ipl-logo

Personal Narrative: My Journey To The Door

983 Words4 Pages

It was not just a nightmare .. A loud noise coming from outside, someone was knocking on the door really fast and loud. It was a extremely loud noise, i was scared to open the door because i was not sure who was at the door. Someone started screaming i got closer to the door and said, "Hello, is someone there?" i asked, "Yes, it's me your aunt Anita, please open the door i have a bad news that i need to tell you." Rapidly i open the door, i was not expecting to hear the bad news that my grandma had passed away. It was one of the saddest news i ever heard, i felt like my heart has just broke into a lot of pieces, my hands where shaking really bad, i couldnt even talk right. My grandma was a huge part of life, and hearing that bad news of her did not made me happy at all. Everytime I would go to mexico I would see her, as soon as i would get there she would be waiting for me with food prepare and my favorite pineapple …show more content…

When we where on the way there, a lot of people started gathering and walking behind the hearse all the way to the cemetery. It was a long way to arrived to the cemetery, when we got there i could see many different people that knew my grandma there, it was really nice seeing how many people admirer my grandma and loved her as much as i did. As soon as the undertakers took out my grandma coffin from the hearse i ran and started touching the coffin which made me feel close to my grandma, i couldnt help but to cry, i could feel my heart beating fast, i was not able to stop crying. My grandma death had been a huge pain in my heart, i was not ready to tell my grandma the last goodbye, it was extremely hard for me because she was like my second mother to me. Unexpectedly i started feeling dizzy, everything was spinning around me, i was feeling like throwing up, my sister tried to give me water to drink but i was not able to drink it, the water tasted

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: L Is For Lake

    157 Words  | 1 Pages

    L is for Lake When I was around 4 we went to a lake that we 've been to many times before. I never went swimming in a lake so I was excited. I always watched when they swam. I was a great swimmer when I was little. I remember putting floaties on and getting ready to jump in.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative On A Baseball Game

    583 Words  | 3 Pages

    I was in the hospital. It was June 12, 2017 at Genisys Hospital. My grandma was dead lying in the hospital bed. I was crying for hours and hours. I could not sleep thinking my grandma was dead.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: A Shot At Work

    544 Words  | 3 Pages

    Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area.

    Read More

  • Personal Essay: Security Conditions In Iraq

    1256 Words  | 6 Pages

    It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq.

    Read More

  • Shamans Street Research Paper

    1614 Words  | 7 Pages

    I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.

    Read More

  • Payoff Day Research Paper

    1051 Words  | 5 Pages

    I wake up one morning with sweat dripping down my forehead and i 'm breathing very heavily. My dad comes in the room because of how scared I was. He asks me “what 's wrong?” I say “I had a dream that I was in a coma from getting hit so hard and everyone was around me crying.” I get to school and i 'm around all of my friends

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Overcoming Obstacles

    288 Words  | 2 Pages

    Albert Einstein once said, “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Although I was not born with the best bike, I have learned to pedal through all the hardships—and that has made all the differences. As a young child, I was shy and timid; however, participating in my high school Cross Country team for four years helped me come out of my shell and become more open and social.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Monica Stanger

    670 Words  | 3 Pages

    Out of seven billion people in the world. 333.1 million in the USA, 5.52 million in Minnesota, and 938 people in Watkins, Minnesota only one person could have changed my life like my grandma did. Monica Stanger was born on May 5th, 1943 third child of 15 kids. At this time in her life she had no clue what she would have grown up to be. She became a caring loving woman who influences everything I have and will every do.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Moving

    220 Words  | 1 Pages

    I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Memoir

    404 Words  | 2 Pages

    My Memoir Why are there no lines? Why are there no goals? Why were the benches not moved? Just some of the things that went wrong on 9/12/15. That is the day my soccer team won 8-0 at our first home soccer game. The tensions were high and we were stressed no lines or goals.

    Read More

  • Metaphor In 'A Monster Calls'

    416 Words  | 2 Pages

    When, I was like 5 yrs old my grandpa passed away. He was very sick he couldn't walk, talk or

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Starting Over

    812 Words  | 4 Pages

    Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Down The Slammed Door

    283 Words  | 2 Pages

    Have you ever felt the anger behind something? Have your parents ever fought? Have you ever witnessed this fight? This is the story of the slammed door.

    Read More

  • Descriptive Essay On A Haunted House

    841 Words  | 4 Pages

    All of a sudden, I heard a huge bang and then a scream from a woman. My nerves jumped up a little bit, and I started to have some second thoughts about going in. However, it was too late, and we were already in. The worker showed my dad, my brother, and I, a long, narrow hallway we were supposed to follow.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Nightmares

    1334 Words  | 6 Pages

    I was looking out the window and saw little deers playing , they were so adorable but then suddenly a big elder deer came running onto the street while my dad was on his phone checking the gps , i had yelled “ dad watch out “ , he turned the steering wheel round and round me and jill only had our seatbelts on but moms and dads broke. The car was going in circles and we stopped by the car getting crashed into a big tree. The problem was the car had crashed by the front of the car. I looked over at jill she had s few cuts because of the window being broken but then i had seen something i never ever wanted to see , my parents they , they were covered with blood i had shaken jill and told her mom and dad had cuts and covered in blood.

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative: My Journey To The Door

Open Document