Personal Narrative - Lost in Nowehere

Personal Narrative We lost our path somewhere in the forest and suddenly my friend sighed: “The flashlight is broken. My phone has no signal and it is so freaking dark here, I can’t see anything.” “I know buddy, but we get to go on, we can’t stay in place like this. I have a feeling that we are really close.” I replied. “That is just your imagination! And it is freezing. I think I can’t even feel my legs. I hate snow so much.” “Instead of your meaningless complaints help me to find a way back to our cottage. Otherwise we will catch a cold here or some bear will eat us alive.” He had nothing to say. It all began few hours ago. I just turned 16 and we decided to go on a school trip. Our trip took place in Carpathian Mountains. The Carpathians are a huge mountain range spreading from Slovakia to Romania. This place is ideal for skiing, but it’s quite dangerous. It provides the habitat for the largest European populations of brown bears, wolves, and lynxes therefore in past many human-wild life conflicts occurred. Later that day, our class climbed on the hill and I brought up my snowboard along. I made a huge mistake. After a long time I really enjoyed riding snowboarding. Unfortunately it would not be me if an accident didn’t occur. Suddenly a tree appeared in front of my eyes and I just couldn’t stop stare on it like an idiot. I tried to dodge quickly, but I slipped and felt hardly on my hand. When I stood up. I realized that something was wrong, then glanced over my hand and could not move with my wrist. My friend saw me and yelled at me: “Are you alright?” I looked at him with sick expression and replied: “I think I broke my hand, call the ambulance please.” “Should not we tell teacher first?” He added. “And can you see him around? Just call the ambulance, I think I have a concussion. We will call them later.” “Alright.”