Personal Narrative: A Day In The Trailer

The damp, dirty air made breathing difficult and unbearable in the constricted, small box that I had been forced into time and time again. The only light that filtered into the dark trailer came from a tiny square window that allowed for a limited, but relieving, amount of fresh, clean air. I had finally become accustomed to this type of jerking transportation that did not allow for comfortable rest, but I heard the screech of the trailer as the brakes were slammed on, and soon after, the trailer was being opened, and I became ecstatic with the thought of sunshine and open space awaiting me outside. The blinding light pierced my eyes as I was slowly led toward a crowd of people cheering and chanting my name. The crowd of people swallowed me up as they all began to gather around me, cameras flashing from every side of me and yells coming from every direction I seemed to turn.
Kent was always by my side ever since I was born; I don’t remember a day in my life that Kent didn’t come visit me in my lonely and barren pasture. The excruciating noise and heat made me uncomfortable and irritable, but with one look from Kent I became calmer and less agitated. I soon realized that there would be no time for rest as I was pushed into a narrow, gated-in space that I had become so accustomed to. Having been in this spaces like this one many times before, I knew what was to happen