Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer

the brilliant blue we were used to. We did not know this at the time,

we were about to face the worst time of our lives. But for some of us,

including me, it would be much worse. Of course we didn't know that

then, all we knew was the fear and the confusion. There were so many

thoughts running through my head, but mainly, "Why her?" Because it

was Sarah who had been murdered; my best friend.

"Come along girls, get into your dormitories as quickly as you can,

and lock your doors until further notice! A teacher will check up on

you every ten to fifteen minutes." Mrs Tierney ordered. Mrs Tierney

was our head teacher, and one of the toughest women you would ever

meet, but she was scared. I could see it in her eyes; the way she

couldn't look directly at any of us, as though she was afraid of what

she might see. Before I knew it we were all in our dormitories, I must

have been in some sort of a daze. But throughout all of this I managed

not to cry, Sarah wouldn't of wanted me to, she was all I could think

about. I knew that if she was here now, and it was someone else she'd

have done the same, she wouldn't want to make it any worse for the

other. The next thing I knew Charlotte came running up to me, "Becky,"

she sobbed, "I can't believe it; no one deserves that!" By "that" she