Personal Narrative-Mehak Kaur Prison Hole
Mehak Kaur Prison Hole
It’s the sound of death that rings every cold morning. The ear splitting screeches designed to pierce your ears, the one to cause chilling shivers down your spine. It’s the sound I wake up to every morning. The controlling sound which demands every second of my undivided attention and will not stop its unpleasant ringing. As I am left to calm myself from the atrocious trauma I still try to consider falling back to sleep, once the peace and quiet settles in once again but it seems impossible to do so. I did not have the courage to get up. Instead I stare outside the small gap between the curtains. I could see dark lurking silhouettes standing outside my window. I can hear the wind whistling and howling heavily like it just ran a marathon. The rain begins …show more content…
Once I finally register it is Monday morning which means “school.” Just hearing the words is like the screeching of nails against a chalk board.
I just hate school and I know hate is a strong word but seriously I’ve thought this through and I hate the prison hole with a strong passion. I glance at the clock again and it now read 7:10am its arm jolting faster each second. My mind starts to wonder whether to prepare for the prison hole or just stay in bed.
After coming to a conclusion, I eventually heave out of my comfortable bed and am immediately greeted with the cold atmosphere slapping me in the face causing goosebumps to erupt on my bare skin. I quickly rush to get ready, attempting to put my untamed hair reminding of a tragic birds nest into a presentable plait. I slam my the all the books I can reach into my a bag, hoping that I put all the books needed at the same time I start drowning all my cereal down my throat rapidly, so I don’t miss the bus to the prison
It’s the sound of death that rings every cold morning. The ear splitting screeches designed to pierce your ears, the one to cause chilling shivers down your spine. It’s the sound I wake up to every morning. The controlling sound which demands every second of my undivided attention and will not stop its unpleasant ringing. As I am left to calm myself from the atrocious trauma I still try to consider falling back to sleep, once the peace and quiet settles in once again but it seems impossible to do so. I did not have the courage to get up. Instead I stare outside the small gap between the curtains. I could see dark lurking silhouettes standing outside my window. I can hear the wind whistling and howling heavily like it just ran a marathon. The rain begins …show more content…
Once I finally register it is Monday morning which means “school.” Just hearing the words is like the screeching of nails against a chalk board.
I just hate school and I know hate is a strong word but seriously I’ve thought this through and I hate the prison hole with a strong passion. I glance at the clock again and it now read 7:10am its arm jolting faster each second. My mind starts to wonder whether to prepare for the prison hole or just stay in bed.
After coming to a conclusion, I eventually heave out of my comfortable bed and am immediately greeted with the cold atmosphere slapping me in the face causing goosebumps to erupt on my bare skin. I quickly rush to get ready, attempting to put my untamed hair reminding of a tragic birds nest into a presentable plait. I slam my the all the books I can reach into my a bag, hoping that I put all the books needed at the same time I start drowning all my cereal down my throat rapidly, so I don’t miss the bus to the prison