Personal Narrative-It's On The Road

Nevertheless, fifty yards from her dearest friend Estelle Louise’s dirt driveway, the truck’s bald tires skidded across a massive oil slick. As a result, the pickup spins uncontrollably in loose circles as it continues down the middle of the narrow country road, before it finally slithers sideways and abruptly stops. She guffaws when she realized the Chevy had

The woman with the long black skirt opened the door, while wiping the tears from her eyes. A man on the other side of the door asked the woman, do you want to save your son. A boy with fair hair came running to the door when he heard the murmurs of his mother. The boy with the fair hair tried to listen but wasn 't able to hear the response the woman gave the man. The woman didn 't know if she should go through the nuclear war together or should save her son.

Olivia cut the call, she could feel the tension in her voice. Her mother never talked to her in such a tone before. She hurriedly got up from the bed and started walking towards the door. "Olivia, where are you going?" "I'm sorry, I have to leave.

He employs the use of Erin Kaplan’s death and the serious injuries inflicted on her children during a car crash to appeal to the readers fear of not only harming themselves, but harming their loved ones. He provides the reader with the chilling fact that, “Had the United States kept pace with the rest of the world, are 10,000 fewer Americans each year - or almost thirty each day - would be killed. By proving her story and the statistic, the author is attempting to appeal to the readers fear, and convince them to change their driving habits. The author similarly appeals to emotion by appealing to the sympathy of the reader. He demonstrates the tragedy of these death through his statement about the life of those who die in car crashes, and how “Many of the victims, like Erin Kaplan, were young and healthy.”

Now, Racine paid the bill and then she slowly walked Roxie out of the booming restaurant atmos-phere to her car. In the next 10 minutes Roxie and Racine received their cars together. Both ladies drove their expensive black Mercedes down Market street to the 110 freeway with Racine driving closely behind Roxie. Soon - Racine, was speeding wanting to get caught while she was dialing her B-plan to Ra-heem’s cousin ALI via text.

“I’m so sorry. He died at the scene of the wreck. The Truck landed on him and killed him instantly.” I laid there in silence and began crying. He then took my hand and said, “I’m so sorry for your loss.

Kevin 's out cold for a few minutes. He wakes up in the trunk trying to get his thoughts together. Trying to think of why all this is happening to him. Trying to think of a logical reason why someone would do this. As they are driving along, the smooth road turns rocky.

“Who brought you here? Are you okay?” As he removes the tape from her mouth and the ropes that held her to a rusty chair, she can barely speak. He takes her back to his house and gets her a glass of water. She’s exhausted and dehydrated, but manages to tell him what she knows.

The corners of Brody’s mouth turn up as her looks down, “yeah… she certainly was” he

Linda pokes her head out from behind the dark heavy curtain that separates the cab from the sleeper. With her sleepy eyes and a genital voice reminds me to turn on the mirror heaters, the windshield wipers and slow the truck to an appropriate speed. Linda quietly disappears behind the sleeper curtains just as calmly as she appeared. My heart racing from the excitement and beauty loudly beats in my chest as if I had just run a race. I watch into the distance as I slowly move down a long and winding road.

“Ma 'am, I 'm gonna try my hardest ta keep myself straight. I might’ve fell off the wagon, but I’s got back up, didn 't I?” “Yes, sir, you sure did! “ “And, I’s a keep pickin’ myself up as long as I has y’all ta lean on…” “I talked with Henry last night and we have decided to move up to Cherokee County.

Asher, please, let us go. I can't. I'm supposed to... To what? To lose you.”

If you hadn’t gone, she might not have run away!’ I rubbed my face where he had hit me when I begged him not to sell Sam. ‘You didn’t have to go!’ ‘You were turning into something I didn’t want to stay near.’ Silence.

"Don't look at me like that. It's not as if you'll never see me again." Stevie laughed, trying to joke while she really wanted to cry. "It won't be the same." He told her, the hold he had on her tightening even more.

The Road Trip Toby shoved the last bite of toast, dripping with red jelly into his mouth then leaned back in his chair. Breakfast had been a makeshift meal consisting of whatever you wanted to fix. He had a large bowl of sugar coated corn flakes, toast with lots of jelly and a glass of milk. His dad, mom and sister Heather were all busy scurrying around the house getting ready for a road trip to New Orleans. His sister’s “Cheer” team was in a final competition there and his folks had volunteered to take Heather and two of her friends to the meet.