My Stepmother's This I Believe-Personal Narrative
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Her dream couldn’t be real, I’m sure of it. My stepmother had a dream that something wrong would happen along my journey to London, I thought she was crazy. When the trip began, I had no idea I would meet so many people on the train! I dozed off for a little while but, when I woke up to a strange woman staring at me across the aisle I became alert as a guard dog. She was wearing an elegant outfit that consisted of only white. It seemed quite strange of her to have no color at all in her wardrobe, she seemed cold. Something about the woman made me uneasy, I don’t know if it was the way she dressed or the way she just sat there staring at me. She asked me if I would like to hear a story, I said yes so I didn’t seem rude. She told her stories as if she’d lived through them, or had at least been a witness to their awful fates. As I kept listening I felt as if I had actually been there too. They were like a dream, but more lifelike. I didn’t believe my stepmother about her odd dream at first, but now i’m not so sure that her dream is all that crazy. Not everything is how it seems in the world of …show more content…
unknown possibilities. She reminded me of a school teacher, she looked as if she was one. She was a very prim and proper lady. I didn’t think that a woman like her was capable of telling such frightening stories, as she did.
Everyone had fallen asleep, except for me of course. I was willing the people next to me to wake up, but no one did. It was like someone cast a spell on the passengers of the train, they were all in a dead sleep. The woman in white told me stories of man-eating plants, dangerous animal hybrid creatures, and ghost children. I don’t know what to think about this mysterious woman who has joined me on the train.
I feel very tired after every story she tells me.
The stories she’s telling are so real that they’re draining the energy out of me word by word. I begin to wonder if that’s why everyone else on the train is sleeping, had she taken their energy with her stories? I know that I have to stay awake, but it’s getting harder and harder as the stories go on. I felt the urge to close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep, but I know I can’t. My stepmother’s dream kept coming back to me every few minutes. Now i’m sure that everything that had happened had some correlation to the dream she had the night before. Now I just have to wait for the train to start moving again, so I can get away from this horrid
lady.
Sometimes things have hidden meanings beyond how you see them. I became suspicious about my stepmother’s dream because of the similarities between her dream and what was happening to me on my journey. These similarities helped me realize that sometimes things are more complicated and in depth than you might think they are. It is important to have an open mind and I have definitely learned to open my mind to the possibility of something that seems so impossible. My stepmother, and the woman in white taught me to see things differently, and to look past what seems real.
Her dream couldn’t be real, I’m sure of it. My stepmother had a dream that something wrong would happen along my journey to London, I thought she was crazy. When the trip began, I had no idea I would meet so many people on the train! I dozed off for a little while but, when I woke up to a strange woman staring at me across the aisle I became alert as a guard dog. She was wearing an elegant outfit that consisted of only white. It seemed quite strange of her to have no color at all in her wardrobe, she seemed cold. Something about the woman made me uneasy, I don’t know if it was the way she dressed or the way she just sat there staring at me. She asked me if I would like to hear a story, I said yes so I didn’t seem rude. She told her stories as if she’d lived through them, or had at least been a witness to their awful fates. As I kept listening I felt as if I had actually been there too. They were like a dream, but more lifelike. I didn’t believe my stepmother about her odd dream at first, but now i’m not so sure that her dream is all that crazy. Not everything is how it seems in the world of …show more content…
unknown possibilities. She reminded me of a school teacher, she looked as if she was one. She was a very prim and proper lady. I didn’t think that a woman like her was capable of telling such frightening stories, as she did.
Everyone had fallen asleep, except for me of course. I was willing the people next to me to wake up, but no one did. It was like someone cast a spell on the passengers of the train, they were all in a dead sleep. The woman in white told me stories of man-eating plants, dangerous animal hybrid creatures, and ghost children. I don’t know what to think about this mysterious woman who has joined me on the train.
I feel very tired after every story she tells me.
The stories she’s telling are so real that they’re draining the energy out of me word by word. I begin to wonder if that’s why everyone else on the train is sleeping, had she taken their energy with her stories? I know that I have to stay awake, but it’s getting harder and harder as the stories go on. I felt the urge to close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep, but I know I can’t. My stepmother’s dream kept coming back to me every few minutes. Now i’m sure that everything that had happened had some correlation to the dream she had the night before. Now I just have to wait for the train to start moving again, so I can get away from this horrid
lady.
Sometimes things have hidden meanings beyond how you see them. I became suspicious about my stepmother’s dream because of the similarities between her dream and what was happening to me on my journey. These similarities helped me realize that sometimes things are more complicated and in depth than you might think they are. It is important to have an open mind and I have definitely learned to open my mind to the possibility of something that seems so impossible. My stepmother, and the woman in white taught me to see things differently, and to look past what seems real.