Personal Narrative: Happy To Be Alive Essay

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Personal Narrative: Happy To Be Alive

People often ask why I seem to be so happy; my usual reply is "because I'm alive".

It was six days after my eleventh birthday, so naturally I was happy, but by the end of this day there are feelings I had that I never knew existed.

I recall my primary six teacher asking my class to gather round her as she had something to tell us. She said that a man had gone into a primary school in Dunblane and started shooting at innocent children. The thought that someone could this came to me as a great shock but I did not even consider what might have happened to my cousin, Emma, who lives there. In all honesty I had forgotten about her.

It wasn't until I
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She looked in my eyes. Then came an awkward silence that felt like an eternity. She could not say anything. She gave me the one thing I needed the most, love.

As my cousin came from my dad's side of the family I knew I would have difficulty when I would have to see or speak to him. I saw him that night. It was as I expected. He was hurting, maybe more than I was. Seeing my dad looking so weak was an awful sight. All the life that I'm used to seeing in him had been slowly drained away. I wanted to stay with him as he looked frail and in need of some company, but he said he was going out to Dunblane that night. That is something I could not face.

The day after I decided to go back to school. I thought if I went to a place where all my friends were I would maybe be distracted from all the hurt that was deep inside of me. I walked down to school with some of my closest friends, but the first topic of conversation was the inevitable. I had to talk about it, I had to tell them that my cousin had been murdered. Again my body came under siege with emotion. I broke down into tears. The topic was then avoided as we walked to school but I knew it would only get worse as I had more people to tell. At school I didn't show emotion. I forced myself to be strong. I felt that if I showed my true feelings I would be looked at as weak. This was a long day. I wanted to get home and sit with my mum
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