Personal Narrative: Jasmine

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SKRR BOOM lights flashing sirens ringing as I lie there unconscious and I look to the right of me and my girlfriend is staring blankly into space. I call her name “Jasmine, Jasmine “and one last time but I still get no response. I am dumb founded; last thing I remember is that we were making a snap chat video while I was driving and everything after that is just blank to me. I ask to myself “could I be the reason why someone I deeply love is dead?” maybe they hit me maybe it isn’t my fault I have to calm down. I look at her one last time and I wonder how could a day that started so perfect end in the worse way possible? Jasmine and I were just your average high school lovers, she was the captain of the cheer team and I was the starting center …show more content…

We had a big baseball game today at Baum Stadium matter fact it was the 5A State Championship and everyone was counting on me. It seemed like the day was taking forever to end I was just ready to play, so time passed, it was game time and I refused to leave out of that stadium without a win. I was having a great game, there were a lot of scouts in the stands and I could not disappoint, it was the ninth inning 4-3 one man on second I was 2-3 both of my hits were homeruns and I am up to bat. I look up in the stand and I tell Jasmine and my parents I love you and she blows me a kiss, I go up to bat and on the first pitch I hit a dinger to straightway center-field and I know soon as I hit it I knew it was gone! We win I was so excited I just won the championship for us, Jasmine came running down to the field and gave me a kiss and told me she loved me. After all of the excitement had went down and I stopped signing autographs, there was this after party at my friend Jason’s house he was always know to throw these crazy parties, so Jasmine wanted to …show more content…

Jasmine was drinking but I decided not to because I knew I was going to have to be the designated driver for tonight. After the feds came in and busted up the party we decided to leave, the ride home Jasmine kept throwing herself on me I mean we were active but I was trying to focus while driving. She started to make a snap chat video, I decided to look over and put my face into, everything after that is a mystery and that is all what happen your honor. The judge said to me “Well you do know that you swerved into another lane and killed the opposite driver?” I couldn’t believe what happened I knew I was going to jail the only question left was for how many

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