Personal Narrative: Bettendorf High School

Since moving to Bettendorf for my High School years I have learned more than I could imagine and for that, I will be grateful for forever. I have learned more about myself, more in school, and most importantly I have learned from my mistakes including how to fix them to prevent myself from ever making them again. Everyone makes mistakes and may possibly get in trouble for these. I will never forget Bettendorf High School nor February 28th, 2018.
February 28th was a day that has changed how I think about my best friends, and also made think about everyone a lot more than I did before. My best friends were Vanessa, and Elyah, they are my family as well and we have been close since freshman year. Although we have gotten in trouble together, …show more content…
Vanessa had than me a list that I had made her with a couple assignments crossed out, then she said: “Are you guys ready to go to my house so we can finish the rest of the assignments there?”. Elyah then jumped into the conversation and then says “Yes, let’s just go”. I did not want to leave, but I ended up getting up after they had walked out the room, so I ran down the hallways to catch up to them. We then walked out the doors like every day previously, and what exactly happened next I do not know for sure, but I have been told some of what came next. I do know that I was locked out like they always did, so as always I hopped on the front, not because I am crazy nor dangerous, but because when I did that before they always opened the door, but they did not this time. This day was different apparently because somehow I ended up falling off the car, and getting hit by the car. Apparently, after that, they picked me up, and took me to Vanessa's house and did not tell anyone for almost an …show more content…
I obviously have gotten in cars since, and I can ride in them with no problems. However, if I have to walk in front of a car that is already started my heart races and I trust that they will not press on the pedals at all. Along when I have to get into the car and I am last to get to the car my heart drops because I hope that I am not locked out. I have faced many health issues with my injuries, and many people have told me that they pray for me, and they hope I will be okay, but when people hope I am okay I do not think about myself, I think about Vanessa and Elyah. I am not very religious, but I do know I am not the one who needs help. Instead of me being focused on me I think that they need help with what they are facing and what they did which makes them not tell people what really