Personal Narrative: Running With The Wolves
Knucia White
B2
Running With the Wolves
The sound of a howl ripped through the dark night. I stopped and shuttered, ‘Probably just a coyote.’ I thought to myself. It was too dark to see, running my hand through my hair, I flick it behind my shoulders. I remembered when my brother was alive he used to say, ‘You have such long beautiful hair Rose.’ Then the crack of a twig got my attention and I looked around. I didn’t see anything. I started jogging, not knowing where I was or where I was going. I heard steps start up behind me and I started to sprint. I didn’t know what I was running from.
I kept thinking to myself, ‘Don’t look back, no matter what, don’t look back.’
I wanted to know what I was running from, I looked back for a split second
B2
Running With the Wolves
The sound of a howl ripped through the dark night. I stopped and shuttered, ‘Probably just a coyote.’ I thought to myself. It was too dark to see, running my hand through my hair, I flick it behind my shoulders. I remembered when my brother was alive he used to say, ‘You have such long beautiful hair Rose.’ Then the crack of a twig got my attention and I looked around. I didn’t see anything. I started jogging, not knowing where I was or where I was going. I heard steps start up behind me and I started to sprint. I didn’t know what I was running from.
I kept thinking to myself, ‘Don’t look back, no matter what, don’t look back.’
I wanted to know what I was running from, I looked back for a split second