Personal Narrative: A Day Before Dying

My phone screen lit up as if a million fireflies were trapped beneath the glassy surface. I triumphantly scrolled through the list of notifications, certain that this time my parents would answer me. To my dismay, I realized that none of these messages were from them. I felt my eyes become glossy as I assured myself that they were simply busy. I attempted to call them, but was redirected to immediate voicemail. As I dazed off into the distance, I felt a sweaty palm brush against my shoulder. Startled, I whipped my hair around and faced the culprit.
“Get your hands off of me! Looking at you, this shirt is probably more expensive than all of your belongings put together,” I exclaimed as I stomped away. Many eyes were trained on me as if I had
Cmon” he stated while heading in the direction of the roller coaster. My eyes grew wide and my legs turned into noodles. I felt my knees begin to buckle and I struggled to remain upright. The garish letters spelling out “Superman” didn't fail to intimidate me. Connor caught up with the rest of the group at the gate, and they all stared at me.
“Isabel!” Jenna hollered, “Are you afraid of roller coasters or something?” She smirked and held up the loser symbol.
“Haha very funny. I've been riding roller coasters since I was five. Let's go” I said, attempting to move my legs normally. As soon as I arrived at the gate, Jenna and Connor grabbed my wrist and thrusted me into the line.
“Took you long enough! We have to catch up with the group” he stated while weaving through the crowd. After walking for what felt like forever, we were relieved to see the countenances of our
We slowly ascended up the steel hill that led to an incredibly large drop. The incessant screech of metal against metal allowed me a minute of pure bliss, a period of time where I was dauntless. We finally arrived at the top of the drop, where we sat for a while. We looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we were on top of the world. In an instant, our cart bolted down the drop. My long blonde hair became tangled in the forceful winds, and I screamed with joy. Butterflies arose in my stomach as I willingly threw my hands in the air. Ever so slightly, my chest felt as if a little bit of pressure had been lifted from it. I worriedly glanced at the rest of the group, and they seemed to be fine. I assured myself that I was just paranoid and tried to push the harness back down again. To my surprise, the harness became looser and looser. I started to panic once I realized that something was seriously wrong. I tried to speak, but nothing would come out. I managed to release a dog-like yelp, and frantically reached for Jenna. My hand searched the entire seat for anything resembling life, but I found nothing. Jenna was gone and I hadn’t even noticed. Hot tears started streaming down my face as I desperately tried to lock my harness back in place. The only thing preventing the harness from loosening all the way was the tiny seatbelt connecting it to my seat. This iota of protection was not