Personal Narrative: It's Time To Buy A Car

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For the first time I know that parents really worried about their kids so much and it is not a joke when I say that parents worried when their kids are missing, or they went somewhere without telling them first, when I was in high school this is when I found out that my parents worried when I don’t tell them where I am going and what I am going to do there. I was in middle school and my parents came to get me from school every day and it was fine until high school. However, when I started high school “I can start walking home or get a job and make some money to buy a car”. So I told my parents “I don’t want a car right now maybe when I finish school I can buy one so my parents were surprised by my design.” Because when I was young all I said that I wanted was a car. So after that, they said, “That even when they are not going to pick me up from school I should be home on time”. It was a normal day in Columbia Missouri outside was hot and it was a day that I had to wake up and get ready to go to school. In the morning when I wake up I would get ready and would take a shower. The water was cold but I didn’t care because outside was hot. I was ready for the day to start, so I finished taking a shower and finished putting on my clothing and I went downstairs where my dad was waiting …show more content…

My parents were crying saying that our son is missing, and he hasn’t come home all day after soccer, so I saw my other brothers came to the school soccer field and I asked them “why are you running this late in the night” and they told me that (I was in tribal and that I needed to go home fast and that my dad was going to beat me whenever I got home” I asked them “why” but they said (go home and find

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