Personal Narrative: My Experience At School

As I raced myself down the halls, I did not understand why I had gotten a pass to the cafeteria. I saw my Jv softball coach in the distance, and I felt a weird feeling in my stomach as if butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach trying to get out. I paid the feeling no mind until I took a step further. Little did I know entering the school cafeteria was going to change my life forever. It all started at 6:00 a.m, when I was in a middle of a deep sleep. I was wakened by the sound of the alarm and the rays of the sun beaming through my blinds. I knew I was awake, though I really did not wish to be. I had fallen back asleep and then... beep! beep! beep! Fully opening my eyes, I got up to reach the snooze button and there was a sound of

They were all confused as to why we were all sent here. Finally, Mrs. Twele was about to make an announcement of the news she's been waiting to tell us.“I am sorry to announce this, but coach Christina Splaine has recently passed away” she was crying. I couldn't believe it, I didn’t want to. After hearing those words, the teachers began to counsel the students and I just sat there staring at the ground speechless. All I could think of it as some kind of joke and that I was going to see her the next day making with a huge smile on her face. I turn around saw my friend blowing her nose and wiping her eyes yelling, “I want to go home.” Furthermore, I felt into shock as I was going to be attending a viewing for the first

“This is not happening,” I had told myself several times before entering the room where Christina’s casket was placed. The rain poured quicker and harder, which made me feel like I was in a film as I watched the familiar faces passing her casket as they wore nothing but, pure black. I would always remember Christina as the positive, and enthusiastic one. When softball season came around, she was always the supportive one on the team and did not mind helping us. Whether it was to practice hitting, or throwing she never gave up on us until we got it right. I had entered the next room and I saw one of my softball teammates sobbing after she had seen the casket covered with flowers. Her eyes were already swollen with sorrow and my body began to shiver as I heard the whimper of other people's voices of mournfulness. As her family gathered around her, I couldn't help but bring myself up to the casket as well. I tried to hold back the tears, but I knew I was about to be consumed with grief for the next two hours of my life. I tried to close my eyes, but Mrs. Twele came and I was standing there silently as I hugged her. Everything about this day was depressing, from all the black clothes to the tears from the family. I was feeling as if all our problems we had before no longer mattered. There I was, observing the looks on everyone's faces swollen with emotions as their eyes bled with pain. The sobs, sniffles and cries