Personal Narrative Story : A Short Story

“I’m so excited!” I said, as we were loading the supplies into the car. I picked up the cooler and loaded it into the back of the truck. My long brown hair brushed my face while the bright warm sun of the afternoon warmed me. Then, I started loading other things into the car, not exactly knowing where they were supposed to go.

The last couple of minutes were thinning out and it was time to go. Of course, I had to dance to the last few seconds left of the song, but I shouldn’t have. As I was going to go and grab my jacket I went down. As I began to fall I knew that there was not going to be a good outcome. As I hit the cold, chopped up, ice, I immediately thought about my wrist to see if it was okay because I had just gotten my cast off early that week. But I realized that the pain was all in my left ankle. I quickly grabbed my ankle and was on the verge of crying. Everyone surrounded me asking if I was okay. I couldn’t stand it, everyone talking in my ear, seeing if I was okay. Clearly, I was not, I’m sitting on the ice holding my ankle like it’s a newborn baby, so fragile.

Screaming, crashing, it all happened so fast. I lay on the ground paralyzed from fear. Even though the screaming stopped a few minutes ago I still hear the screams in the back of my mind.

I have a scar on my right hand. It is just under my thumb on the backside of my hand. It is a thin, pale mark, roughly an inch long. How did it get there? Well, I’m glad you asked. It is an epic tale, not meant for the faint of heart. It conveys the utmost bravery on my part, more heroic than King Arthur’s knights! If you so insist, I shall recount the tale.

It was a rainy summer night, my family and i we’re driving on I-40 to go back home from the beach. My mother was holding a rosary and praying, my siblings were completely knocked out in the backseat, and i was in the middle seat dozing off with my earbuds on. My father was driving, and next to him was empty Coca Cola can that he drank to stay awake. As soon as i closed my eyes i heard a scream - i don’t recall what was said, all i remember was the tone: of desperation. I immediately woke up, and became fully alert of my surroundings, since it was nighttime and it was pouring outside i couldn’t really see what was happening, as soon as i saw the look on my mother’s face i knew something was wrong, then i heard my sister say “we crashed” and even though we were all safe, and no one was hurt, i started to tremble with anxiety, with nervousness, thinking of what could’ve been, what could’ve happened. Turns out a car next to us hydroplaned, his car made a complete u-turn around ours, and my father managed to decelerate and break just in time that the sliding car barely scraped us. The police came, he said that it was a miracle that we were still alive. Driving in El Salvador is dangerous, not just the traffic, but the crime. My father previously had many incidents where he almost crashed due to being distracted and he got assaulted at a stoplight by a thief, the truth is if those horrible events hadn’t occurred, my father wouldn’t have been attentive that night, he wouldn’t have

I can’t recall the exact day, all I can remember is the pain from embarrassment. I was the first guy to ever be beaten by a girl. In my defense, her brothers held me down but that made the story less “Breaking News”.

The door rang with a soft ding as Marinette and Chat exited the ice cream shop. Marinette licked her ice cream cone fervently, a futile attempt to catch the melting drops before they reached the pavement beneath them. Chat stared at her as they continued walking.

I couldn’t believe Bub woke me up. I couldn’t believe Bub woke me up. Oopsie daisy sorry, I just woke up. He asked me help set up the party, for his OWN birthday. I couldn’t believe he had to set up his own birthday on the day it was. He was on his phone texting our cousin, george. “Howwww Niceeee!” He said, when he got a text! “You know what's nice...MY DREAM you interrupted!” He told me he was going to tug me out of bed. He was not kidding, he actually dragged me through the house, all the way outside. He grabbed a bunch-o-balloon party pack, and started blowing them up. I popped “em” with my tacs.”Good practice for my right arm.” I said sarcastically. I got up because I was bored.I started to wonder off. Bub grabbed me before I could do anything though. I asked him if we could play ”bolleyball.”

My vision slowed I felt dizzy and hot. “Let's go get some breakfast.” my friend Lily said.

Screech! The blackened rubber tires of the ebony black car desperately try to stop the car from hitting the snow-white sedan, but it’s too late. The dark black car crashes into the sedan, immediately injuring the family inside. A young blonde teen is sprawled out on the snow-ridden road, eagle-spread. Crimson blood starts to ooze out from her body and her head turns slowly to see her family. Her dead parents are inside the car and shards of broken glass piercing their bodies. Drops of blood drips like a leaky faucet onto the pure white snow. An iridescent tear slowly falls from the teen’s emerald green eyes as she realizes that she has lost her entire family.

“What a day!”, Jennifer thought to herself with a half smile as she studied the reflection looking back at her in the bathroom mirror. Standing there in her tiny apartment, she wondered how she managed to get so fortunate. Every day seemed a gift but did not take them lightly or for granted. Everywhere she went these days, people nodded appreciative greetings or went all out with full compliments. Sure she always tried to look her best, but even as she studied her own countenance, she did not deceive herself that she was in any way perfect. To her mind, metaphorically, being in her late forties definitely did not make her the prized eight ball in the rack of balls on the pool table. The odds were considerably high that she’d be one of if not the first ball to be struck by the cue ball and fall into one of the pockets out of play in every competitive game. Even if she survived a shot, she wouldn’t be on the table very long. And when it came down to it, her five-foot-six-inch one-hundred-thirteen-pound slender body and age appropriate yet sexy hair and face just recently happened, a weird phenomenon that mysteriously occurred perhaps from sheer force of willpower alone. She brushed her teeth and got set to shower while mulling over the events of that late afternoon. Three hours earlier, a stylish and handsome gray-haired distinguished looking man directed flirtatious charm at her, engaging her in conversation in line at a cookie kiosk in the mall. It felt good—and right. The

I was working in the fields with my mother, we were wearing our ripped and moldy clothes. Our lord called us over. He was in his big robe that he often wears, with a cup of ale in his hand.

It was a cool evening at the beginning of summer. I was greeted at Anya’s house by Anya and Lily. We were super excited to set up a tent and camp on the back deck. Lily, was very happy because Anya and I were actually going to go camping at a sleepaway camp, but she didn't get to go. We strolled through the first floor, onto the deck. I set my backpack down on the chair and set the tent on the ground. We talked for awhile and decided that we should try to set up the ten before it got dark. We opened the tent bag and shook everything out. After sorting through everything in the bag we realized something… there were no poles. At first we were upset and didn't know what to do. Then, we decided to see if her neighbor (who was on the balcony nextdoor) had a tent. Anya yelled over and asked “Do you have a tent we can borrow?” Unfortunately, the she didn't have one. Unsure what to do, we went inside and asked her parents. They suggested a couple ways to put up the tent without poles, but we didn't think any would work. We went into the kitchen to talk and decided to ask some more neighbors. We walked outside and went door to door asking if they had a tent we could borrow. As we were about to give up, we noticed some kids across the street to the right of Anya’s house playing and throwing paper airplanes. We crossed the street and walked up the steps. We rang the doorbell and a young woman opened it (we think she was a babysitter), we asked her if they had a tent that we could use

“Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet,” I rambled. It had been hours of me trying to fall asleep and trying to draw on the bumpy roads. “ Shut up,” yelled my sister. “UGHHH,” I replied. I remember to use love road trips but now I hate them, they're so boring. “Joyia, be quiet,” said my grandma. My grandma always seemed to side with my sister no matter what the situation was. I didn't care too much because my grandpa always sided with me. He was my favorite anyway. “Whatever,” I replied. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my social media. It was my therapy, practically my life.

Daddy was driving us home. Three of us in the backseat and Lula, who was his favorite, in the passenger's seat.