Personal Narrative: My Loving Girlfriend

It’s another dark rainy day on this depressing island as we sit here crying and wallowing in our own misery. We have been here for countless days and endless nights. I ask myself, “how did we get here,” and she asks every day, “Will she die?” All I know is that we need to get the hell off this peninsula of melancholy, this fortress of sorrow. I think loudly to myself “Can someone save us from this solitude from the outside world!”

Allow me to introduce myself I go by the name of CJ. I’m your average teen with an average life but with a crazy story. It all started one scorching hot morning in late August. I met up with a girl named Mary Doe, who was very special because she was my girl. I first met her in elementary school on the playground and we started off hating each other but throughout elementary and middle school we always had the same classes together until we got to high school where it dawned on me I really loved her and it sucked not being able to see her as often again. I musterd up some confidence and asked her out Freshman year and we have been a unit up until even now in our last year of high school we were so close, at least until we are by ourselves. We argue and fight two male bucks, constantly bumping heads. This girl was also one interesting girl. She had long golden hair that shined as brighter than the sun at high noon. She had long thin legs, crystal blue eyes, and caramel colored skin. She’s everything that I do and don’t want in life so she is like my contradiction but unfortunately I love her.

“Hurry up you irrelevant dummy,” she said.

“Don’t rush me you little she-beast. I’m really getting tired of you calling me out my name. Why can’t you act like a normal girlfriend, instead you act like a r...

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...rey. I look the stern face men in their eyes not in fear but in determination that I would bust me and Mary Doe out of this place no matter what. I look left then right finally I grab Mary Doe’s hand and begin to charge down the narrow path way in the building like a bull seeing red.

Mary Doe cries, “Oh my god, hurry CJ they are coming.”

“Listen here woman I’m running as fast as I can.” I replied breathing heavily.

The men in blue along with the mysterious man that approached up were well on our tails as if they were greyhounds running at a race track so I guess you could say we were the mechanical rabbit being chased. We eventually dipped around a corner into a room unknowing to us. We hid in the room while our chasers went around looking for us. We sat down to catch our breaths and to finally figure out how to get out of here when suddenly, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!