Personal Narrative Essay: My First Time Away At The Home

Rain was pattering on the roof, thunder was shaking the floors, and lightning lit up the cabin. I was assigned to this little old cabin in the middle of nowhere with rotted wood, worn down bunk-beds, and floors that creaked as you walked across them. Walking outside was like walking into a forest without knowing where you were going. The freezing cold air whirling around the cabin from the storm was like resting in a giant freezer. It was my first time away from my parents for a full week, which my eight year old self never thought I could handle. I was doing exceedingly well until the second night arrived when 11:00 p.m. hit the clock, and the vigorous storm approached the cabin. Everyone was fast asleep as my body was filled with terror. I did

She constantly tried to get the other girls to talk to me, but most did not even bother to look at me. That is until today. “Hold on, I 'm coming. Everything is okay, I promise,” she said, climbing up to the top of my bunk-bed.
Still trembling, I slid over so she could sit next to me. She comforted me until I fell asleep, but then a loud “BANG!” occurred. Gasping in the cold and crisp air, I quickly sat up looking for my advisor. However, I saw that she returned to her bed and fell back asleep. All of the fear came rushing back. No one woke up this time. Why did no one wake up? I sobbed louder and harder than before, taking all of my frustration out. The storm was getting more aggressive as the night went on. It sounded like the roof was going to break, and the windows were going to shatter at any moment from all of the rain pounding against them. I sat under my covers praying for the storm to pass until 6:00 a.m. when a girl from the bunk-bed next to mine got out of her bed to come sit beside me. She was at least three years older than me, with silky brown hair and tan baby like