Personal Narrative

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I remember it like it was yesterday. I have thought the whole event over so many times the memory is burned into my mind like a tattoo. It’s hard for me to forget such a incident when I feel like I’m the whole reason why it happened. That if I had done something different it would have been all okay. If I could have went back and changed something all the pain and trouble would have been avoided. That’s another thing I learned. One can’t go back in time and changer his/her mistakes. He/she has to move on and learn and use those mistakes as a guideline on what to do and not to do in life. It’s funny because I remember waking up that morning feeling like it was going to be a great day that nothing bad was going to happen. How very wrong I was. The day was pretty cold it was in late January almost February of last year. That time where winter is changing to spring and there is all that nasty weather in between. I had track practice that day and I had woke up a little late. So I was rushing through my daily morning routine of shower, brushing my teeth, etc,. I was rushing a bit more than usual because I was taking two people to practice. I have only had my license for almost a month. So I was only allowed one person in the car, but being a careless teenager I did not think it was that big of a deal. I did not want my mom to get suspicious and guess my plan. I’m a terrible liar and as soon as she would ask me about it she would be able to read me like an open book. I tried to make it less obvious that I was running behind. I was just about to walk out the door when my mom stopped me. I will never forget the conversation I had with my mom that morning. It was almost ironic with what happened that day. I remember her turning looking at me dead seriously saying “Kayla I think you should stay home today, I have a bad feeling.” Of course I didn’t think much of it. Which is usually the case with teenagers and their parents and I was no exception. My mom worried about...
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