Personal Narrative-Home

There’s no point of going to school, nothing ever changes. Same fresh cut grass smell, same kids yelling, same creepy guy at night. Everything’s the same. Not even the cold, dry, weather changes. I feel like I’m living the same day over and over again. The chicken sounds and I’m already up, already changed. I didn't want to get out, but the birds were chirping. Something was different. Today was different. I got downstairs and my brother Cameron, was waiting for me.
“Hey David, hurry up! We are going to be late for the bus.”
Cameron was a tall guy, he was 5’11’’ and weighs 145 pounds and always wore boots, jeans, and a T-shirt. I ran down and the bus was already here. Once I got off the bus, I saw a girl, a new girl. She was different than others. Her name was even different. “Hey, my name’s

The short silence was awkward.
“So you do talk? Well I don’t want to disturb you if you don’t want me so…” “Wait!” I demanded. “Let's start over. My name’s David.” “Great! Well you know some about me, what about you, huh? What’s your story?” “You're going to need more than just a name and where you're from to know about my story”
“Okay you’re that guy, well I see how you are. Well when I was little, like around five, my parents died in a car accident while I was in the car. The doctors said I was lucky to survive such a traumatic accident. The car drove down the hill fiercely and smoke was coming out of the hood. Luckily, people saw the smoke before it lit up before I was gone too,”
I saw her face frown a little. I knew she missed them even though she barely knew them, but they were still her parents and they were apart of her.
”I’ve been in and out of foster care, even till now. I know somebody close to you died, why else would you become one of the greatest football players on varsity then to become an outsider” She continued.
“She did,“ I whispered.
“What?” She questioned.
“My mother died last year of cancer, she had