Peronal Narrative.

[Wyatt]

Hello guys.

I need to write a personal narrative for School. You aren't allowed to help me, and it's already done, but I thought I would share it here. Opinions?

Spoiler!

As I lay here, I listen to my heart beat rhythmically. I hum a soft tone along with each beat, listening to the beating flow from my toes to my head. As the clock on the wall behind me ticks, I know it’s only a matter of time before I start this all again. What, you may ask? Why, it is the day that I must confront my own fear, the fear of losing control. As I watch the pendulum inside of the clock sway left and right. Its rhythmic movement quickly puts me in a trance. I am only broken of this trance by the light that breaks through my window, the light from the city northwest of here. Thoughts are pacing through my mind rapidly, almost as if I can’t control them. As if I’m…losing control. As the time crawls forward, I can’t help but wonder how I will make it through the day, filled with intense therapy, hard work, and no break.

Finally, after two hours, I fell asleep. Almost instantly, I woke up, wishing that the night would have lasted longer. Swinging my blankets over my body, and climbing out of bed, I notice I’m the only one up at this time. I glance over at the clock through the corner of my eye, and see that it says 6:30 AM. I don’t need to be at therapy until 10:00. What to do for 3 ½ hours? As I make my way downstairs, I can see the daylight just breaking through my window blinds. I make my way to the fridge, opening up the door, and grabbing the orange juice. I pour a glass, and put it away. Sitting down at the table in my dining room, I drink my juice in silence. Not speaking a word, not thinking a word. It’s the first time I’ve had solitude in weeks. I hear a loud thump at the door, and realize that the paper has just arrived. Making my way to the door, I pick up the paper, and see the headline “Local boy awarded honor medal for brave actions!” I can’t help but read the body of the article as I drink my juice. Once done, I put my glass in the dish washer, and make my way back upstairs. I head back in to the bed room, retrieving my watch and glasses. Therapy is in 3 hours, and I’m not sure how to burn off that much time. I wonder what I should do…

[blankaex]

It's not complete yet, right..? You'd get a horrible mark if that was the completed narrative. I am looking forward to the (probable) continuation. It looks like it'd have good potential. I do see some things you can improve, but I won't say it until you ask, since you said you didn't want help.

[Wyatt]

It's not complete yet, right..? You'd get a horrible mark if that was the completed narrative. I am looking forward to the (probable) continuation. It looks like it'd have good potential. I do see some things you can improve, but I won't say it until you ask, since you said you didn't want help.

It's a draft yes. When I said "It's complete" I meant the draft. I could use help, I suppose. I said that I didn't want it, in case I'd get a bad grade for it, but I found out that it's alright.