Personal Narrative: How Wasco Changed My Life

I was on my way home, already really late, when I met the eyes of a coyote. All was well until that moment. Let's back up a little bit though and see how I got to this point. It was about 6:00 p.m and my friends and I were meeting up with our other friends in a little town called Wasco. We all took our bikes there because it was a nice night. At about 6:30 p.m we finally made it to Wasco. Wasco is where everyone liked to hang out have a little fun in Mcdonald's or the outpost gas station. When we all met up we played a lot of basketball games. My team obviously won because I am the best basketball player ever. Anyways, we were having fun until darkness covered the whole town.
I checked my phone and I saw 7:45 p.m and thought to myself, “This isn’t good. I have to be home at 8:00 p.m or else I will have to face some consequences.” I told my friends that we should all head back because it was getting dark. They wouldn’t listen to me, they thought that we would be fine if we just play basketball a little more. I listened to them because I didn’t want to go home alone. After one more game it was 8:00 p.m. I told them I am leaving without them because it was getting way too dark and I knew my parents wanted me to get home as soon as possible. Then I was on my way to the trail.

You can’t see anything around you and there are animals that could attack you. I was on my way home riding my bike. I was as scared as a mouse being chased by a cat. Suddenly, I felt my hip vibrating. It was my phone and I got a text from my mother. She said, “Where are you! You are super late!” I had to stop and text her back because I knew she would get mad at me if I didn’t. Then she texted me again and I had to stop, and again, and again. With her texting me I thought I would never get home. Then I decided that I wouldn’t text her and try to get home as fast as possible. That was a mistake that I will never make