Personal Narrative: A Sea Of Despair

A Sea of Despair A story of how one wasp can cause of sea of despair By: debbie kopich #16 A bright sunny spring day, the bus lane in filled with a bunch of bright yellow buses.”Bye” I said to my friend as I walk onto the load noisy bus. Walking to my seat trying not to bump my violin into anything. I get to my seat near the back of the bus. I set down my violin first than my backpack leaving me barely any space to sit. I get up a bit from my seat to look through the window cause my violin case was in my way. After what seemed like forever I open my fairly new backpack to get my phone because of my lack of entertainment. One problem, my phone wasn’t there.

Most people on the bus talk to their friends. Maybe using swear words or talking about gossip,or

I ran off the bus as fast as I possibly could without making look like I was scared. As I begin to walk home I felt something, something stabbing me like knife,something like a wasp. I get freaked out and begin to cry again whispering to myself “help me”. I finally get home. I set down my backpack and bring my violin case with me to my room. Once I set the case down I take a look at what I thought was a wasp sting but actually was a mosquito bite. I get onto my computer and play roblox(a video game) to help get rid of my despair and stress from everything that had happened. I never did watch your lie in april that day. After I played roblox for around 2 hours I start feeling that despair again,and this despair follows me along whenever I think about what happened. That feeling of fear and despair all together as I wanna break down and cry, into a sea of tears. But if I make a sea of tears than there must be away to swim up from it, a way to escape from that feeling. I just got to find out where to swim to get out of the sea of tears and swim my way from