Personal Narrative: Watch It Kid

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Walking down the familiar streets of New York City I was in my own world. It was like I couldn’t hear or see anything else. I was paying just enough attention to where I was going so that I didn’t walk into something or get hit by a car. Once I stepped out into the street and a car honked and the driver yelled, “Watch it kid!” I stepped back out of the street and he continued driving still waving his arms and glaring at me. I was one block away from my house when something slipped out of my backpack. I squatted down and picked it up but as I did so I turned sideways and barely noticed a kid about my age look both ways and quickly duck into an alleyway. I hardly cared; I was so preoccupied with what had happened at school that I almost …show more content…
First there had been someone watching us at recess and when I started going inside he made eye contact with me and mouthed something. I couldn’t tell what he said but it was bothering me that he had singled me out of everyone. Second there was the disappearing kid in the alley. Where had he gone? Could the two events be connected somehow? Could it be the same …show more content…
It was nearly nine o’clock and I still hadn’t finished the first math problem. I couldn’t think. I just layed there chewing on my pencil. Finally I gave up and put my math book onto the floor and pulled the scrap of paper out of my pocket. I had been in such a daze I couldn’t remember what it was. Then I remembered that I had picked it up after the kid had disappeared because my dad was always telling me to pick up litter.
For the first time I unfolded it and looked at it. It appeared to be a train schedule but it had writing and lines all over it. I studied it more carefully and then, when I flattened it out more, it came apart and I realized it was really two train schedules. One of them was all about trains leaving New Orleans and the other about trains leaving Shreveport.
If that was who I think it was he left New Orleans on a train to Shreveport and then took a train from there to Pine Bluff Arkansas. That’s where I live. I didn’t know what to do now that I had this information. Should I tell the police? My parents? Or maybe some of my friends? I decided to wait and see if he was there again tomorrow. If he was maybe I could ask him what he was up to and why he ran away.