Personal Narrative On The Thinning

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The Thinning I sit in a dim lit classroom with my classmates all around. I hear the teacher’s raspy voice say “One minute left to finish”. I am so terrified that I might fail. I can’t fail, I can’t go to the Thinning, my family needs me and I can’t leave Jake. I know he will probably be fine without me and move on with his life, but I still like to think that he would need me. I have one more question, I tell myself. Then I will be done and I don't have to worry about the test until next year. Jake also promised me that tonight we would go out to eat at my favorite restaurant, Louie's Cafe. They make the best cheesecake there. It is my favorite thing ever. I bring myself back to reality and answer the last question. After I hit the green button on the bottom of the tablet it says that my test has been completed and the teacher will announce the results in 30 minutes. I push the off button and the tablet screen goes black. I set it on my desk …show more content…

After they list off about twenty people all I can think about is after they call the last person's name, I can go on with my normal life until next year and after next year I don’t have to take another test ever again. Then the unthinkable happens. The person reading the results say “Cassie Anderson.” Jake grabs my hand, I look him in the eyes and I see three different emotion I have never seen before. Anger, terrified and determination. The guards come marching to my seat and grab me by my arms. I am still to shocked to realize what is going on. Jake tries to pull me back but the guards are too strong. Jake screams at the am them at the top of his lungs to let me go but, they do not listen. The last thing I hear is Jake yelling, “ I love you Cassie and I will save you if it is the last thing I do”. Then, blackness engulfs me and overwhelms me from the inside

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