Mary- Rose Dunaway Ms. Lehmann English 2-2A 4 October 2019 Amaxophobia As the day started, I was excited for my 8th grade project to be over so I could go to high school. I was also excited because I would be able to see my stepmom. My 8th grade project was the biggest thing to happen that year; it was one of the only ways I could go to high school. As the 8th grade projects began, I was waiting for my dad to bring me the other things I needed for my booth. He was supposed to bring me an axe, a chainsaw, and a small piece of wood for me to show what I did for my 8th grade project. My dad and stepmom showed up at the same time, so I was happy that they both made it. After the 8th grade projects were done, my dad left and so did my mom.She told me she would be back after school to pick me up to go to my dad's house. The car ride to my dad's felt long and quiet.Neither of us could think of anything to talk about, so the only sound in the car was the music. The car slowly started to drift over to the right lane. I thought that my stepmom had fallen asleep, but when she corrected the car, it over corrected and headed into the median. As the car almost rolled, my mom got it car to stop on the other side of the highway. We were both scared because we did not know what to do.This was her first car wreck, and we were both making sure that we were ok and that the car did not have too much damage. A little bit after the car stopped, people started to pull over and call 911 to make sure we were both fine. The only problem I had was that I got tea on my birthday dress that I wore for my 8th grade projects. After I got out of the car to see how the tires looked, I noticed that both passenger tires were flat.When the cops got there, we started to explain. “Are you both ok?” The officer asked. “Yes, we are both ok, just a little startled,” my mom replied with a shaky voice. “Did you know that you have to call in your own accident?” He replied. “No, I did not know that because this is my first accident, sir,” she replied. As we sat in the car waiting for the tow truck to show up, I called my mom to tell her that we had gotten into a wreck. After I told her, the tow truck showed up. The tow truck got the carloaded,.Which took a little bit more time than it should have. The car was sitting in a weird way. The next part I knew was going to be hard because I had to get my stepmom into the tow truck. My stepmom is 4’7. She took off her prosthetic leg to get into the tow truck. As I got her into the tow truck, the guy was ready to leave. My dad is a mechanic and his work has tow trucks, so we got taken to my dad's work to see why both passenger tires went out. Once me and my stepmom got there with the tow truck, my dad came out from the shop, running to make sure that me and my stepmom where ok. The place that they got the tires put on had busted two of the beads in the tires and had made both passenger tires pop. Since that day, I have feared car rides.When I had finally got to where I did not panic in a car when it was moving, I would get in another car wreck. I have been in 4 different car wrecks within 3 years. Every time it brought back the hate for car rides for me.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. My process for my narrative paper is I gave Ms.Lehmann my out line of my story so then I could start to type my story. On my out line I had to have dialog, show don't tell and imagery. After I turned in my rough draft of my story I corrected what had been wrong. Then I turned in the final draft for my narrative story. 2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? This paper is considered as a narrative story because I had to use dialogue, imagery, and show don't tell because they are the requirements for a narrative paper. A narrative paper also has to be a story, a story is something that is real and not made up.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? I think that the end of my story tuned out really well because I tried to show as much of my real emotions in it and I hope that it will help me get over my fear of riding in cars.