Narrative Essay On Sevyn's Life On Frenchmen Street

“Sevyn!” “Sevyn!” Four figures were appearing in a boat, jumping out fast. Sevyn was on top of her house when she heard her name being called. She noticed her dad, a national guard and three other men approaching her. They were telling her jump off the roof into their arms. Sevyn hesitated for a few minutes, but finally jumped when her dad started to yell. They caught and placed her into the boat. She is frightened because she’s very lost as to what’s going on around her. Her dad had a very nerous look because he thought Sevyn was gone for good. Her dad was telling her that she had to go back to the convention center until Wednesday. Sevyn wasn’t too happy she had to go back there alone. She started crying low covering her face. “Sergeant!”
Walking further on the street, it started to get so cold. I was freezing and lost. The wind was blowing so hard. You could hear tree branches breaking and leaves moving about. I saw a sign that read Frenchmen Street. On Frenchmen Street the water was real low and a tree had fallen into someone’s home. My mothers always told me don’t go on Frenchmen Street because there were drug dealers and gang members, but I had no other choice. After crossing the tree, I walked down the street looking around. It was real quiet. You could only still hear the wind. Walking through the low water made me even colder. It was just too cold to walk in, so I sat on someone’s porch. The house was bordered up and said KEEP OUT across the door in bold print. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed there long but I had nowhere else to go. I got up and pushed on the door and it opened. When I peeped inside I didn’t hear or see anything. I walked in and left the door opened behind me. I walked in the kitchen to look for food I searched nearly everything from the refrigerator to drawers and cabinets. There was no luck for me. I walked in someone’s room to look around, but I saw a weird looking man on the floor
That’s about all Ms. Valencia.” When I looked up at her she sat in shock and finally told me I was the bravest little girl she knew. She couldn’t believe I survived on my own but neither did I. She told me I should get some rest and be ready for tomorrow. I soon fell asleep excited about tomorrow. Wednesday morning I was awoken by my dad. I was so happy. I jumped up and hugged the tightest I could. He stated the buses will be here soon and his chief released him to come along with me. When the buses finally came me, and my dad aborted bus 2. It took us all the way to Baton Rouge, where my mom and six were waiting. My dad told me all his stories on the ride there till he fell asleep. I was too anxious so I stayed up the whole ride whistling my tunes. We pulled up to some building where there were so many people outside. The buses dismissed us, and me and my father walked looking for six and my mother. I saw people finding their families but no sign of them. We almost gave up until I heard my name being yelled. When I turned around it was them. My dad and I met them half way and hugged. We cried in joy and promised not to let anyone out our sight anymore. That moment I knew I was no longer LOST