Personal Narrative: Wild
Okay, so, this story may be a little embarrassing, or a little pointless to write about. I mean, who wants to hear a story about how a twelve year-old flipped over a golf cart? Also, that stupid girl also got tendonitis for about the whole summer. Yep, that girl was me. It all started after my 7th grade science MSL, my last standardized test of the year. I was ecstatic! My friend, Ally, and I were picked up early by my sister, Taylor. On the way home we had gotten some Sonic to eat for lunch, along with slushies that made both teenage girls be even more hyperactive than they were before. While we were sitting in my, not so tidy room, we both had a brilliant idea to do something totally wild. “Why don’t we go on the golf cart,” Ally inquired, “your dad just had it fixed up and painted.” “Uh,” I murmured, greatly knowing that my dad would kill me if he found out that we rode the brand new golf cart without him home or knowing, “Sure!” Now listen, I like to
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“Y’all deserved what you got for disobeying the law.” This is the reason I hate policemen, he was being so rude! I don’t even know what Darrel was thinking when he said that! After that, it was mostly a blur, I remember a man in a black car driving us home. I now know how dangerous that was, and would never do that again. Once we got home my ankle was hurting even worse and I couldn't walk. But this is the part that surprised me, when my dad got home, he didn't yell. He hugged Ally and I tighter than he ever had before, and told us everything was okay and he was glad we were safe. More blur, because I did my very best to forget about this, but I remember taking a hot shower and being absolutely terrified that the shower was gonna flip over. And some (a lot) of post-traumatic stress disorder, in the car ride to the Orthopedic doctor. Once they had a thorough examination of my incident, they came to the conclusion that I had a ‘wicked-severe’ case of
“Y’all deserved what you got for disobeying the law.” This is the reason I hate policemen, he was being so rude! I don’t even know what Darrel was thinking when he said that! After that, it was mostly a blur, I remember a man in a black car driving us home. I now know how dangerous that was, and would never do that again. Once we got home my ankle was hurting even worse and I couldn't walk. But this is the part that surprised me, when my dad got home, he didn't yell. He hugged Ally and I tighter than he ever had before, and told us everything was okay and he was glad we were safe. More blur, because I did my very best to forget about this, but I remember taking a hot shower and being absolutely terrified that the shower was gonna flip over. And some (a lot) of post-traumatic stress disorder, in the car ride to the Orthopedic doctor. Once they had a thorough examination of my incident, they came to the conclusion that I had a ‘wicked-severe’ case of