Personal Narrative The News "So?" I asked my dad over the phone. Already I could feel myself breaking down. The salty tears running like rivers running down the sides face, the shakiness beginning to sound in my voice, my vision becoming blurry, splotches in the corner of my eyes. I could feel all the emotion over the past year spilling into my every motion, my every word, my every thought. All I could feel was the iron grip my grandma had on me as we walked to the car. Everything else was numb. All I could do was wait to hear the news that would change my life forever. "Well…," My dad said letting out a sigh bigger than the size of Jupiter after competing in a competitive eating competition. Well, that’s it. Everything I've done in life …show more content…
I felt my knees buckle and saw the world spinning as I plummeted to the ground in utter and complete relief. I struggled to breathe as I sobbed. All of my emotions over the past year flooded out of me like a dam breaking. Everything I had ever worked my entire life for became a reality right in front of my eyes. "Kamden I'm so sorry..." My grandma told me not realizing that I collapsed because my body couldn’t handle everything going through my mind right now. "No, I made it," I told her in between the sounds that rival what a dying narwhale might make. The shock, relief, and surprise that flooded her face is something I could never forget. The little "O" that her mouth made, her entire forehead, ears, and nose lifted in surprise as she let of the softest, most excited noise I had ever heard in my entire life. Her icy blue eyes filled with a mixture of shock and joy behind those glasses of hers that now started filling with tears. Not long after I told her she had rivers of her own running down her cheeks while pulling me in for another bone shattering hug. She practically had to drag me to the car because I was a complete and utter wreck. She dragged me quickly and quietly to the car that seemed like a mile away. She made it look so effortless to drag a nearly passed out fourteen year old baby to that car. GO
“Ugh, I was just about to say that,” my mother says disappointedly, knowing my dad has just gained a point in our never-ending competition.
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
....” I hear her say. I was so happy after hearing that even though my expression wasn’t the best because of the amount of pain I was going through and with my last breath I say “You have to win.” I couldn’t hear what Katniss said after that because the pain was getting worse. In my mind at the moment, I just want to get carried away by one of those hovercrafts and just leave forever. I have never; ever in my life felt pain to this extent. But my family back in district 11 must be crying and would rather strangle themselves than watch me die on their TV screen. I want to cry right now so much. I miss them; I won’t get to see them again, ever. I wish I could have spent more time with them and I will definitely miss Katniss. I wish I got to know her a lot better. This is definitely not the way I wanted to die. A loud BANG was the last thing I heard and was gone forever.
I am really awfully sorry, but right now it is not the time for me to be talking, we need to get some help!” I was then carried fourth to that dusty pink house right in front which had an open gate and an elder sitting in the front porch. The elder asked “Oh, what do I have hear? Is there something I could do for you guys as that child of yours is crying?” I had always been mistaken as my aunts child, we looked quite alike and I just inhabit some of her quicks and movements which seems quite identical if you ask me. “I really need to use the bathroom grandma and I promise to clean it up right after. Oh, and could you please get me some band aid and safety aids? That will surely
I cuddled my baby as close to my chest as possible, whipped the streaks of tears from his cheeks, and kissed his peach fuzz forehead. I started to hum a lullaby while rocking him in my arms. I had gotten so caught up in the moment, that before I knew it, he was fast asleep.
I can still remember that small enclosed, claustrophobic room containing two armed chairs and an old, brown, paisley print couch my dad and I were sitting on when he told me. “The doctors said there was little to no chance that your mother is going to make it through this surgery.” Distressed, I didn’t know what to think; I could hardly comprehend those words. And now I was supposed to just say goodbye? As I exited that small room, my father directed me down the hospital hallway where I saw my mother in the hospital bed. She was unconscious with tubes entering her throat and nose keeping her alive. I embraced her immobile body for what felt like forever and told her “I love you” for what I believed was the last time. I thought of how horrific it was seeing my mother that way, how close we were, how my life was going to be without her, and how my little sisters were clueless about what was going on. After saying my farewells, I was brought downstairs to the hospital’s coffee shop where a million things were running
You stumbled out of the slowly moving contraption, tears streaming down your face. You could hear the laughter and excitement of your friends in front of you. They weren't feeling what you were, and you doubted they would understand.
I could feel my heart jump as the chair hit the ground with a heavy thud. I choked, my lungs and neck ...
All of my life, until I was eighteen years old, I didn’t understand the concept of grieving. Grief just hasn’t been something I’ve ever had to experience before. Because of my lack of experience I had no understanding of what grieving felt like. All of his changed for me on July 29th.
I waited there for a few minutes and then I felt this quiet and calm, deep inside. After a few more minutes of feeling this, I felt that I wanted to get up and make myself some nice dinner. I even said to myself: “This isn’t so bad, I can deal with this”.
Suddenly I started weeping. I did not know why I wept for a while. I
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
He stared at his hands, watching with morbid fascination as dried blood flaked of. Staring up at the sky, he gagged. He hunched over, dry heaving into the ground, until his throat was raw and tears sprang into his eyes. He tried, in vain, to stymie the flow of tears but he knew it was inevitable. Tears that had been forced down for so many years had finally had a chance at being released.
During the speeches, I kept looking at my family and I could feel their happiness when I saw all of them. They were all so proud of me, and this was my happiest moment that day. Before I could process that this surreal thing was truly happening, my row was standing up to get their diplomas. As if you could have heard yourself think with all of the chattering, I felt my heartbeat in every part of my body and every emotion rushed through me as the guidance counselor announced “MaKayla Jaye Horne,” to get my diploma. My brain felt fuzzy as I rushed back to my seat as quickly as the length of my gown would allow. Considering everything that had been going through my mind, after the ceremony closed I found my family to take pictures with them. I found my best friend, and we both cried. Once I had socialized with a few schoolmates and hugged my favorite teachers for the last time, I told my family I would meet them at Pizza Plus to eat. Being the girl that claimed so many times that I would not cry at graduation, I sat in my car and cried my eyes out before I met my family. I felt my heart sinking like a piece of me had died during the ceremony – and I guess in some way it