Snow-Personal Narrative

As I was picked up the bad thoughts started to run through my head again, this time it seem like it was worse. The closer we got to the hospital the more I became weak. I didn 't know what to expect to be honest. I tried to prepare myself for the worse. As we entered the hospital and went to the emergency room, I walked into a lobby full of family, as I walked in my brother got me up to date with what’s going on. So I sat there patiently with my family, we all waited with anticipation for the doctor to deliver the news. As hours passed we finally got to talk to a nurse. She told us that the doctor would be coming out soon to get us updated with what’s wrong with my dad. When he finally came out he told us that everything was going to be okay, but if my dad would have came two minutes later he would have died. Man oh man that hit us all hard. But he also told us

I walked through the door with you, the air felt cold but something about it felt like home. Surrounded by warm smiles and friendly greetings, I let the magical laughter twirl around me, so caught up in it that I managed to leave my scarf there, at your sister's house. Even now, you still have it in your drawer. 'Sweet Disposition' was blasting from the radio; your favourite song. You looked right at me and smiled, my wide-eyed gaze taking in each freckle on your face and each curve of your lips. Revving up the engine, we started to drive along the old country roads, singing loudly as we got lost on the steep mountains of Dublin. The autumn leaves were falling from the trees like pieces into place, alive with screaming colours of red, gold, orange as they crunched beneath the wheel of the car. I still thought you were the most vibrant one there. Now, I know it's long gone, and that magic's not here anymore, and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all. After all these days, I can still picture us there, on that quaint, little town's street. Your eyes were so fixated on me that you nearly

Snow. It's one of those perils that every trucker finds him or herself in from time to time. It really isn't the end of the world unless of course one happens to be in an area where people aren't accustomed to it. Luckily for me, I was in Portland. Oh, sure. Every town has their idiots who can't drive on dry road, let alone slick ones. But for the most part, Portland Oregon isn't a bad place to drive through during a snow storm.

I got out of the car and I saw trees covered in white snow. When I smelled out of the car it was cold. It was like christmas, just that there were no decorations. It looked awesome and fun. The mountains were big and snowy. I Saw a rabbit and sled racer .I heard snow fall and it was loud. I heard wolves howling. I touched snow and it felt like ice. I tasted the snow and it was

I walk into my room and throw my bag carelessly on the floor. I’ll study later. I don’t go to my bed but move over to my window and stand there, not knowing exactly why. I open the windows, and even though it’s the middle of winter, the cold wind is most welcome here. I feel my hair blowing around my face and I know it’s going to get impossibly tangled but I don’t care. My lips are dry and too thin top isn’t doing much to keep me warm but I still don’t care. I’m not really sure where my thoughts are taking me but I’m already gone.

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

We walk back to the shelters to get some sleep, and I sit there awake for a minute until my father falls asleep. In the morning when I awake, my father is very sick, so I take him to the doctor. The doctor rejects to help because he is a surgeon. I take my father back to the shelter to let him rest some more. I leave him to go outside to get more coffee. I think back to all the things me and my father have been through. Losing my mother and sister will always reply through my head, remembering them holding hands and moving off to the left, and my father holding onto my hand, and we walking away from them. The last thing I got to do was just look into there eyes and turn and walk away. Once I got back I found my father not there. I knew where he had gone, they had taken him to the furnace. I dropped to the floor wanting to cry, wanting to have a fit like a normal teenager. Deep into his feelings he thought “Free at last.” He was free to only think about surviving, and not to worry about anyone but himself. I will miss my father. I love him. I will never forget how much he did for me, he is the reason why I am still

“OH MY GOSH!” my mom yells. I woke up after the crash and checked to see if everyone was okay. I was fine just a little scratches and cuts all over my body, but I don't think any broken bones. It made me have a flashback of a while ago when my dad (John) and my mom got into a car wreck back in 2003. It was a really bad wreck, but luckily the both of them were okay. I stopped day dreaming and checked on my mom, she was fine too, just scratches and cuts. I looked behind me to check and see if Tyler was okay. He wasn't awake still. People got out of there cars surrounding us and checking to see if everyone was okay. The semi flipped upside down across the road and the other car right besides us. I screamed with fear when I seen Tyler was not waking up. I yelled at mom to call 911. Ambulance started showing up everywhere and cops. A helicopter had to fly down, because so many people were dying. I went and got one of the people from the ambulance to come get Tyler out of the car. They hurried him to the hospital as me and mom rode in the back of the ambulance with him. They said he still had a pulse, but of they don't get him there soon he may not make

Lauren obeyed, and dug her gloved fingers into his coat, curling her knuckles tight. His arm tightened around her. Uncontrollable shivers raced through her body. Nothing made sense. She wanted her toasty warm apartment. She wanted to forget about

A few weeks went by and it was like a roller coaster of happy and horrible moments. I found a few comfort moments with my dad but he didn’t comfort me the way my mom did. I tried to make the best with staying with him.

A few weeks went by and it was like a roller coaster of happy and horrible moments. I found a few comfort moments with my dad but he didn’t comfort me the way my mom did. I tried to make the best with staying with him.

The smell of popcorn filled the spring air. I was running as fast as I could, there was no stopping me. The pitcher threw the baseball to second base as I started to race to home base. Voices of cheering and screaming of excitement filled my ears, motivating me to run faster. I stared at the catcher with confidence in my eyes, seeing his glove in the air, ready to catch the ball. He was too late, my foot touched the bag before it reached his glove. My best friend Olivia on the team ran over to me and gave me a hard high five. The rest of my team tackled me with joy. Olivia and I are the only girls on the team yet we are some of the best players they have. As we said good game to the other team, a feeling of being watched struck me. I turned my head to see a

On a Tuesday night of my sophomore year, two weeks before the state tournament, we played Heritage Hills. On the mound, battling for every out, I attempted to keep the game tied. The count was two and one with two outs in the bottom of the fourth. I stepped up, wound up, and pitched the ball for the fiftieth time. Except this time the ball came flying right back towards me.

“Guess what!” said my mom “Levi can come over to tomorrow.” I imagined what it would be like out there. It was up to my waist. Dad did want me to go outside so I guessed I'd please him. Monday morning I woke up and ran downstairs. It was going to be awesome out in the snow. But then dad told me something that ruined my day, I would be shoveling the alley until it was clear.

One morning, I woke up in my room, and pulled up the shades to see the ground covered in several blankets of snow from a snowstorm. I went downstairs, and made my breakfast, a typical bowl of cereal with orange juice and some toast. Before the meal, the length of this storm was my particular interest at the moment, so I looked up the weather. The outlook did not look too convincing to me, so I continued to eat my breakfast that seemingly felt like forever, due to my desire in the length of the storm. I consumed the last bits of toast that were left, and looked outside once again only to see what I saw the first time, thick layers of snow.