It was a cold, dark, snowy, average Michigan morning. Wham! My bedroom door opened and my mom told me it was time to get up for school. I was hoping that we would have had a snow day with all of the snow that accumulated during the night, but we didn 't because Jenison never closes school for snow. It was such a struggle to even get out of bed!
Woken up by the sound of a fluctuation coming from my cell phone. My eyes haltingly peeled open, as I was trying to find the strenuous energy to wake myself up. The phone rang again, as my eyes began to stare at the luminous green light coming from the alarm clock beside me. The clock reads 2am, knowing it was never a satisfying sign to receive a phone call this early in the morning. However, I finally found the stamina to answer my phone, but as my finger pressed the answer button I hear a voice from the other line chime in, before I could even say “hello”.
Personal narrative The Drive I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.”
My entire life has been me looking forward. Always looking forward and rarely looking back. Learning from past occurrences and planning the next; I have been a sure handed planner all my life. When I was younger my maturity of very advanced for my age, therefore I only had a select few friends. This helped me keep a level head and remain focused.
The entire ride had been an interesting one. No one had thought that anything like this would happen to a small band from SFT. Many of the students were thinking about the night before. Why wouldn’t we considering our basketball team had won state. Which was definitely better then what our current situation was.
I wake from my slumber to the sound of Mama 's scream. After throwing the covers from me, I clamber out of my bed and tiptoe towards my bedroom door. As always, the floorboards creak, announcing my approach. As trepidation seeps through my skin, my hands clasp onto the hem of my pyjama top, clutching the fabric into my fists, while I wait for either of my parents to usher me back to bed. Once satisfied that neither of them has acknowledged my presence, I continue tiptoeing till I reach the door, and glance over my shoulder towards Frankie, to discover him sleeping soundly in his bed.
Boom Senior year has only yet to begin. Senior year is finally here! Everyone has lived for the moment of starting and ending senior year. It’s the last year we have the opportunity to be with everyone and the last year to live as children before real adulthood comes. At the beginning of the school year I knew this was my year to live my life to the fullest… then BOOM!