Personal Narrative: My Locker

Once they had the bullet out they said i had to be in a cast because it turned out the bullet hit a bone and broke it. So they put a cast on my arm i had to be in a full arm cast so i couldn't use my right arm until it was off. By the time the cast was on max had showed up and he seen me in a cast and he asked “what happened to your arm did the bullet hit the bone” i said yeah the doctors said i would be in this cast for 4 months. He asked how i would do my school work with only one arm but i didn't know the answer to that so i just said i don't know i'll half to figure that out some other time. The doctors said i could go home that day so me and max went to our dorm and he helped me do all the stuff i needed to do until i could find a way to do it on my own. he made me a sandwich because i was hunger i haven't eaten all day. We were actually going the eat waffle house when the shooting happened. And i remembered that i still had a test tomorrow so i wanted to study for that before it was too late so i did that. I stayed up till 9:00 then i went to bed cause it's been a long day. The next day i woke up and my arm was hurting so bad but i just pushed through it and got

When the next round came around we all tried to find a good spot to go and hide or find cover. We had about 30 seconds to start the fight I took the sneaky approach again but this time I got impatient. And ran when someone found me but I ran to fast and I tripped on a curb and twisted my ankle when I tripped I started crying but I didn't feel anything. Because of the adrenaline I had from the fight and running. That is why I didn’t feel anything, but I at the time I didn’t know what was wrong and why I couldn’t get up. When I fell my brother and my friends ran over to me and kind of gathered around me, so my brother asked me why am I crying and what happened to me. I said to him that I ran and tripped over a curb. He

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

Yet then I moved to the second door that led into where my teammates and coaches would normally be, but as i opened the door and a couple hurried steps into the locker room, there was complete darkness. I turned around to exit the darkness but the door latched behind me, and was locked. I was alone.

Erika and I were both in the back row. Our jobs were to bump any balls that came toward our area. I was doing good until the tallest girl on the team, Grace, spiked the ball. I tried to stop the ball from hitting the ground by diving and throwing my arms out in front of me. However, instead of hitting my arms, the ball nailed my face. I laid on the ground for a few seconds pondering about what had just happened. Soon after, I felt someone tap my back. It was Erika, and she was making sure I was alright. She helped me up on to my feet, and I saw a drop of blood on the gym floor. I touched my nose to see if I was bleeding, and sure enough, blood was pouring out of my nose. Erika saw my nose, and she quickly ran and got the coaches. The coaches told me to go to the bathroom to get paper towels, so Erika walked me there and got them for me. Next, we walked down the hall to the nurse’s office so we could get an ice pack. This was not fun for me, as my shirt was bloody, but Erika comforted me and made me feel happy. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know what I would have

The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life

Everything I carry is for memories. The papers, the jewlery, the photos and thoughts, the hope. The thing I’ve carried the longest is my necklace. A thin silver chain with a small amethyst gem. It was given to me on my 16th birthday, really the day after. Right before the Christmas dance. I wear this necklace everday and only take it off when I really need to. My younger cousin comes to visit me and whenever she sees it she calls it a little star. Whenever I get nervous I just hold it and move it up and down along the chain. Of the many things I carry, this necklace is most important to me. Crammed in all the corners of my pockets are silly things, wrappers and receipts, loose change and scrap peices of paper I’m too lazy to throw away. But

“I’m not okay!” I screamed as I began to feel the pain. I cried a terrible screech until my grandpa tried to calm me

John one of my good friends has the ball and dribbles past many of the opposing teams players. Now john was about my height he was built and strong. i run around a defender to ask for a pass and then all of a sudden i see john slipping. Its like the world was in slow motion as i ran and he began to slip we clashed and fell to the floor. My first reaction what in the world just happened? It was weird because i did not expect to get get hit by someone that i know. The first thing I felt was a slight pain in my right knee from when i fell to the floor, but then I could feel something wet on my lips. I was hoping it was just sweat, because i wouldn’t want my mom to worry. I put my hand on my lips and inspected it. Sure enough i was bleeding a lot. John gets up and apologizes and then inspects the damage done to me. I remember him making a twisted face and then proceeded to ask if i was okay. At that point i was done playing i ran to the restroom and on the way i had many people as me if i was okay. As i looked at myself on the mirror i could see this cut it was small, but it was deep i wiped some of the blood out but it kept spilling out eventually when i was done, I got a clean look at it. I poked it and i even stuck out my tongue to feel around it. It was nasty but keep in my mind i was afraid that i needed stitches. I went back home

The thud grabbed the immediate attention of my parents and my intense crying notified everyone how much pain I was in. It was not the kind of pain from a scratch or scrape or a mosquito bite, it was much worst. I was landed laying on my left arm waiting to attended to by my loving parents. I was quickly scooped up by my father place in the car and rushed to the hospital still seeping every bit of tear out of me expressing how agonizing the pain was. I wanted it to stop and go away and feel all better so I can continue to play another day.

Bone showing with blood covering the paper towels, wrapping the elbow with ace wrap. The kind gentleman said be safe now, kole and Chris strolled down the sidewalk scrambling to call their moms to pick them up. They didn’t want to be late for curfew. Koles mom dropped Chris off in time for curfew but when Chris got home his mom freaked out because he got hurt. After my mom settled down. We finally went to the bathroom to clean up the bloody cut. The next day I was an excited kid that thought he was cool for skate boarding. I showed off the cut the next day to all of my friends, the next thing I knew I wasn’t so cool. In reality, the crash was stupid and not cool. I thought to my self still as the cut was a “war Wound”. Even though I thought it was cool other people did not for the past few weeks. I finally got over it and all my friends left me alone about all of it. From that day forward I knew who my real friends were. They were not the people that gave me a hard time for thinking something was cool. It was the guys who said “That’s so cool!” Now im a senior in high school and I always think back to that moment and realize. I wasn’t that cool I was just a typical kid that thought of his

I had just finished eating and I was waiting for my favorite show to come on. It was the last round and and favorite person was still in the game. I have hoping and praying they would win. Jumping up and down and up and down and BOOM! … I, being the cluts I am,fell off the couch. The pain was indescribable. My parents and my brothers all doubted everything I said and shut me down quick. We had shown up to Children’s Hospital and my mom said quietly, “ Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”

I will start with the Maurices bag first. So I had originally gone into Maurices just to look and see what they had. When I went in I was so excited about their clearance section. My two favorite items that I had gotten was 2 pleather Jackets. They came out to being around 15 dollars from around 69 dollars. They are cute and can be worn with so many different items. I was on the fence about the grey one at first simply due to it being bulky but then it grew on me as I thought of things I would wear with it. I love all the buckles, and how it zips. I also got a pull over sweat shirt. I thought it was so cute and it was in expensive also a great deal. The last two items that I got there were just some basic staple tank tops. I love how their

Many people do not listen to ideas of a young person. They are thinking that he or she does not understand. Even, I sometimes have done this with younger kids. Many people equate youth with immaturity. Which is sometimes true but is not always true. This is somewhat similar, but not as severe. He is just another adult that thinks young people are all the same. Age is a big problem with its stereotypes and could be a "cage" with either being too old or too young.

I sat next to Maisy talking and complaining about the cold through-out the whole game. Once the game ended I went over to the locker room meeting up with Cole and Ethan. The moment I saw him my whole world stopped it was like seeing the biggest idiot in the state of Oregon. Lucas came over and yelled “yo, mase!” he went to bro hug me. I shoved my hand out and it hit his chest, I started to see something I’m not sure what, but then it was gone. I fell on the ground my hands hitting the ground with immense force, from what, I’ll never know but the coolness of the hard concrete floor stung my hands as they hit the ground. Scott reached down to help me up, the second I touched his hand that…that vision came back. I watched like someone much stronger than me was forcing