Personal Narrative: A Day In San Diego

My right arm ached as I woke from my slumber. I sat up and adjusted my body. A jolt of pain shot up my arm and I remembered it all when I saw the sling my arm rested in.

A beautiful summer day in San Diego. Sun shinning, clear skies. I was cruising down San Diego Bay with my siblings, cousins, aunt, and dad. I was so excited to see my aunt, uncle and cousins, considering I haven't seen them in years. I regretted having so much fun remembering my mother was home sick with the flu, but I pushed the thought away and continued to play on the top of the boat with my cousin. I was talking with my sister, Savannah, and cousin, Brekyn, when the boat slowed to a stop.

Confused, I stood up to see the problem. It surprised me when I saw a police boat starting to circle us. Over the loudspeaker I heard "there is a boat wreck up ahead. Please do not travel any further!" The voice was stern and serious. My face fell when they also announced all the kids were to exit the top of the boat. I sat back down. I didn't want to move, but when I saw my dad's worried face I knew I needed to follow instructions.
There was no ladder leading down to the deck area. So, I assumed someone was going to help me down. My cousin and sister were refusing to go down too. I wanted to show them what a good girl does, so I threw my legs over the side. I hung there were a second before realizing I made a terrible mistake. I forgot to ask for help. I called for help, but with all the chaos no one heard me. I arms began to tremble and loosen their grip. I couldn't hold on much longer. Finally, my arms gave out. I could see my sister reach for me, but she quickly turned around to save Brekyn from flying off the boat into the water. I fell eight feet and hit my arm on the corner of the