Personal Narrative

How could this have happened to me ' I questioned myself aloud . I held my face in my hands trying to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself into . I sat on the end of the bottom bunk in a tiny cell praying that someone would get me out . I raised my head and began to peer into the cold , gray walls trying to pretend that I was in my room instead . I arose and paced in a circle . The bottom of my feet froze inside my white socks as they skated across

the cold pool of cool gray color across the floor . I continued to pace until I found myself sitting on the edge of the bunk with the same question rippling across my lips : How could this have happened to me ? I haven 't done anything to deserve this ' I shouted aloud in a demanding tone . However , at that very moment , I realized that everything I had been doing up until this very moment played a delicate yet tedious role in the reasoning behind why I was in a cell

It was only a few months earlier that the same relentless thought encompassed my mind . That could never happen to me ! What could make someone do such an ignorant thing ' I questioned aloud as the evening Fox 2 news rambled of a discovery of a body found inside a drug house I don 't think I could be that dumb to get mixed up in drugs ' I continued . My eyes unremittedly peered into the television screen while my mind simultaneously floated through my own napve thoughts of invincibility . I felt immune to the pressures and temptations of the outside world as if no one or anything could penetrate my existence . My wonderings were interrupted by the loud opening thrust of the front door

Hey honey ' my mom almost yelled with hilarity . How was your day

It was ok . Do you see this crap on TV dad ' I asked in disgust of what I had just seen on the evening news

Yeah . They 're so many crazy people out there . I 'm just glad that we 've raised you to be wiser than the rest of people in the world ' my dad explained in a mellow tone . I shook my head in concurrence , but inside there was secret curiosity lurking something that my parents couldn 't conceive

The next morning , I awakened to the annoying sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my ear . I slowly arose out of bed dreading the thought of waking up in the morning and going to another boring day of school . I only had a year and a half to go , and it seemed like junior year was flying by with spring break right around the corner . I rushed into the shower in fear of being late again . I slipped on some clothes and rushed out the door . I hurriedly jogged past the opening door of my high school only to...