Personal Narrative-Let's Hit The Road

The fright that went through my body made me want to curl up into a ball and cry. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. THUMP,THUMP,THUMP. My legs almost giving up on me. My eyes shut close. I tried opening them but they wouldn’t budge, afraid that a creature would be staring right back at me. It all started with a careless decision on a terrible camping trip. “Let’s hit the road!” My dad yells while carefully closing the trunk of our car. Hundreds of bags were stacked on top of each other filled with anything we could possibly need for 4 days. The sound of seatbelts clicking fill my ears as I climb into the car. For 2 hours it was me in the back seat, my parents in the front, repeated songs from the radio, and the millions of trees by the aside of the road. The sharp right turn makes me wake up from my thoughts. A big, worn out wooden sign reads “Pennsylvania Campground” in black letters. Setting up the tent should’ve been easy, but since it was our first time camping, it was more stressful and complex. I tried helping but I had no idea what I was doing, so I sat down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. My family was lucky enough that the lake was right in …show more content…
The grass is dead and there are patches of cement in some areas.I sit down on the yellow grass and look at my surroundings. the field is embraced by thousands of tall trees. I have to tilt my head upwards in order to see their green leaves. I stand up and kick the ball a few times, but it's not that entertaining when you’re playing by yourself. I place the ball on the ground carefully not wanting it to roll, i run up and kick it as hard as I can. The ball goes flying in the air and lands with a thud somewhere near the edge of the trees. Emily is too focused on her skateboard to notice me walking away from her to retrieve the ball. As I reach the border between the field and the woods, the bright neon soccer ball is nowhere in sight. I walk further into the