Personal Narrative On Being Homeless

When I was younger about 12 years of age in Brooklyn, New York I felt like my life was coming to an end by a very neglectful man driving. It was a late night, mother and I were visiting my aunt who lived in Brooklyn while we're living in Long Island, New York. We left at 3:00pm on a Friday when I came home from school. We took the N22 bus to the train station and when coming of the bus it smelled disgusting. It smelled like urine because well we were underground and there were many homeless people. It was hot down there so we could smell person's sweat. We were walking through the station a long time because there were a lot of people there. We found that the train we wanted which is the Brooklyn 2 train just left so we had to wait another ten minutes. At this point there were many people standing around us that the
“Ouch that hurts and you can stop holding me back now” I replied “Come on now the road is really empty let's walk fast don't want the bus to come and we miss it” mom emphasized. Then we started to cross the street but this time she held my hand. After that the bus came and I couldn't get that doughnut and I thought to myself what a strike of bad luck but I'm happy that she dragged me back that she really cared even though I thought that I didn't need her to hold my hand across the street because I'm a big girl. My bad luck of almost getting hit by a car didn’t stop there. When I was in 9th grade coming home from school outside was a little windy and warm. A white guy in a rusty car started darting down the street when the bus driver had to beep the horn on the steering wheel. By time he was to stop he was like an inch close to hitting me and a some black boy who I think was a year older than me. I started yelling at the man when I crossed and walked out onto the sidewalk. ¨What's your problem.¨ I started to rant ¨You have