Personal Narrative Essay

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As I walked along the sidewalk, I noticed the cracks in the pavement which spoke of tales known to only hard labor workers. It was then when I realized my life as a teenage adolescent boy was about to change. The cold breeze echoed sounds of silence, which sent shivers down my spine once it touched my skin. The midnight sky was full of stars as though drops of rain on a window pane, captivating and clear. Not like the ones on the reservation, but the view was adequately similar because on the reservation there are no lights and tall building blocking the view. The smell of fresh trees masked the grotesque smell of carbon dioxide polluting the air, but hey we need some type of means of transportation. Suddenly I was swimming in a sea of silence. …show more content…

Sarah Reyes, a petite young latina girl, was sitting on the bleachers in front of me during a soccer game. She was the talk of the town and always seemed to catch the boy's attention. I guess she was a looker. Then spontaneously out of nowhere a soccer ball came flying out of thin air and hit her flat in the face. I, with the cat like reflexes I have, had caught the ball. Ironically, when I was catching the ball through mid air, she was catching a mouth full of mine or should I say a head full. The impact of the ball made her fly back head first into my family jewels. I then screamed out “Freakersticks!” because my mouth couldn't sum up the strength to say the F word. Ever since then it has been apart of my vocabulary. I suppose I tend to use the word so much, it caused others to adopted it as well. It’s a word I and those around me use when we get into sticky situations. “Hey man, what’s your problem? Leave us alone” I shouted trying to hide the fear in my voice. My body began to quiver uncontrollably. Even though I was on the verge of peeing my pant, I was preparing myself to engage in some type of confrontation with this creep. Melanie had the grip of a pregnant women going into labor didn’t help my striking fear either. Suddenly the car window slowly rolled down. .

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