Personal Narrative Essay: Working After School

It’s a Friday,” says my mom. She asked me to go to with her to work this Friday to help out with the staff after school. I roll my eyes, annoyed by even the idea of going to that old boring mental institution. I sigh. I don't have a choice when it comes to me and my mother. “It sounds like so much fun,” I say sarcastically. “Sarah, you’ll be fine,” replys my mom. I ignore her and go to school.

After school, I walk towards the parking lot and already I see my mom waiting for me in her car. I walk towards the white car noticing that she is wearing her uniform. Again, I roll my eyes as I get in the car. My mom glances over at me and doesn't say a word. Then she drives off.

Eventually, we approach a median size building with about 8 floors in total. The building look about several years old. As we walk in we are immediately checked by security to make sure we don't have any items that can be used to possibly harm a person. They then take our belongings and put them into single lockers that are kept locked 24/7. After they game me a sticker that read my name, Sarah Newman, in red ink. My mom first makes me put on a
i must have bang my head hard against the ground. I grab my head and notice that I'm bleeding from the side. As I get up I realize that I’m the only person in sight. I sit down for a minute trying to make sense of everything that has happened. I remember that the patient 314 has escaped. I also remember the shouting and the running. Scared from that memory, I focus on how I'm suppose to get out this abandoned mental institution. I head for the hallway and walk towards a huge map on a T.V. that directs you to the only available exit opened in this event. It read GARAGE. So i had to make a plan. Since I was on the 7th floor and I needed to get to the garage which was located under the 1st floor. I headed to the elevators, but seemed to be shut off so I had no other choice but to take the