Personal Narrative : The Scariest Moment Of My Life

I was still drowsing, but I was awake. I got my clothes on and then went to get my phone and I remembered that I did not charge it. I found my phone on the charger and I said in my head “Thank you, dad.” My mom, my sister and I quickly got in the car so we could go to Rockford to get my cousin, Melissa. We stopped at her house and she came with us ready to go to Six Flags.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

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It was ten am on a Saturday morning and I was only three two hours away from the greastest moment of my life. I was about to meet the most amazing guy ever. Im not typically the girl to get overly excited about meeting someone but I mean its Jake Miller. Jake Miller is this really cute but sweet and loving guy. I first found out about him from my best friend Jaun and he showed me his song “Like me”. I knew from that moment on this was not the last time I will be hearing the name Jake Miller. Later that night I googled him and listened to all his songs. I fell in love it was like love at first sight. So for months I kept listening to his music and buying his album until I heard he was playing at Tampa Bay Jingle Ball concert for free. I told my mom we have to go and as she know my love for Jake Miller she easily agreed. I could not wait till December thirteen. The day I met my idol Jake Miller was exciting yet nerve wrecking moment

In my life I had a lot of negative people that I was scared of. My brother was one of those who scared me the most. Although he never meant to, he still did. My entire life I was scared to go home. I didn’t feel safe. I was always full of negative. I hated it. I was always scared. I was always having attacks. At first the attacks didn’t happen that much. But they soon became my entire life.

One day my mom said that she was going to drop me off at the Cassity’s because she was going out of town. That afternoon she picked me up from school. We drove to Lathrop and she dropped me off. My mom told me I was spending the week there so I needed to find something to do and then left. When I got there everyone was watching TV, I joined them. That first night we watched a movie and ate pizza.

Scarred for life is a saying that is proven to be truthful. I took the fall that scarred my shoulder to look like the inside of a bitten strawberry. It was a hot blazing 90-degree weather at Ponotoc High School Track and Field. Sweat dripped from my face and onto the track as I stretched and prepared for the 4x200 meter relay race. This was the track meet that determined if we made it to state to compete in the championships. Our relay team was number one in 4A District over all the teams in Mississippi therefore, we were anticipated to win. I headed back to the tent to grab my bright red back that I saw from a distance that weighed a ton. I started to move things around swiftly and in a panicked matter searching for my track spikes. I started to open my eyes wider as if I could zoom them in on my bag. I realized I left my track spikes back at school in my

If you really want to know about my traumatic childhood, it all started in a small town outside of Philadelphia. I was around 9-10 years old at the time and we lived about right in the middle of a forest. There was no clear patch of open field to be found. You would think there were many animals around too, for living in the middle of nowhere, but the coolest thing you 'd find was a lost deer now and then. Anyway, the incident took place on a cool night in the middle of July. I was in my crappy two-story house in bed. I remembered the wind to be wild that night and of course the walls of the house were as thin as paper, so it sounded like a tornado was forming outside. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I went to get a glass of milk.

Unfortunately, due to my relatively short life-span, growing up a mile away from the nearest people, and having a mother who has social anxiety among other mental ailments, I’ve had very limited interactions with people. Fortunately, my mother loves animals as much as I do, and was never shy to take one into our home. I have seen lots of dogs, nervous and thin or healthy and misbehaved, but the one that sticks out the most was Monster. He was one of our shortest fosters, just there for a few hours, and I know very little about what has become of him, but I know that we helped him. Monster was named so because he had been in a car accident which cause his eyes to bulge a little from his head, and he spent most of his life in a crate not nearly

We stand, ready and waiting. Looking carefully in front of us, looking for any sign of movement to begin firing at. Then it begins. The sound of whizzing bullets ring through our ears as they pass consistently from both sides. Some fire less frequently than others but when they shoot, it is a direct hit. Panic builds up in me, but I shoot without stopping. I have faith in the British side, we are far better trained and have more experiance. As I think about this, the worry in me lessens till I do not even think twice about it. Well that is until I take a split second to look around. We are dropping like flies. I quickly sling my head around and resume my position, steadily shooting. It seems to drag on forever, neither side is yielding.

As I scope out my first victim, I have chosen to devour the brain stem. Yes, it may be a bit tricky to get to since it rests on the lower portion of the brain, but after I eat that part I will have more heightened and complex parts of the brain to eat rather than just the old brain before the evolution took place. It will be worth it to eat to be able to enjoy more delectable items. I will also no longer be able to hear their incessant breathing and pounds of their heart. I will be able to devour my meal in peace. I will not be able to embellish this long piece of matter with any sauces or sides since I will need to end my victim's life before they can try to attack. I will treat it like a delectable piece of tuna sashimi and perhaps dip the

Irrational fear was a prevalent aspect of my childhood. On its mission to scare me to death, the heaviest of the weapons that life had in its arsenal was the annual cabin canoe trip over 10 years at my summer camp in Ontario, Canada. Starting when I was 7 years old, for six days and five nights every summer, we covered as much ground as a marathon and carry our weight in food and packs across kilometers of hilly terrain and desolate lakes and rivers. Eating dinners on the lake and sleeping under towering pine trees is some people’s idea of relaxing, but for me it was a living hell. Every night I stayed awake shaking in my sleeping bag and getting worked up over every loon call or crack of a branch. But what really kept me up was the fear

I can't count how many times I think of my near-death experience every time someone I know dies. To illustrate my accident, Daniel, who was my cousin experienced the exact same accident as I did. Unfortunately, on May 19, 2003, Daniel lost his life when he was struck and ran over by a drunk driver early Monday morning. From what my dad told me from the phone call he received, he was outside with his older brother playing soccer in the yard, when the ball rolled onto the street. Without being precautious, he ran to the street when the incident occurred, causing sudden death on impact. Eventually, my dad told me afterward that my cousin had passed. The scar I carry on my right forearm makes me reminisce the memories I had with him all the time.

Think back to the time when you were really young. When you saw big roller coasters, and wanted to ride them all. The roller coasters looked big, and you thought everyone would think that you were tough if you rode one...if only you were able too. Unfortunately, you were too small in height to be able to go on any of the ‘‘big kid’’ rides because who would think you were strong if you only rode little baby roller coaster….