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.

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

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

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 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

BEEP BEEP BEEP screamed the alarm set on my phone. I rolled over and silenced it as swiftly as I could. I sat up and looked around the humid garage and sighed, and scrunched up my nose in distaste at the odor of vomit and day old pizza filled my nose. I sighed again and got up off of the thin mattress, walking to the door and picking my bag up as I left the garage, and headed to the bathroom. I sighed and looked in the mirror, pulled my hair back, brushed my teeth, and left, thinking the words over in my head on how to tell Hailey that this friendship needed to end because I did not like how it was starting to wear at me. We fought almost constantly and lately she kept trying to pressure me into doing things I really did not care to do and had told her from the start that I was okay with her doing them, but I just did not want to get involved in.

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.

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

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?

As if he read my mind he grabbed my hand. I looked up at him surprised.

It was cold snowy day at the jones house. It was as cold as the ice on northern sea. It was very windy and a huge blizzard began to happen. The temperature felt as if we were standing outside in Antarctica. A few kids that were outside building miniature snowmans. It felt like a winter wonderland to them. Later they started heading inside to stay warm and safe from the storm.

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 was awaken by the noise of the annoying ice cream truck. I slowly roll over as my eyes scan the room looking for the time; 3 am. I heard the sound of the ice cream truck again. I quietly got up and walked over to the hallway. I thought I was just hallucinating because it was just my 11 year old daughter Lizzy slamming the window down. Then I watched as she skipped down the steps with a five dollar bill in her right hand and her long blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders with every step she took. Down the stairs she went outside looking back over her shoulder making sure I didn't see her. That's when it had hit me, I heard the Ice cream truck once again. I dashed back in my room knocking everything over that was in my way and threw clothes all over my floor looking for my shorts. I sprinted down the steps, but by the time I got outside, she disappeared There was no sign of her. My heart dropped deep into my chest as if I were on the first drop of a ginormous rollercoaster. It was just silence , Dead silence and pitch black darkness. Were all the bad things that happen in the movies happening to me? Am I the reason she's gone? I'm gonna find my Lizzy and I'm gonna get her back! I stumbled back inside. My vision became blurry, salty tears began staining my face, and a huge lump grew in my throat. I snatched the house phone off the hook and struggled to press the 9 on the phone with my fidgety fingers as I continued to press two ones.

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