Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Debill, Kansas

Growing up in DeBill, Kansas, I always wanted to move, or I’d try running away every other week. DeBill was known to about four thousand people and a 2A State Championship win from 1966 that is still the talk of the town. I always nicknamed us, “Ghost Town, USA”. I absolutely hated and often wondered why we couldn’t just move the 45 miles down south to Kansas City, but Mom was adamant that we were not going to move away from the town she was from. Then she’d us the excuse of being a teacher and dad managing the town corn mill the reason we couldn’t move away. I was told that we were “meant” to be here. Just because they grew up here doesn’t mean that I wanted to grow up here. After my birthday, I never had to worry about that again. July 17th, 1982, I Claire Fairmont, was killed. It was my 18th birthday and I wanted to celebrate by going to Kansas City, Kansas and spending the night at one of my friends deer camps. I couldn’t wait and had planned for weeks what all we would do.
Leaving town there was one carload of the girls who stayed the night, all of my closest friends, Emily, Carol, Joanne, Elizabeth and …show more content…
I wonder how long he has been at this. This game. Shuffling away he grabs a pair of scissors and comes behind me. He takes my hair and puts it together making a make-shift ponytail. Takes the scissors and cuts it off. Brings it to his nose and sniffs it. Then looks at me with some type of anger in his eyes. I can’t quite meet him there. He trudges over and takes my neck in his hands. He picks me up, the air becoming tight in my throat. I can feel the blood leaving my head and becoming numb. My eyes are fixed on his, my full of forgiveness and his full of vengeance. He tightens is grip while a struggle. I can start to feel myself lose consciousness and get light-headed. The last thing I see is a triumphant smile of Charlie. Then a wave a blackness washes over me. Everything is dark.