Personal Narrative: Bailey Welch

I was longing for something to fill that void in my heart. I had no authority figure or parents who were around to care for me. I was slowly slipping into the palm of the devil’s hand. I started hanging with the wrong crowd; I became a bully and thief at the age of 10. I came to the conclusion that in this life I had no future and no one cared if I lived or died. I spent most of my days running from my problems and trying to make others feel the same pain I felt. Day to day I saw my father spiral farther and farther into a dark hole. I remember this one moment where everything changed. It was the day I met Bailey Welch. I stumbled upon her on one hot summer night. I was walking past the local YMCA when I heard the screeching of shoes and the