French Town-Personal Narrative

As I see the train roar towards me I can smell the burning coal, it smells like the hot fires that would burn when a battle would take place in one of the villages. The train comes to a halt I think back to all the great times I had in french town but at the same time the bad times come in mind like a floodgate was opened. I step in and I am off to a new life in new york where hopefully I could do something different like find a job. When the train finally arrives at the New York station I step off hoping to start a new beginning.The smells hit you like a truck, there are so many I can’t even begin to list them all, and the people there are so many more then French Town. I had never seen so many people before except in europe when we were coming …show more content…
I told him I was francis but it seemed as the old man never stopped staring at me he gave me the keys and gave me a grunt pointing at the stairs to the left of the counter. While walking up the stairs strong odors and flickering lights met me each floor, I turned the odder seemed to be different when I turned to the 12th floor I was met with clean floors and brand new lights. It seemed like it was a totally different floor like it should not belong in this messed up building. The lock even looked different my door was white and all the other doors were dark brown. When I opened the door I was greeted by nicole and all of my gi buddies they...they were just staring there eyes started to bleed and my gi buddies started to disappear one by one until it was just nicole, I screamed their names but they were gone. It was just me and nicole in this bright bright room she started screaming why did you leave why did you leave my head started hurting and when I grabbed my face I to was bleeding from my eyes. As the room started spinning and spinning nicole's voice grew louder and louder until I was greeted by doctors yelling he's awake he's awake. And the only name in my head was Larry