Personal Narrative: Breaking The Road

My mom didn’t yell again, she just gave me a fierce look and stiffly began walking out the school to her car. I followed behind and sat in the car. I was still angry as I took a sip from my water bottle. Without saying one word to each other, my mom started the car and we made our way to Ashley’s school.

Nestled on the cobblestone floor, limbs ached and finger-tips tingled, I moved not. The warmth from a near vent felt pleasant. It eased the aching bones.

It was a normal friday morning here in Dallas, I walk out to my condo balcony to breathe in the the fresh hot air, with a hint of cut lawn clippings. It is a perfect day for a parade through downtown Dallas with Mr. Kennedy. I walked over a few rooms to do my routinely check on Mr. President, and as usual his confident self just shooed me away and told me to do my own thing. I begin to start my breakfast that I usually cook for him and his family when we are on campaign. The overwhelming smell of bacon and eggs drug Kennedy out of his room over into the kitchen to eat some breakfast. Still in his PJ’s and all he does the same as me and walks out the balcony and shouts out that it is going to be a great day. After I eat my delicious

Write a narrative about 3 people who are on a road trip only to stop off at a gas station and pick up a fourth whom they don't know

My road starts in Iraq, where I started playing soccer. Soccer has and still is, a big part of my life. I started it after my uncle died. He loved soccer and was the best uncle ever. My father did soccer and so is my brother at FFC. 2 years in soccer at a game is where I first broke a bone, my right leg. I threw up and then fainted. I spend about a week in the hospital. My road keeps moving to Jordan, more specifically in Amman. I have stopped playing soccer after I broke my leg. So I got into karate. I began karate about the 2nd month living in Jordan. I picked it up very quickly.I earned my black belt. One tragic day at a competition, the same leg broke again.

By the time we got there it was already 1:00 a.m., and we left from home a day ago. My Tia Rosa opened the door crying. “I'm so sorry!” She sobbed my my Great Grandma Isabel, my uncle’s mother, in Spanish and hugged her. I rushed to my cousin Eli’s room and leaped on her,

It was the summer of 2014 when I toed the line at my first trail half marathon. I wanted to run this race so that I could try something new, something different from the 5 kilometer race that I ran twice a week during the cross country season. After the season I realized that, although I loved cross country and the team atmosphere, I also loved racing through trails and running longer distances. That’s why every weekend during my training, my dad and I would be outside along the Appalachian Trail.

It happened in an instant. There was a light, misty rain. The road was wet, slick and covered with gravel. I had driven home this way one thousand times, but today would be different. As I steered the car through the slow, wide right curve my tires hit some wet gravel. Maybe the low setting sun got in my eyes, maybe the radio was too loud, or maybe I was tired from a long day at school, but I took the turn too wide and the car started to slide off the road to the right. Panicked, I pulled the wheel and over-corrected the slide to the left. I swerved across the oncoming cars, jumped the car over the drainage ditch and landed into someone’s front yard. The car destroyed the lamp post, clipped the old oak tree, and spun around 360 degrees.

To accomplish great things,we must not only act,but also dream; not only plan,but also believe.-Anatole France Most individuals plan ,but don't get a chance to accomplish and complete the steps for their life. There's obstacles and barriers that trap the person from moving forward and breathing. We have witnessed people who have climbed the Barriers and jumped over the obstacles, but the ones who didn't doesn't mean they didn't want to , but from the lack of encouragement, and the aspects of their life style they didn't have enough strength to. It just takes a little more time for others to complete. I'm a example of both individuals. I have Barriers , but I won't stop until I make my dream a reality and being able to touch it.

I was on old trusty 15 the bus that I’d ridden since 3rd grade, and we were just outside of manchester nearing a little girl’s house. I was sitting on the right side of the bus staring out the window bored from nothing to do. Then I saw a green John Deere combine sitting in an empty field just past an intersection that we were about to cross, but then I looked to the right road and I saw it. An SUV barreling directly at us and I knew that we were about to be in a crash. Then BAM! the SUV slammed right into us and the impact smashed my head into the window. I woke up to the terrifying moans of the little kids wanting their parents. I was wedged between two seats and whenever I moved my head I felt a sudden pain in my neck. I got up slow and

I hear yelling… again. I go see what’s going on, even though in the back of my head, I already know what I’m walking into. I see angry shadows on the wall, coming from the small bathroom that sits on the left side of the narrow hallway. I walk in and see who those angry shadows belong to, my mom and clearly intoxicated dad. “I can’t do this anymore Bobby. I want a divorce.” At the time, I had no idea what a “divorce” was, but seeing that my mother was evidently upset; I hugged her right leg tightly to try and comfort her. This sets my dad into a fit of rage, causing him to knock the contents of the sink onto the bathroom floor. “If you think you’re going to take my kids away from me, you’re wrong.” I feel

There were tears in my eyes. I felt compelled to go and join Tyler in comforting Mom, but I stayed back feeling like if I were to go and join the feeling of comfort would break and the moment would be over. I didn’t want to ruin it. Suddenly Mom’s eyes opened from where her head rested on Tyler’s shoulder and she beckoned me with her hand. Slowly, I walked over and wrapped my arms around Mom and around my twin brother. In that moment I knew that we would stick together and tell each other the truth no matter how dire the situation was.

When his foot steps finally faded away, I found the strength to get up and run. I was going to make it to the back door in my parents room, and without stopping, bust through it. I felt like freedom was just outside. I didn’t wait long enough. I couldn’t stay on my feet. There was too much blood. I slipped all over my moms ceramic tile. Again as soon as I reached the back door, I heard him. I screamed so loud. I called out for my step dad, hoping if I pretended he was outside, he would leave me alone. It was then I felt his hands around my neck. I gasped for air, but I had none. The last thought I

" Quick! We need to get mommy!" I said as I sprinted to the neighbor's house. Something was not right. Her vision was slowly fading away like the giggles and fun we were having earlier. We, as kids, would never thought having so much fun would have inevitable consequences. The atmosphere changed dramatically with every stride I took. I need to do this. I need to get there quickly. Out of breath, I stood there gasping for oxygen trying to spit out the right words to tell my parents what was happening to my younger sister. The one I should've been looking out for, my little follower, Becky Rivera.

With my toes pointed out to the street, I stood at the edge of the long driveway. A cool wind split through my dark poncho. I wanted to shiver, but I steeled myself and ignored the cold.