My Twelve Hours of Independence :: Personal Narrative

My Twelve Hours of IndependenceAs the expansive expedition sight inscribed with Arrow Stage Lines on both sides,pulled up to the station, I felt my heart leap with excitement. This wasreally happening to me. each(prenominal) this time of planning and anticipating, and nowmy dream was coming true I could hardly wait to be on my own and to be outdoor(a)from my family for a whole week Looking around, I could see unless five another(prenominal)people that I knew. Four of these people were my family members and theother was a friend of mine who was going with me. The driver of the huge bus climbed mass from his perch behind the wheeland introduced himself as Juan Alvarez. I lade my luggage into thecompartment below the bus, told my family goodbye, and walked up the steps ofthe bus. I soon met the ternary other people who were riding with John and meand then settled into my piece of tail for the long bus ride to Liberty, Missouriwhere we would be attending the tilled land Youth Leadership Conference.The five of us were basically on our own. It was merely us and the busdriver, who couldnt speak very much English. We had a cluster of stops alongthe way to break down up other students attending the conference so we plugged in amovie and sour on the zone mode that would get us through the twelve-hourdrive. subsequently only one minor delay of our bus breaking down just outside ofDenver, we had successfully picked up all of the attendees from Colorado.There were somewhat twenty-five of us altogether. We changed drivers in Denver,then drove on towards Hays, Kansas, where we would pick up some morestudents. By this time, it was about 630 in the morning, and the bus wasnearing the small town of Ellis, which is about twenty legal proceeding outside ofHays. The movie Pure Country was playing, but I had locomote asleep longbefore it had started. It was just finishing when it happened. One keen Iwas comfortably curled up, lying across two loafering area an d the next I was bouncedinto the aisle of the bus. Thankfully, John was sitting in the seat directly across from mine, so hehelped me up out of the aisle and had me sit down next to him. I watched inhorror as the bus sped through the grassy median and then bounced back on tothe Interstate. The entire bus was in a state of confusion, as just abouteverybody had been asleep when the bus went off the road.