Personal Narrative-Ponte Gobbo, Italy

Ponte Gobbo, Italy

I was going about my mundane daily routine. Cross the bridge to get to school and cross the bridge to come home. Everything was as orderly and as natural as usual. I started to cross the bridge on my way home from school. As I was crossing it I heard a peculiar noise. I looked beneath me and I saw many immense fractures in the bridge. I looked around, but not a soul was in sight. I was all alone, on a bridge that was seconds away from crumbling into a million tiny pieces. I would soon be washed away by the rushing water beneath me, never to be heard of again. If I wished to survive I had to think on my feet.

I realized that I was not even half way across the bridge, so attempting to sprint to the other side