isabelle, Arianna, Alyssa, i asked the girls did Shawn hit you and they said no it was Emma his girlfriend and i

There’s a saying that goes, “In this world, there’s always going to be people better than you, so stop comparing yourself to others and be the best you can be.” I have always thought of this as foolish. Why couldn’t I just try and be as good as them? My own stubbornness pushed away the logical view of this quote and instead, challenged it.

Anger. I was only eleven, but the sight of my one year old sister filled me with rage. Everyone had remarked on the successful prognosis ahead of her second surgery within a year. “It is going to be better”, “the previous surgeon was incompetent” and “this new doctor is an expert”. These were the words thrown around the house prior to the surgery. They were all wrong. My sister had been born with a cleft palate, and after a few months, was scheduled for surgery. The first surgery was a disaster; the surgeon made several mistakes, and compounded the original issue. In the months that followed, I watched my family break apart, and come back together as we raised money for a second surgery. Alas, the second surgery was only slightly more successful than the first. Faced with depleted financial resources, we knew that was it, and she would have to live with misshapen lips, an uneven nose, and a scar. The exhaustion of this whirlwind experience was soon followed by a deep-seated mistrust, and hatred for medical professionals. I could not understand how such callousness was possible and I wondered why doctors were held in high esteem. Every day, I cared for my sister, and every day, this rage consumed me.

Some people believe that you have to go to these great lengths to find courage or to figure out what they wanna do for their rest of their life, but that’s just not true. Take me for example. It took a three hour and seven-minute road trip with two of my closest friends to realize everything that I’ve been searching for. I know, I know, that is probably the corniest sentence you’ve ever read—but, it’s true. My path to self-realization starts Saturday at 10 a.m., a day after high school graduation; as in right now.

“Would you stop worrying mom,” Alice exclaimed, “everyone’s wearing them, they’re completely safe, not to mention the fact that they have been scientifically tested for every scenario that you could ever imagine”

I gasp as my eyes spring open. For a moment, I forget where I am, and scan the room for something familiar. The plant on the windowsill. Four months ago, I reached the city limits of Twisted City. In a few weeks, I would be moving in with Alice. I was taught it was good manners to bring a thank you gift when someone invited you to their home, but what could a homeless girl like myself bring along? I had become accustomed to begging, scavenging, and even bargaining, gathering money wasn't my problem, choosing an appropriate gift was. A few blocks from the compound I lived in, was a flower shop. One day as I passed by, a plant in the window caught my attention. The small plant hid beneath it's much larger siblings, away from the sunlight and attention of consumers. Nevertheless, this plants beauty exceeded above the other supposedly elegant plants. The green of the leaves matched Alice's eyes, and the single blue flower matched my own. Of course, I had to purchase this plant, to grant it freedom and sunlight it was lacking. I had just enough to purchase the plant but would have to find an alternative for a saucer. Maybe the shop keeper felt pity for me, for she gave me a terracotta pot to house my little plant in. Alice loved the plant, she placed it in the window with pride and even became upset when the little plant's life began to fail. I took over its care, though Alice still admires the plant.