Personal Narrative Essay: Sabrina's Illness

Laughter and happiness fill the halls as I travelled down the narrow halls with my best friend by my side. I giggled as Sabrina recounts the story of the disastrous dinner she had made for her family. She always had a talent for recounting stories. Sabrina’s hair was a soft brown, which reminded me of the bark of an old oak tree. Her brown orbs sparkled with a mischievous glint. But the most prominent feature was a smile would always adorn her pink lips. We first met during reception. A time of colour, excitement, and learning new things. She was the class clown, always making others laugh with her bubbly and friendly demeanour. She was thoughtful, loving and had a gentle nature. But what I remember most was that she would always go out of her way if she saw someone upset and would try to make them feel better. She did not like to see people sad.

Although we were friends throughout the early years of primary school, it was in

Our class all slowly walked into the classroom, confused as to why we were bought out of class, and we sat down. The teacher looked stiff and uncomfortable as he shakily took in a deep breath. Confusion and anxiety washed over my small frame. Questions circled my brain. Why was I bought into here? Why does he look so nervous? Looking like a deer in the headlight he began to talk and told us that we might know that Sabrina was overseas in America on holiday. I was perplexed why is he talking to us about her being on holiday. He continued talking and said she was involved in a car accident. Concern filled my mind. Is she injured, hurt? Had she broken a leg? Maybe she is paralysed? And finally, he says, unfortunately, she has passed away. Black fills my body. My mind goes blank. I begin to hear sobs and people comforting others. But I feel