For this blog post, I read What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind), Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin) and My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou). After reading these articles, I wrote a narrative scene describing a rush filled hour of getting to a babysitting job.
It’s currently 5:50 p.m. on Saturday as I’m shoving my last few bites of pasta down my throat. I quickly rush to the kitchen, run water in my dish, and kiss my family goodbye. It’s now 5:56 and I speed off in my car. I’m driving out of the development and I look in my dashboard and I have less than a quarter tank of gas. Now, I am stressing even more as I am sitting in the New Jersey gas station parking lot waiting to be served. Time seemed to be running away. I have to be in Lower Merion to babysit at 7:00 p.m. as those words replay in my head. I begin to speed on the ramp as my bag and belongings slide across my backseat. The bridge approaches as I thank the toll man and carry on with crossing the bridge. Once I arrive to my house, I sprint in the back door and run up my stairs to shove some clothes in my bag and quickly exit my house soon after. I put on The Weeknd to soothe me on this stressful drive have ahead of me. I then start heading towards the blue route as I catch all red lights. Only when I am late everyone is driving slow and I catch every. single. red. light. The directions on my phone are taking me a different way then it normally takes me so I was hoping it was a faster route. I’m on the blue route going 65-70mph, hoping no cops are around. I start to enter the neighborhood-like roads as the trees swarm the road on either side. I look down on my phone as it says I will arrive at 7:00 p.m. on the dot. I feel the nerves exiting my body slowly but surely as I begin to enter the vibe of my music. I travel down the winding, pothole filled roads as I approach the house. I grab my backpack out of my car and walk in the front door as my little cousin, Zoe, runs at me with open arms yelling, “TT!”
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Sabatino
9/18/2018 09:00:35 am
This post provides description and action to set a scene. I did not see the action (the seizure moment) coming. I wanted to know more...
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