Drive To School-Personal Narrative

I can feel the wind blowing through my hair as I speed away from school on the last day before summer break. I continue to speed up as I get farther away from teachers, sports, and my classmates. It wasn’t until I see red and blue lights and hear the sirens of a cop car pulling up right on the tail of my car that I slowed down. I look at my speedometer, turns out I was going fifteen miles above the legal speed limit. I try to smooth talk the officer… Why did it have to be HIM. By him I mean the officer who was pulling me over for speeding, but this is the third time he had pulled me over… He tells me that using my father’s name couldn’t save me this time. I was going to be in DEEP trouble when I got home. Good thing dad was still at the station

Driving to Long Beach with my family, I watched the trees and cars zoom past. Suddenly, as my heart began to pound throughout my whole body, I felt my chest and throat tighten and my muscles stiffen. My brain shut out my surroundings and focused on the panic setting in. Sweat dripped down my palms as I gripped the car handle so tightly my knuckles turned white. Disorientation followed and I was consumed by fear, transported to an empty, helpless space. I had passed the thin line that separated composure and panic. By the time we got to the apartment, I was relieved to have a change of surroundings as I stumbled out of the car. I was shaking when I got out and rushed inside the apartment to calm myself down.This was one of many more panic attacks

At approximately 2300 hours I heard a loud crash somewhere outside of my apartment building. I went out on the patio, looked around outside and saw a car stopped by the east entrance gate. I went outside to the gates and saw a black SUV stopped in the driveway, just inside the entrance gate. The car had a flat right front tire and damage to the right front quarter panel. I then looked at the entrance gate and saw the gate had been broken off its hinges and stuck in the open position. The reflective cross bar was stuck in the down position.

I walked the few meters to her room and knocked. I heard her groan as a sign of giving me entrance.

Saturday had big plans with my family and didn't realize that I was supposed to go to azteca practice. I was so emotionally crushed I felt like my soul was being crushed by an evil elephant from hell, quitting was the only thing on my mind at that point. The drive there was so depressing i felt like eating a bullet just the thought of canceling my plans for this gave me aids the car drive there felt like it was in slow motion and the fact that my friend benito was driving made it that much worse since he drives slower than my grandma, it seemed like everything was black and white and the that was blasting in the car seemed nonexistent. once we showed up i regretted going just that much more since only about half the dancers even showed up I

The first time I drove. So, my grandmother decided to risk here life to teach me to drive for only two blocks. And my grandmother was a horrible teacher because she is used to standard cars and not automatic, so she puts her feet on both the gas pedal and the brake. Anyways, I can't believe that the car seems to go so fast and I was only going 5 mph! And then, I didn't know how to brake and my grandmother almost hit her head on the dash! Luckily, we made it

I really enjoy doing my homework and learning but, I hate going to school to learn and get my homework. I moved to Vermont after eighth grade because my father got to move higher up at work. I don't know a lot about his job but, I didn't have a say. Back at home in Mississippi I didn't have a lot of friends. I had one named Lucy but when I told her I was going to move she said we weren't friends anymore. I'm starting high school now and I'm so scared to start over again. I love my new room the view is very pretty but, tonight I hate it because tomorrow is my first day of school.

Coming to school every day as a tenth grader was exciting, but it can get very annoying at times. I had to overcome many challenges to make it this far. Generally, freshman year was a year of change. One of the greatest things I learned as I reached sophomore year, was not to procrastinate.

I was chilling in my bed room playing video games when I got a unexpected text message from my best friend Jarrod saying it’s going to be a night you won’t forget my brother. Although I was king of skeptical on why he texted me this early with a jigsaw riddle message; therefore, I was uncommonly curious moreover so that I ask him what you do mean and what is going down tonight? Nevertheless he respond with rich home girl is throwing a big mansion party; infact, everybody is invited it is going to be wild like that party movie project x my brother you coming yeah without a doubt I’m coming, good I’ll pick you up at nine thirty sharp tonight because Port Neches Grove is a drive. However time went by extremely fast that heard him pull up I wasn’t even ready so I just grab my red polo shirt and hat with my new tan brown timberland boots then finally headed out, so when we arrived cars was

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

“Vandi, what was it like coming to America?” I looked up to see my friend Carson staring at me intently, his eyes big blue eyes full of wonder, his blonde hair shining under fluorescent lighting. Suddenly, I was self conscious about my dark skin and eyes.

Around the time I was getting settled into sophomore year at Memorial, I got my driver’s license. The freedom of driving alone was awesome but having my license was beneficial since I had an off-campus practice for the golf team nearly every day. At first, you could say I was a little bit paranoid because I was inexperienced and I was driving a nice truck which was my first car. Eventually, I felt more relaxed and I started to gain confidence behind the wheel. This false sense of confidence caused the biggest and definitely the most expensive mistake I have made in my entire life.

“Come on honey, Kaylee is doing great at her driving! Come on and let her take you for a drive!” My dad said confidently.

School is out! I ran and zipped through the back door into my safe haven. I leaned against the deciduous tree and watched as the graceful, draped foliage of this ornamental tree flowed in the cool brisk air. I sat there for a bit taking in the scent of freshly mowed grass and wet dirt, then I jumped up with excitement. A sudden, small burst of movement caught my eye. I followed the movement and walked steadily, cautiously, and carefully so as to not startle the creature, much like a tiger stalking its prey. The creature moved its head slightly and flickered its tongue, tasting the air. I moved close, and imitating my idols, I quickly placed my thumb gently but firmly on the head of the snake and my index finger under its head and picked it

I wasn't able to make it to school today because conflicts with my plane ride from New York caused me to not get home until early this morning. I have an nhs meeting that I have to attend after school tomorrow, so I can come in to take the test tomorrow morning or Wednesday before or after school, whichever works best for you. Sorry for the inconvenience.