Personal Narrative Essay : A Personal Experience In My Life

I looked at my leg as I saw rivers of blood coming down. I was screaming in agony as my brother and our neighbors came flying at me as they saw what happened.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

I have always enjoyed school mainly because the work was easy to me. I was an honor roll student with plenty of academic awards presented to me. Elementary school was a breeze and intermediate school brought no competition. However, high school was a different story. My worst subject, by far, was English. I love to read books but to my surprise Harry Potter did not help me analyze short stories. It seemed my brain could not process tone and mood as well as it could understand numbers. Writing essays was an even bigger problem for me. This level of education required more from me than ever before. I, who won the D.A.R.E. essay contest in 5th grade, could suddenly not put my thoughts on to paper. Within the first month of my junior year, I had

I was pitched backwards, my head slamming into the headrest and I felt my stomach drop, as if I had fallen off a skyscraper.

heard my mom let out a blood crying scream then the car crashed into a tree and all I could remember was that the doctor said that my nerves are shut done*end of flash back*After a few years have passed I'm now fifteen.

I grabbed a tree. I tried to smash it on the window.Then the stem whacked me because I hit it and hard but the window didn’t break so the stem hit me in the head .Then because of how hard I got hit I passed out.

The tires made an eerie screeching noise when we came to a halt. As I sat there in shock, I remember my brother screaming my name to see if I was okay and conscious. I answered in fear and pain knowing that I was seriously hurt. I originally thought that we were going to be in an astronomical amount of trouble by my parents, although they were just glad nothing was fatal. All I could think about was how this could end my softball years.

the bike and was about to head back to my house when my heart suddenly

Later, I was done packing all my stuff and for some reason thought that it was a good idea to take everything down at one time. Now, I was walking down the stairs, a part of my blanket was hanging down. Then I stepped on it. And slipped on it. I fell on the hardwood stairs in the middle of my back - my spine. I fell so hard that I got the wind knocked out of me, which made me feel like I just slammed into a brick wall.

A bright Sunday afternoon when the average teen who works, will stay at home and study. One particular teen, by the name of Phoenix Lowell, is finishing up his Calculus homework. He is occupied by the job of a part-time librarian. As people know: That libraries are closed on Sunday afternoons, leaving employees to do as they wish. Now in the brilliant city of San Francisco, CA, there are thousands of things to keep you occupied. Now all that and Phoenix chooses to study! Now that is no way to spend your free time for a 17-year old. Phoenix squinted his eyes trying to see if the symbol behind the number on his calculus homework was a factorial or an x. His dirty-blonde hair drooped down, blocking his focus. “Why does calculus

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

touching all the red, wet, eczema above my eyes. “Come on!” my brother screamed. It

Has anyone ever passed away out of nowhere in your family, and you had no idea what to do? When I was fourteen years old my cousin, Kelly Crawford, passed away. My family and I had a hard time with this. Kelly was only twenty-one when she passed. Aaron, my cousin’s boyfriend, was only twenty-two when he passed. They died a year and three days apart due to two different accidents. These situations taught me lessons that I would have never learned if these tragedies would have never happened.

It was the last day of summer and were was headed over my Aunt's house to spend the day with them, It was a nice and beautiful day. The sun was shining, and the leaves on the trees were moving. As we arrived we saw My cousin’s were outside Playing around. They were running around, and having a great time. “I thought maybe I should go out there and play with them. So I went outside as well with my older cousin, he told me he wanted to teach me how to ride a bike for the very first time. I thought “ this was gonna be pretty scary”.

Quickly jumping of the ambulance, walking towards the entrance where I came out of. As soon as I got up, I felt the pain hit me straight away; subsequently I fell to one knee. Then I waited for a moment then I gradually worked my way up onto both feet, I felt the pain hit me straight away again it was indescribable but I carried on and broke through the pain barrier. People tried to stop me but I pushed them away and carried on.