Personal Narrative: A Short Story

I wasn’t but 6 years old when i found out that life wasn’t all that it cut out to be. Yeah I had always known that nobody was perfect but never that I would feel so empty. When I was 6 years old my mother and her girlfriend filed for custody for me so they could take me away from my home. They wanted to move to Connecticut that was 6 states away from Virginia, my home, my family,my friends, and all I have known. My father put up a fight and wouldn’t let me go he didn’t want me to go and I could never thank him enough for it. When the court date was set everybody was all stressed out and I had a lawyer that came and talked to me about once every two weeks about what I wanted and how the court would work. We saw each other for about two months right up till the court date came around then my mother wouldn’t let me see her anymore because she could tell I was getting upset.

In my search around the nearby parts of the building, I find something that brings back a heavy, sickening wave of memories.

I can remember it like yesterday. I was driving home from school in the foggy weather in my truck. I got home and then I got this sudden feeling that something was different. I was nervous to walk in, and see what has happened. I had no choice. So I hesitantly took my key out, and opened the door and I veer toward the house.

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.

Driving home thinking about her loss, looking up, Marlene saw the light changing and applied her breaks as the truck behind her failed to stop. Hitting her Mercedes, it smashed the trunk and knocked the car several feet. Getting out of the truck, the driver checked Marlene for injuries, and she yelled, “You’re nothing but an idiot and they shouldn’t allow you to drive.”

It was midday when a man named John was driving across state to see his family. He was driving through the abandoned woods and the unexpected happened, his engine started smoking so he pulled over in the middle of nowhere to check it out he got it fixed but, something else happened his tires were flat and he had no spares it was like this was no accident. So he started walking through the woods looking for help, after an hour of finding nothing he tried to go back to his car but, His car was gone! After panicking he tried to call the police but, he left his phone in the car so he didn’t know what to do. After a hard hour of thinking he knew what he had to do he had to find somewhere to sleep but he didn’t know where to look. He looked around for a few minutes in the cold and dark woods and he seen a light in the distance so he tried to follow it. As he was walking he started to feel tired, his legs went weak and he felt a shiver down his spine so knowing he needed to hurry he tried to run but it was like he was paralyzed at that instant he felt a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t feel alone. Once he got feeling back and could move again it seemed as if the light started to get dimmer so he moved quicker. Every step he took felt like he was being watched he didn’t like it at all and what seemed like hours of running he made it, he was at an abandoned home where he seen the light from. He was going to go inside but, he seen a dark figure that caught his eye right then and

It wasn’t all bad growing up in Issaquena, Mississippi. We were all together as one family, living under a single roof that barely provided protection from the outside predators. Growing up with a mother, a father, a sister, and a brother was everything I ever wanted as child, but who would have thought that I’d lose everything so quickly. Each and every day, I slaved away for some bitter master. Each and every day, I’d wake up to the sounds of roosters and men marching. Most of all, I wanted to escape that land and environment and I wanted to be liberated from the war. Torture filled up my childhood in ways that were unimaginable.

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.

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.

“Baby, please don’t go without me,” Delia said, as I got ready for my day out on the streets of Cebu City, which was my first solo outing.

Once upon a time there lived a young girl with her mother. She had everything she could have asked for but she was still unsatisfied and didn’t understand what her loved ones did for her. One day the young girl was walking around the local market when an old woman stopped her and said “ I offer you this magical ring for your beauty. It will grant you any wish you desire but you must choose carefully for this ring with grant you only one wish.”

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

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

When I first heard the news, I wasn’t shocked. Rather guilty and sad. As I sat in the car thinking about the past few months, I was filled with regret. All the memories came rushing through my head as I sob. I wonder why I made the choices to do that.

Saturday, November 15, 2014. By all accounts, it was a day like any other. The sun rose and set between the barren branches of the trees as my family and I took shelter from the cold. That night, my father, mother, and brother were watching curling downstairs as I nestled in the dark of my room, listening to music through my headphones. At one point, there was a loud crash from the next room over – my parents’ bedroom – and my cats went wild, hissing as they sprinted out like a shot. I went to go investigate, but didn’t notice anything amiss. I figured my cats had just knocked something over and had gotten freaked out, so I walked back to my room. As I plopped back onto my bed, I happened to glance out the window. That’s when I saw the ladder in my backyard, leading up to my parents’ bedroom.