Personal Narrative

Click the door from Pats office opened with a click and a squeak. When she came out and said “I have all your paroling papers done”. Then ever one went to go check that was going, when I saw my name on there I was happy to finally see that. When I got pulled aside by my advocate she told me that I was going home, I gave her a big huge so hard I felt her bones pop! I was so happy to finally get what I want for so long. I felt like their was a quick vibe rushing past my body like every thing fell out of place. After all my happiness fades away I went back to being normal. That day on August, 28, 2009. Was the longest day of my life? The seconds felt like minutes the minuets like hours and the hours like days.

When tomorrow finally came I felt great. Even when we were at school it felt like a breeze. All the teachers were happy for me. Then when we were finally done with all the schooling, we were on the unit. Having free time kids just kicking it hanging around. It was August 29, 2009 on a Saturday 2 days from going home. I would just day dream of the day when all the homies were going to kick it agene. When night time finally came I read and slept well.

When I woke up my eyes were blurry like as if I were crying. Today was the day I got to call my family. Time was ticking and I was egger to call home, when time finally came I called. My palm was sweating from happiness. When I dialed the number I hear ring, ring hello. The voice on the other side of the phone had a sad voice. It was my brother Alex. When I asked what was wrong, he said you know the homies Manuel, Hogi, Mauro. I said yea what’s up. I felt a bad felling in my chest. He sad they got in a car crash and pass away. I got a crappy felling in my stomach. I wanted to cry so badly but I held it in. I and my brother were just reminisced about all the good times we had. When my call was over I went into my cell and cried all day. I didn’t even care a bout leaving anymore.

Night time was endless like the tears on my face. When morning came I looked like crap but I didn’t care. Every one felt sad for me but I didn’t care. Even when I read it on the news paper I felt like dyeing with my homies. All I wanted to be go in my cell and cry. I didn’t even remember that day because I didn’t know what to think. The next day on September 1, 2009 was the day I was getting out. When they let me out I didn’t know what to feel.

When I got home I saw my family and was great full to have them. Then I walked to the kick it spot. I thought of all the good memories that we had. From getting drunk to shooting hoops.

When I was done thinking of those memories I went home and slept. The next day was my homies funeral. My brother got to come that day. When we were at the funeral every one was sad and crying. I never thought my homies would go so young. That’s when reality hit me.