Personal Narrative: An Emotional Ride

An Emotional Ride Clothes. Check. Books. Check. Tickets. Check. I was packing my belongings into bags and boxes. My clothes were in my black suitcase, my school books in my briefcase and any other living and dorm gear in cardboard boxes. I was taping up my last box, when my mother walked in my room. “We are going to miss you here,” she said, “ but you’ll be just fine. Are you all packed?” “I am working on this last box, then I will be ready to pack up the car.” “Once you are packed you should say goodbye to Quinn. He is going to miss you too.” my mother said sadly. “I will.” Carl was waiting for me by his car. He drove a black Dodge Charger. This car was Carl’s personality, classy and cool. I rolled my suitcase and carried my briefcase …show more content…
Even though it was such a little trinket, it had already sparked many memories. As I held this card in my hand it said: Invitation to ride. Year of 2013 city bus card! I couldn’t help but love this gift!It was exactly what I needed, a way to get around the city that would not be walking or riding a bike. “Thanks guys.” , I said, “ It means a lot.” “And your other present,” Russ said Quinn rolls out onto the porch in his blue wheelchair. His eyes were not the mischievous eyes he had a month ago, but they had a look of joy and sadness. His eyes were like a sunset on a lake. The sunset is the joy part of his eyes, probably from being outside but also for the fact that he was happy for me, going to my dream school. Then the lake, was the sad part of his eyes. His eyes were watering tears of mourning because I was leaving. “I wanted to come out and say goodbye.” Quinn says, tears now rolling down his face. I tried to stay strong and not cry in this situation. I had never cried over an emotional point in my life. When my parents divorced, I didn’t shed a single tear. When I was packing today, my eyes were dry as a desert. It wasn’t because I wasn’t sad, but it was because I just don’t cry. But in this point, this time, I couldn’t help but have the sweet tears of pure joy roll down my checks. I cried. A cry of delight. A healthy …show more content…
As I glanced back at Quinn and he mouthed something that I would have never imagined that either of us would ever ever say. “I love you.” Those words touched me and I absorbed every single part of that sentence. With no thought I replied with “I love you too.” I didn’t process the thought like I had always had. I just said it. The words just flowed out of me and I said it with my whole heart. As we drove farther and farther away from home , I was staring at the clouds and making out figures. I had spotted a bird and a pig, but then I saw something. It was so detailed I knew that it was a trick immediately. The cloud was Cassandra. She stared at me with the evil devil eyes. “Good luck Blake. We will meet again.” she said. I put that thought out of my mind as the charger approached the airport. When we went inside a man checked my bags. However, he looked familiar. He didn’t have a right arm but his left arm was twice the size of a normal arm. It was