Race-Personal Narrative

Bang! The gun blasted, ringing in her ears as people all around her jumped and the screaming began. Her brain yelled, “run!” but her legs wouldn’t move. People scrambled away, panickedly jumping over anything in their path; their only goal to run as fast as they could out of there. Mobs of bodies were shrieking with fear, and finally her feet responded as they darted forward, following the rest of the fleeing group. “Get away!” her brain yelled. Her eyes blurred and she could hardly see, but her feet kept moving, tripping over themselves, but moving. By the time she saw the bar on the ground, it was too late. Before she knew it, she was falling, tumbling onto the ground, colliding with the rough surface and feeling her leg break with a disturbing snap. Helplessly she clawed, trying to pull herself up and flee, but it was no use. It was all over now… …show more content…
The three of us, Alicia, Sarah, and I, were running our warm up before our first big track meet of the season as she panicked over running the 100m hurdles. The harsh wind was blowing relentlessly in our faces making them numb, and the sky was awfully gray and cloudy for an April day. The wet track squishing beneath our soles didn’t help, nor did Alicia’s whining. She kept wondering out loud why she even wanted to jump over 10 three foot high metal bars in under 20 seconds, and Sarah and I were pretty much zoning out as we rounded the final bend of our assigned