Personal Narrative Essay

The summary read “Cassie Cowan was sentenced to 7 years jail for death by dangerous driving” it then followed on to say that the parents of the killed adolescents tried to sue for unlawful killing, however their attempts were unsuccessful. This quick summary through facts is short yet powerful as it creates a sense of realism. The presentation of the facts about the accident allows the viewers to acknowledge the detrimental and true effects of a mindless act such as texting and driving. “Road accidents are the biggest cause for death for 17-30 year olds in the UK” although it is stated that the facts are based on UK statistics, this film still relates to other countries such as Australia. Most viewers watch this advertisement and compare the fatal act of the adolescents in the film, and compare them to a loved one.

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

All of the students nearly jump out of their skin and run as fast as lightning out of the door. All except two, Mckenna and Annie. Mckenna hesitates and lazily wakes up from sleep. She peers around the classroom, and soon her eyes meet Mrs. Williams’s. There was complete silence. “Mckenna, have you finished your test?” Mrs. William asked calmly.

Chatter rippled through the amphitheater. The students were all disorderly, but for different reasons. Complaints, new love interests, thoughts about forming a team. Even if it was the second day of school, the rowdiness never appeared to have died down from last year—always finding new life in youthful souls and scandalous minds. Nothing or no one was safe from being mentioned, and Syd was one of the more thrilled recipients of the hearsay. It was like a free movie to him.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

Homecoming night. As I waited for Liam to show up I paced back and forth. "Sissy you're still here?" Jace asked me. "Yes bubba. I'm waiting on Liam."I said firmly. "Liams coming?" he screamed. "Just to pick me up Jace." I said annoyed. He ran out, I felt a little bad. Jace and Sadie loved Liam, and Liam loved them. As I stopped mid thought I heard a horn honking. "Liams here!" Jace came running back into the family room where I hugged him and my younger sister. "Sorry i'm a little late." Liam apologized. "It's okay." I affirmed. As we drove in silence to the school I decided to break the silence. "Liam," I whispered, "there something I have to tell you." "What's wrong Analise?" he questioned. "I've been seeing things." I admitted. "Like what kind of things?" he asked. "I have seen shadows of things watching me," I shuffled as I said it " I don't know if I want to go to Homecoming." "That's fine we can go back to your house and watch movies." "Thanks for understanding Liam." I

It came at a lightning pace and hit you from behind leaving you lying across the edge of the path. I hardly had the chance to stop and take a breath before thinking the worst, you didn’t stand a chance, you were taken off your feet and left for dead, you were motionless and bleeding; but I had to take a chance, I had to do something, I had to try and save you. I sped across the road to your body, checked you had a pulse, before gently moving you over to the side. I was more interested in knowing you were alive before I even thought about calling an ambulance. We were miles from the public streets and houses, no one-else could help. The minutes waiting for help felt like hours; I could feel myself fading away as I could see you slowly deteriorating. I held my hand on yours and held it against your heart, just so that we both knew you were still breathing; silly I know, but it was the encouragement we both needed whilst we waited for salvation. I was in such panic and to be honest, I was an emotional wreck; but you needed a rock so I said with everything I had in me, and beyond my own intuitions; everything’s going to be alright, everything’s going to be ok you know.

October third of two thousand fifteen, the day was gloomy and depressed, everything had felt off and strange, it had been the day of my non-existent senior homecoming that I was not able to attend. The night sky was dark and lurked over me, stalkerish like, not a thing felt in place. The night haunted me, feeling so vulnerable being alone, wonders and worries filling my head like an overflowing glass as to why my best friend Megan was not getting back to me. My worries had got to the best of me, so I took it to myself to head over to my second home, my best friend Megan's apartment, whom she shared with her fiance Michael, their child Adien, and their best friend, everyone's best friend, Cameron. Little did I know that that would

“I was getting into my car when I turned around to talk to Emauni and fortuitously hit her with my elbow around the middle of her front neck. She fell to the ground and I checked to see if she had a pulse and, luckily, she was still alive,” at that moment, the emergency truck appeared around the corner with bright flashing lights and a deafening siren heard from hundreds of metres away. They quickly pulled her onto the bright white

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

The final bell rang, and students erupted in a joyful chorus of cheers as summer break began. I sang a melancholy dirge of self-pity. My bitterness increased as I waited for my mother to pick me up. She came at last and I jumped up, anxious to leave forever. Again, Mrs. Thomas thwarted my plans; she came outside to talk to my mother, undoubtedly about my ignominious fate. As they murmured, I viewed the co-conspirators with hostile eyes. I'm a victim, the final sigh of my fifth grade year whispered wearily.

My mind needed to calm down, the bar seemed like the perfect place to go, but I couldn’t go there, I wouldn’t end well, it never does. The car seemed to start without me touching anything. I was too tired to drive and it was very clear I wasn’t capable to drive, but the car had already started to move. The highway was bumpier that normal, the cars were going faster than they were supposed to, something was wrong, very wrong. I pulled over to the side of the road and called my lovely wife, Betsy, she didn’t pick up. Normally fear wouldn’t overtake me, but I know something was wrong. She was the one in that ambulance.

“Aae!”she screamed once again, ”time to leave!” One by one, everyone filed out the door. I know that they must have been thinking the same thing as me by the unamused look on their faces. The rest of the day was exactly like that. Lunch, field class, and even “Lights out” was a nightmare. Every day went by in a manner of this sort, but that one day… it changed me for eternity.

“I’ll be right there!” I said as I packed my belongings into my backpack. This is my third year in high school, and next year is my last, so I have to make these days count. As I walked towards the school entrance, leaves were blown into the air by the wind and the smell of oak wood trees filled my lungs. There were students everywhere enlightened to get to class; the sound of autumn leaves crackling when students stepped on them made a very satisfying sound to new. I could still taste the flavour of my peanut butter sandwich that I had this morning for breakfast; It was quite cold out, so I had my hands inside my pocket, gasping for warmness. “Hey Yama! I’m here, let's head to class now.” I said.

13 year old Valerie Willson had been riding her bike on the side of the road when she had seen a car destroyed from a car crash. Just by the way it looked, there couldn’t have been any survivors she thought. As she went up to the crashed jeep she seen a pile of blood coming out from the jeep. So, she hoped that just maybe there would be some survivors; she highly doubted. Yes, there were two people in there. She couldn’t identify them very well, all she knew was that they were for sure dead. Who was in the driver seat, had gotten their face completely torn off ? The person in the passenger seat had ,literally, been snapped in half. There necks were as well snapped. So, Vallery called the police and reported what she had saw, the police