Personal Narrative : Short Story : My Story

One day I was on my way home from basketball. My dad had told me that my mom had taken my grandpa to the hospital. She had taken him because he was having bad stomach problems. No one really thought a thing big of it.

They ask me to write down my race, And I think and I think, I am so much more than that. I am the pounding rain in a thunderstorm The stunning sight of fireworks I can bring peace and joy Or fear and annoyance

I still remember that fateful day, the day I was Stolen. It started out as a normal day at school. I’ll take you through the whole story. There is one thing you should try to figure out, who kidnapped me.

I could feel the warmth and excitement coursing through my veins. A buzz of pure exhilaration filled a shadowy room of sweaty bodies. A feeling of unity grew amongst the crowd; our hollow bodies had finally found their home after being forgotten and lost for centuries. Suddenly, a chant roared out from the crowd, building the suspense second by second. The shadows diminished as the lights flashed on, and the revitalized crowd lunged forward, desperately reaching for the stage, as if they were yearning towards the light for dear life. It was about to begin: I was about to watch my favorite band play live for the first time.

I finally reached a point where I felt I needed to rest, or get an idea of where I had

Still as a statue, I lay in the comfort of my bed. It wraps its arms around me comforting

It was the year 2046 and Russia was on the verge of war with the U.S. I was running under the cover of the night in Nevada when I was blinded by the bright flash of the S.W.A.T. vehicle. I cursed under my breath and ran into a back alleyway in a city. I made my way up the fire escape but I rushed and my hand slipped off of the top rung of the ladder. As I fell I questioned whether this really was the life for me, but before I could think of an answer I was caught by one of the S.W.A.T. officers. I remember being in a helicopter and being brought to a tower. I was led to a room with a gun pointed at my back, I wanted to run and get my life over with but I knew that my job was more important than my personal wants. I saw a man his face was

What would you do if you had to spend a week at your grandparent’s house in the middle of nowhere? That’s exactly what 13 year old Jane was thinking when her mom told her she was going to visit her grandma and grandpa for a week. As she finished packing her blue duffel bag it was time to leave before she knew it. Jane got in the car and the road trip out to the middle of nowhere began. “This week is going to be pretty boring”, she thought.

I immediately rushed the mysterious box of money to my room to count it. There was a total of $40,000! Where did all of that money come from?

On a rainy day in November, Allison was sitting out on the porch staring out to the world. However, she started to recall the conversation she had with her best friend Jasmine. The reason she began to remember their conversation was because she felt that day reminded Allison of all the bad days she had in the last few years. Considering Allison was day dreaming, she watched and listened carefully to everything that was going on.

“Mom, my stomach hurts,” I whined to my Mother for about the tenth time. “MOOOOOOOOOM!” I yelled in a whisper sort of way. I was sitting with my Mom, Dad, and brother watching a play in a vast theatre with only about a fourth of the seats taken. We were on a Disney cruise, and I was still in awe that I couldn’t feel the boat rocking. My Mom finally decided to have us exit the theatre and leave the dazzling princesses with brightly colored dresses and fake crowns behind.

“Claire we’ve talked and thought, long and hard about this . . . We’re moving.” My parent’s explained.

The louder I screamed, the more Blair chuckled. It was like he didn’t even care that Mikki’s life was on the line. Soon I caught up to them. I was so difficult, but I did it. I reached my boney arms to reached for her. I felt her arm slightly, when i jerked her back into my arms. Once she noticed that she was back into my arms, she sighed in relief. Not long after Blair noticed that he was empty handed. He turned around and started running our way. I grabbed Mikki, and started running. In the distance I saw a vacant car. It was at the end of a dark and spooky alleyway. It wouldn't be much, but it might be our only chance to survive. I could feel my lungs burning like fire. In an instant Mikki fell onto the floor. She twisted her ankle. Without thinking I threw her onto my back and bolted for the car. I finally got to the car, and just my luck it was locked. I kick through the window. The piercing pain in my leg was nothing compared to the fear I have for Mikki. I throw her into the passenger seat and begin to hotwire the small black car. I knew he wasn’t far behind me, and if I don’t hurry he will catch me. I hear the roar of the engine start up. I have never been so happy in my life. I see the Mikki’s face light up when she realized that there might be hope for us after all.

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were in home, my old, but nice home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it always smells like her. The long and comfortable sofas that were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami's favorite. That's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that it was almost getting ripped out. Monse, my old sister, she didn't liked dresses that's why she was wearing her pajamas, same as my older brother, Tiger. And Papi, he wasn't here. We haven't seen him for almost two months by now, we miss him, Mami is the one who misses him the most. She always cries at night when I go to see her because of my nightmares.

It was November 3, 2016, around 4:15p.m., on a cool windy day in Springfield, Illinois, a farmer