Personal Narrative-Kaitlyn

“Kyle, please no, don’t do this. We can work it out, you know we can.”
“I’m sorry Kaitlyn, it’s just not working out very well between us. Maybe we can try again another time.”
“No, don’t go, please Kyle, no.”
As he opened his car door he looked back at me, sighed, and then ducked into the driver seat. I sank down onto the sidewalk. I could feel the hot tears on my face, they dripped off, giving the tulips a scorching shower. I fell over and huddled into a ball, trying to escape from the outside world. That’s where my mom found me an hour later when she came home from work. That’s the position I stayed in until she dragged me up onto my feet and swept me into the house. When I got upstairs to my room, the sobs kept bursting out and I felt like