Personal Narrative

I crawl towards the light and began to stretch my right arm towards it, I could feel it is the door; they left it open. I slowly pull the door open, revealing an environment just like a jail. I scan around me and see that I am surrounded by guards. Although, I also see that the entrance of this encampment is located a few metres away from me. I know this is my only chance of survival. I sprint towards the door, I turn around and begin to see a group of guards behind me, I continue to run and reached half-way, I hear a woman scream "hey!" but did not turn around. I am now near the gate, although I keep hearing the same voice, a scream in fact. I turn around for a split second and saw a woman. Our eyes instantly lock together like two magnets. I know the look on those eyes, they're the same fearful yet innocent eyes that I saw from my mother when she was murdered by the Gaia family. "Zuco!" she says. I stood there for a moment, guns pointing at me like a hundred cameramen taking pictures of a celebrity. It can't be, I saw her death first hand, although there is this feeling that I cannot remove, the uncertainty of whether or not this is even possible. I am so close to the door, I know that I can turn around and possibly make it out, or go towards my mother but surely we both will die. It isn't worth it. I look at her and thought she would be fine if I left her. I took a sigh and ran straight towards the door, I also spot that my mother is running too, unsure of what direction. I continue to run but as I run further and further a white structure appears to be getting larger and larger in front of me. I am running towards a wall. Although, there seems to be another structure, only this time shaped like a human being. As I run closer to it, I realise that it is my mother. I came running as fast as I can towards her, and after twenty years I received my first hug, I

I woke startled, dazed and confused basically drowning in my own sweat. Where on earth am I. I got up and spun around and all I could see was four blank walls that seemed like they were closing in on me. The only thing that stood out was a lone door placed right in the middle of one of the walls. Without even thinking about it, I started to carefully creep forward towards the door, but as I did this I could hear movement on the other side and the door began to open. I was lightning quick to react and rushed up to the wall right beside the door and nervously watched as a large figure began to enter the dimly lit room. He looked around and noticed the empty space and shouted out in surprise, but I was quick and without a second thought grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out cold.

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better

I heard knocking at my door so I walk up and saw nothing so I went to sit down again. Then guess what I heard again knocking so I walk up and saw nothing so I walked of preparing to see the teen. I saw the teen but with every person on the boat. They said nothing so I shout the the door. Then I layed down I heard something and got up and I saw the people passing through my wall I quickly drew my sword out of a sack and slash through all of them but nothing happened. Then I thought I was dead for sure when the all raised their hand and swag. Nothing happened I was alive they just passed right throw. So I ran for the door and shout it behind me then sprinted down the hallway and for the life

The government had been taking people for as long as I could remember. The people they take never come back, though it's common knowledge where they go. The destination of those who disappear is always the same: a large underground city named Haven. It was said that Haven ran underneath the entire continent, and that no one ever left. I didn't know if any of the rumors were true, but I was about to find out. I was sitting in the back of a black van, wrists and ankles tied with zip ties. In that moment, I was sincerely sad that I was unable to pull off some awesome stunt where I would rip the zip ties and jump out of the moving van. As the van lumbered down the road, all I could think was that I was surely headed to the worst hell imaginable.

Then a great force pushed me back into a tube like thing. I was squeezed and compressed, it was way too close for comfort

I was running down the corridor. It was light only because of the fire illuminating the halls. I could feel my skin burning. The creature was still on my tail. Up ahead I saw the clones. They weren't that fast but they were still dangerous. If they catch me, I'd be dead in an instant. I was vaulting over everything. Running past everything. I'm pretty sure i ran past the safe haven but by the time I would have opened the door it would have caught me. A stray electrical line trips me. My head caromed off the hard metal floor. Fire surrounded me, around my left and right side. All of a sudden, a painfully bright light appears. I try to look but it's hard. There's a figure, looking like another human. I tried calling out but the fire engulfed

The clanking of the oxygen tanks being loaded onto the boat sounded in my ears as I stepped onto the pier with my dad and brother. As we walked toward our transportation for the day, I adjusted the mesh bag on my shoulder that held all my gear. I was a ball of nerves and apprehension. Today was the day I had been waiting for all summer, and I could barely contain my excitement. After settling onto the boat and greeting the other passengers, I felt the vibration of the engines as we sped off for the day’s extravaganza: scuba diving.

Since my first day of high school, I have developed into a more responsible and mature person as well as open minded and understanding. Going into high school, I was pretty mature for my age compared to my peers but I was also pretty ignorant about my surroundings and certain situations I would find myself being in. I would even cave in and do things that I wasn't particularly fond of or interested in. Looking back at my past few years, I have gained a lot of experience interacting with people, learned things about myself, and have an insight of what the “real world” is like. I learned how to be my own leader, to be even more independent, and to stand up for myself & not be shut down or ignored. I have overcome different forms of adversity

Then suddenly, I got up and tried to find a way out. But, after hours of searching and pounding, I decided to give up. I was exhausted and fell

I look around and we are in a large white hallway, I feel a sharp object on my spine and a push, so I start

I stumble to the side, my back against the wall with nowhere to go. We’re in a giant round room with high ceilings. I don’t even see a door. There’s nowhere for me to go.

The last thing I saw was a tunnel of bright white light. A tiny piece of me told me not to walk down it, but that piece was so minuscule and I was so curious that I walked toward the light. When I was about fifty feet from the light everything turned black.

What makes a person who they are? The way they dress? Their family? Friends? Attitude? To me, what really makes a person who they are, is their experiences. Their hardships, triumphs, what makes them happy, what devastates them. We all are human beings and are made so similar. With sharing so many things in common, we are all such different people. Everything we have all gone through, shapes us into who we are today; Why we are the way we are.

Staring down the corridor I see a white blur. Walls are scattered with flickering lights and monitors. As I let go of the walls and push off the ground, I am free, as if I will never touch the ground again; I am floating limp above the Earth.