Narrative Essay On A Night Changed My Life

When I was on a field trip with my fourth grade class, I never thought a day of fun would end so horrible and I would be scarred for life. It was pitch black outside by the time we reached school for our parents to pick us up. My friend Allan’s parents came to get us and about two miles before they dropped me off at home terror struck. At nine years old, this night changed my life and made me realize my strength. As we drove along the dark road, all I could think about was my cozy bed. All of a sudden there was a loud bang and Allan states, “Oh my God that was a gunshot.” I thought he was insane because I use the road we were on almost every day and nothing has ever happened. It wasn 't until his mother yelled, “Drive faster!”

Allan was across from me tied up as well. His parents were not with us, but his mother could be heard crying and saying, “I don’t have a thing on me. Please let us go.” My mind was still trying to understand what, how, and why this was happening. Darkness overcame me again and this time when I woke up, breathing was hard and my body was restrained from the chest down. The attackers had somehow managed to fix the car and were driving us somewhere With Allan’s parents on top of me, I passed out for the third time. Water droplets hitting my face woke me up this time. An attacker was standing near me drinking my water, not knowing what was planned; I played possum still in the same position as in the

They left us in a large field with long grass and pesky mosquitoes. Allan’s mother was the first to speak asking everyone if we were alright, with teary eyes, I said, “I want to go home and see my grandparents.” My hands got irritated from being together which caused me to fidget around and snap my left thumb. Able to slip my thumb from the bind, escape, and snap my thumb back in place, I crawled over to Allan 's father to see he had a black bag over his head, each hand tied to each foot. After removing the bag, his face was the size of a watermelon with bruises; furthermore, he was going in and out of consciousness. He was the only one who was hurt. When everyone was untied, we left the field and went to neighboring houses to get help but no one was awake at three o’clock in the morning. From the many walks with my grandmother, I was able to recognize where we were and how to get home. When we got home, my grandparents were very shocked about what happened and just thought we were running late. The first thing we did was rush Allan 's father to the hospital and I was able to sleep in my cozy