How To Write A Narrative Essay About Leaving Home

I looked outside my bedroom as the sunlight shone, streaming through my window leaving me blinded for a second. It was already afternoon, outside looked pretty peaceful the sun started to appear as the ground was filled with green, yellow and orange leaves. All I was able to hear were leaves being crunched over by people footsteps. Who would have imagined a day as beautiful and peaceful would turn out to be one of the most terrifying and unimaginable day of my life!!!!!

In the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping, I woke up hearing noises but didn’t want to pay much attention to it as it had been happening a lots lately. The more I tried to ignore it, the louder it got but this time it felt different then the others times. This

My dad and my big brother went downstairs in the kitchen to go bring some water bottles and some cooking sticks for protection. My brother had the flashlight on while following my dad. Just as they were heading back upstairs a bunch of rocks were thrown to the window leaving it shattered, small broken pieces of glass were everywhere on the ground. My brother ran really fast into the room blubbering something but by the time he got upstairs he was out of breath. He was sweating crazy, and his eyes were popping out wide as if he saw something very terrifying. (tutaenda kufa )Were going to die he said. My dad told my brother to stop shouting out loud so they don 't hear anything.Were all in my parents bedroom siting on the floor patiently all crowded and quietly, all we could hear was each other breathing. All the windows were being smashed with rocks as the bad guys were climbing on top and trying to enter the house. We heard voice saying “were coming for you guys” I could tell that it must have been a gang because the way they were talking. We all started panicking and couldn’t think clearly at all, my dad then got up and grabbed the wooden stick he had brought from the kitchen, holding it with his sweaty palms close to the door while my brother’s friend “Salome” was calling the police. The police asked him all of different kind questions but all we wanted in this situation was for them to come rescue us but nobody seemed to come help us at all. He spent like two hours talking to the police and kept on calling for help. Salome was tall, young and skinny, he had a pointy long nose and curly hair that touched his shoulders. His face was square. One of his hand was on his hip and other one he was using it to hold the phone. I remember that day like it was