Personal Narrative: Where My Heart Takes Me

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Where My Heart Takes Me My pulse is high. Even though I wanted this it just feels so scary. Please world get better and more joyful without this mess. Please take me somewhere safer. I woke up from my nice fluffy bed. A sandwich in my hand and I was ready for school. I rode my bike down the busy road, that laid on the big hill that I always enjoyed riding down on, and smiled back to my many neighbors going at the speed of light, or at least that is how it felt. I parked my bike where I always do, Said, “good morning” as always to the janitor and went towards culinary as I had every Thursday. Me and my group made my favorite meal, or one of them, Lasagna. I wanted to share some of my piece of it with my other friends but I ate it too quickly. Then I had math, English, PE and it was done. Me and the guys went around town just messing…show more content…
My morning was the usual I took my sandwich and rode my bike down the hill but when I came close to the end of the hill with the stop light, my bike would not stop. I tried by all that I could to stop it, but I had no luck. Why did she not see me? I wish I could have stopped it in time but I had no way of doing that. Even though I hit the ground faster than I than any of my reflections, my big scars, and bent arm just came back to normal. I did not feel even a little bit of pain. Even though I was so sad over the child then in a very short moment I was a little bit fascinated at the same time. Just before the child was put on an ambulance at a fast rate, the mom gave me the strongest death stare I had ever seen. I deserved it. Even though I almost killed that person the police did not give me any trouble not even a bill, just because of that I am a teen. I understand the mom. Of course, she would be really unhappy with me, seeing her daughter almost killed and the person who did that not having any scratches or getting in trouble. I wish I was put in the
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