Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative

I am writing about an event which happened in my life that I would

never forget.

It was when Christ Church School took us all to Chessington World of

Adventures for an end of Y9 trip.

I don't remember the exact date seeing as this was two years ago, but

I remember all the main events and important goings on.

It all started when I woke up for school, normal time, in my normal

routine, although I didn't pack any books or put on my school uniform.

I went straight into the bathroom, had a wash, brushed my teeth and

went back into my room to dress. We were obviously allowed to ware our

casual clothes, so I slipped on some trousers and a shirt and went

down stairs.

My mother had already started to make my breakfast, she was making

something which smelled like bacon. As I went into the kitchen I

noticed it was egg and bacon that my mum was cooking. I said good

morning and poured myself some water which I have every morning and

went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready

and I sat down to eat it at the table. As I was eating I noticed it

was a very nice day outside, the sun was shining, it was dry, I just

hope this stays throughout the day. After I had finished my food, I

put the plate in the kitchen sink and washed my hands. The time was

7:45am, it was time for me to leave because we had to be at school my

quarter-past seeing at the coach had to leave by half-past. I put on

my coat and told my mum I was leaving, she said wait, so I came back

into the front room and she gave me some money to spend there. She

said have a nice time, I said I will, then left.

On my way to the schoo...

... middle of paper ...

...d, but the other coaches window was smashed

at the back, and the two guys in the car were gone. The people in the

coach were made to get off in case it shatters and someone called for

repairs. They were allowed to go back into the park for another hour

or so while we head home. Not fair. I remember on the way back on the

motor way, people were swearing and making rude gestures to lorry

drivers. Some laughed, most ignored and some swore back. I remember we

passed the same man about three times and he looked like he got angry.

But that was about it. It was a boring travel home and I couldn't wait

to get back. We arrived at the school at about 6pm and I went straight

to the bus stop. Waited for the 134 again with Aristos for about 10

minuets. We briefly summarised the day, then he bus came. I got on and

went and sat down.