English Gcse 1st Person Narrative Essay Example
I didn’t have a care in the world until I opened the envelope. Last week I was jetting off to Dubai and now my whole reason for existence had been snatched from me. I couldn’t help but throw up as the adrenaline rushed through me; like when I got into my 1st fight on the wreck when I was 10, only this time I had no control over what might happen.
My phone rang, the only person who had my new number was kaylei; my wife. I rushed into my pockets trying to find my phone, but it was like it had been stitched into the lining of the blasted jacket as I searched hand over fist through it until finally; I’d found it. I answered to Kaylei on the receiving end only for her confirm what I’d feared the most, they’d been taken. A man with a familiar sounding voice then began to speak before I could ask anything, “ you have something that belongs to me, and I want it back”, I asked him what did he want from me to which he butted in and said, “You’ve got 1 hour to bring it to me at the Beach Hotel; room 307 or they will both lose their lives”! The phone went dead. At that moment my legs were trembling and I felt like throwing up again, “pull yourself together”, I thought. I didn’t know what this man wanted or whether he was capable of harming an innocent child and mother, but I wasn’t prepared to take that chance. I decided the only thing I could do was to go to the hotel and deal with this guy in person; since he’d not been so kind to leave me his number, but he did invite me to his room.
I went to my garage to get my car but the damn thing wouldn’t start, that’s what happens when you leave a classic stood for a week. I did ask her to turn it over for me daily but she didn’t listen obviously, that’s Kaylei for you through and through, though if we come out of this alive I’ll be sure to remind her of this occasion. I looked up to see the 3 year old mountain bike that looked like it’d just come out of the the showroom, “seems that it’s got a use after all”, I thought. At
My phone rang, the only person who had my new number was kaylei; my wife. I rushed into my pockets trying to find my phone, but it was like it had been stitched into the lining of the blasted jacket as I searched hand over fist through it until finally; I’d found it. I answered to Kaylei on the receiving end only for her confirm what I’d feared the most, they’d been taken. A man with a familiar sounding voice then began to speak before I could ask anything, “ you have something that belongs to me, and I want it back”, I asked him what did he want from me to which he butted in and said, “You’ve got 1 hour to bring it to me at the Beach Hotel; room 307 or they will both lose their lives”! The phone went dead. At that moment my legs were trembling and I felt like throwing up again, “pull yourself together”, I thought. I didn’t know what this man wanted or whether he was capable of harming an innocent child and mother, but I wasn’t prepared to take that chance. I decided the only thing I could do was to go to the hotel and deal with this guy in person; since he’d not been so kind to leave me his number, but he did invite me to his room.
I went to my garage to get my car but the damn thing wouldn’t start, that’s what happens when you leave a classic stood for a week. I did ask her to turn it over for me daily but she didn’t listen obviously, that’s Kaylei for you through and through, though if we come out of this alive I’ll be sure to remind her of this occasion. I looked up to see the 3 year old mountain bike that looked like it’d just come out of the the showroom, “seems that it’s got a use after all”, I thought. At