Personal Narrative

I was running, running as fast as I possibly could. I just couldn't get away. They were after me, I knew they were. I couldn't run forever, no one can. I knew they saw everything I did, but i didn't care. I was going to hide even if they saw it or not. I got tired of looking for a place to hide and ducked into a dark alleyway. My heart was racing, my body was shaking, and I had adrenaline coursing through my entire body. I was scared, more scared than i had ever been, and that made me worry about my chosen hiding place. I checked my wristwatch and waited for the time to come. Three......two......one...., I pushed my body off the cold, hard wall and dashed to the other side of the dumpster, but i was too late. They were right there, staring at

The cool morning air blew by me as I walked along the sidewalk and I had three blocks to walk. By the time I got inside my first class the bell rung as I sat down. The day passed by with the slowness of molasses because it was the middle of May and nearing summertime. Throughout the entire day I kept quiet and did my work diligently. By lunchtime I had done all my work and missing work. I just had to get my mind off the horrid dream of red eyes. I stood in line, got my plate, and silently walked to an empty table to eat. "Boy, you sure are a workaholic huh?" came a familiar voice. When i looked up it was Josh. He was a tall, well-built, red-head with too many freckles to count, but he was a nice guy. "Guess so." I said and took a bite of my food. Lunch passed over quickly as Josh and I talked. He asked the routine questions everyone ask on a monday, how are you doing?, what did you do over the weekend?, stuff like that. I told him but left out the dream. Josh just was not the kind of person who believes stuff like that. The rest of the day passed quicker than usual, but I was in no hurry to get home. Home was a place I definitely did not want to be. My