Personal Narrative: My Experience In A Jail

A long thin needle stick into my skin. My blood goes through the needle into the container from my arm. The needle gets pull out and the blood remains on my arm covers by a bandage. A police leads me to a room. The moment I walk into the room, I see some strange kids are looking at me. I find a clean spot and slowly sit down. The room is dark, but it is bright enough to see everything around me. Everyone sits away from each other just like I am and no one is talking. The smell of the jail is very salty that makes me want to sneeze. The jail wall is painted grey with some cracks. The door is made by iron with a big window where the light is coming from and I can see the outside of the room by looking through it. When I look up, the roof is slowing watering …show more content…
I ask myself. Why am I in the jail? What did I do wrong? Will my parents pick me up? Will I stay in the jail for the rest of my life? I put my head down on my knee and trying to pretend I am not in the jail. I am thinking about my future. I never thought I will be in the jail because I am always being a good kid who never gets into any trouble. My dream is to become a man who can help everyone around the world, but the dream will not come true anymore because I am in the jail which means I am a bad guy and I might stay in here for the rest of my life. Finally, a kid talks, “Do you guys know how long do we have to stay in here?”. Another kid responds, “I heard that we are waiting for our parents to pick us up. I am very sure my parents will not pick me up because I am in trouble.” The room starts having a little chatting but I do not involve to any. At that moment, I see one of my friends is passing by my jail room and I realize we are all separating into different rooms. The smell from outside makes my stomach starts whining. I hope my parents will buy tons of food when they pick me up, but that will not happen. Someone opens the door. It is a police who brings food for us to