Personal Narrative Short Story - 1598 Words

â€Å"Noooooooooo, I don’t want to!† I yelled. â€Å"I don’t care Emma, I’m going to be gone all night,† my mom said. â€Å"I am not babysitting Ally. I have track tonight.† â€Å"I bet you can make it up another day. You are babysitting your little sister tonight no matter what.† â€Å"No I’m not!† â€Å"I don’t like your attitude Emma! If you don’t babysit your little sister tonight, you can’t do track anymore!† â€Å"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!† Then I ran out of the house slamming the door behind me. My mom and I get it fights all of the time. I don’t feel close to her or anyone at all. I have never grew to love someone. Because of that i have never experienced a heartbreak. There has never been a salty tear rolling down my cheek. I have always felt†¦show more content†¦He saw me right away and stood up. He looked as though he was a few inches taller than me. â€Å"Hi, I’m Alex,† the boy said. â€Å"I found you laying on the grass so†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"So what? You tried to kidnap me?† I said. I was very scared but I tried not to show it. â€Å"No no, not at all. I†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"You brought me to your house, unconscious. I’m pretty sure that’s kidnaping.† â€Å"No, listen.† â€Å"No, I’m not going to listen to someone who tried to kidnap me.† Then I sprinted out the door as fast I could. I ran to the closest house I could find. I ran the doorbell but no one answered. Then went to the next house, but the same thing happened. I ran for about a mile, stopping at each house. The same thing just kept happening, no one answered the door. I was very confused. I turned around to see the same boy running after me. â€Å"Geez your fast,† he said when he finally caught up to me. â€Å"I do track,† I said. â€Å"I don’t know why there isn’t anyone in any of these houses, whatever your name is...† â€Å"It’s Alex.† â€Å"Right. You have some explaining to do.† â€Å"I would definitely explain if I knew.† â€Å"Wait, you don’t know why there isn’t anyone in these houses?† I said, looking puzzled. â€Å"No, I have no idea,† Alex said. â€Å"Ok, then why was I in a bed at your house?† â€Å"I found you laying on the grass right after I realized that no one was in any of these houses. So, I picked you up and brought you to that house.† â€Å"Ok, then let’s go back to your house. Where is it?† â€Å"I don’t know.† â€Å"How do you not know where yourShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative Short Story1153 Words   |  5 PagesI still remember that fateful day, the day I was Stolen. It started out as a normal day at school. I’ll take you through the whole story. There is one thing you should try to figure out, who kidnapped me. â€Å"Joey, Wait up!† I yelled out. Why was he walking so fast, and not responding? It’s almost like he’s ignoring me. I started to jog, but he was already gone. I turned the other way to walk home. 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