Personal Narrative: A Short Story

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

It all started on a beautiful day, It was nice and warm, the breeze was just perfect, the sun was gleaming, and the birds were chirping. My sister and I were bored so we wanted to go to the school. We walked outside and my sister wanted her friend to come too, so we went to go pick her up. We walk up to her front door, then knocked.

Imagine being stuck in a car upside down on a beautiful day. This was an extremely scary situation, considering I was three and my mom was pregnant. It was just an ordinary day heading over to my Nana and Pop pop's house in Medford NJ when all the sudden “BOOM” some random man hit us from behind sending us into a pile up of three other cars before landing in a ditch upside down.

“What a day!”, Jennifer thought to herself with a half smile as she studied the reflection looking back at her in the bathroom mirror. Standing there in her tiny apartment, she wondered how she managed to get so fortunate. Every day seemed a gift but did not take them lightly or for granted. Everywhere she went these days, people nodded appreciative greetings or went all out with full compliments. Sure she always tried to look her best, but even as she studied her own countenance, she did not deceive herself that she was in any way perfect. To her mind, metaphorically, being in her late forties definitely did not make her the prized eight ball in the rack of balls on the pool table. The odds were considerably high that she’d be one of if not the first ball to be struck by the cue ball and fall into one of the pockets out of play in every competitive game. Even if she survived a shot, she wouldn’t be on the table very long. And when it came down to it, her five-foot-six-inch one-hundred-thirteen-pound slender body and age appropriate yet sexy hair and face just recently happened, a weird phenomenon that mysteriously occurred perhaps from sheer force of willpower alone. She brushed her teeth and got set to shower while mulling over the events of that late afternoon. Three hours earlier, a stylish and handsome gray-haired distinguished looking man directed flirtatious charm at her, engaging her in conversation in line at a cookie kiosk in the mall. It felt good—and right. The

Today was the day I said to myself as I got out of the bed to turn my alarm off. It was time for me to start getting ready for my very first day of middle school at Holy Trinity Catholic Middle School. I quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower and to brush my teeth. After I got out of the bathroom, I went to my closet and put on my school uniform. The school uniform was a dark blue- collard shirt and some khaki shorts. After putting on my uniform, I ran downstairs to the delicious smell of pancakes and eggs cooking for breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a plate with a stack of pancakes covered in maple syrup and some scrambled eggs. As I sat down to eat I realized I had forgotten to grab my backpack out of the closet. When I went to grab my backpack out the closet I noticed that it was kinda heavy. When I looked inside, it was filled with binders,papers,and other school utensils that mom put inside it. After I grabbed my backpack I ran downstairs so I could finish eating breakfast before I caught the bus for school. When I finished my breakfast, my mom said it was time for me to catch the bus for school. So I threw my plate away and ran outside to the garage to hop into my mom’s car. Before we pulled out my mom said ‘‘Mitchell do you have all your stuff for your first day of school?’’ I said ‘‘Yes mom I have all my stuff for school.’’ My mom then backed out of the driveway and proceed to then take me to the bus top, which at the Siskey YMCA, which was

“Suddenly there was a crash”, Tia’s grandma exclaimed. There the broken floor was broken, and she was never heard from again”

I screamed so loud that my neighbors heard me as they were taking a walk. “Mom, Dad! Help me!” My dad rushed in from his room and looked at me with his mouth wide open. My mom sprinted up the stairs and put her hands to her mouth in shock.

Driving home thinking about her loss, looking up, Marlene saw the light changing and applied her breaks as the truck behind her failed to stop. Hitting her Mercedes, it smashed the trunk and knocked the car several feet. Getting out of the truck, the driver checked Marlene for injuries, and she yelled, “You’re nothing but an idiot and they shouldn’t allow you to drive.”

Saturday, November 15, 2014. By all accounts, it was a day like any other. The sun rose and set between the barren branches of the trees as my family and I took shelter from the cold. That night, my father, mother, and brother were watching curling downstairs as I nestled in the dark of my room, listening to music through my headphones. At one point, there was a loud crash from the next room over – my parents’ bedroom – and my cats went wild, hissing as they sprinted out like a shot. I went to go investigate, but didn’t notice anything amiss. I figured my cats had just knocked something over and had gotten freaked out, so I walked back to my room. As I plopped back onto my bed, I happened to glance out the window. That’s when I saw the ladder in my backyard, leading up to my parents’ bedroom.

Screaming, crashing, it all happened so fast. I lay on the ground paralyzed from fear. Even though the screaming stopped a few minutes ago I still hear the screams in the back of my mind.

“I met your mother on a muggy February afternoon on a short trip to the grocery store”. Sam said to his daughter, who was sitting across from him, sipping on a warm coffee.

My vision slowed I felt dizzy and hot. “Let's go get some breakfast.” my friend Lily said.

I could see the dark mountains in the distance, as the bus raced down the road. “This will be fun April. Just because your brother fell once doesn’t mean you will.” Dad, who was sitting there quietly beside me, said to me. Mom was looking out the window, not paying much attention. We were on vacation in Colorado, and my parents talked into going white water rafting, the last thing I wanted to do.

“Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet,” I rambled. It had been hours of me trying to fall asleep and trying to draw on the bumpy roads. “ Shut up,” yelled my sister. “UGHHH,” I replied. I remember to use love road trips but now I hate them, they're so boring. “Joyia, be quiet,” said my grandma. My grandma always seemed to side with my sister no matter what the situation was. I didn't care too much because my grandpa always sided with me. He was my favorite anyway. “Whatever,” I replied. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my social media. It was my therapy, practically my life.

“Giuliana and Gabriella? Come upstairs please, we have to talk to you!” my parents shouted from their room. My best friend Crystal and I were preparing my house for my sister Ava’s fourth birthday. When my mom called my sister and I upstairs, we immediately went up to see what was wrong. As we walked into our parent’s room, my mom suddenly had a stern look on her face. As I sat down in front of them, I immediately knew what was happening. After a few minutes of hesitation, my mom finally said, “Girls. Your dad and I have to tell you something. Your dad received a promotion in Texas, so, we’re moving there!” I felt a single teardrop fall onto my hand.