Trip To America Personal Narrative

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Epilogue Jack It’s been only 5 short years since what seemed like a lifetime on that island. While I was there however, I grew to learn some lessons that made me into the man I am today. After being shipped home on that boat, my whole life changed. I became a man on that island an I wasn’t going to rely on anyone else for help from then on out. Coming home after being trapped there felt like a god sent. My dead beat father didn’t seem to think the same as I did though. In his eyes, getting stuck there and being that close to death was my own fault. I was glad that the one thing he taught me paid off while I was there. That was to look out for no one but myself. A lot has happened in the years I’ve been back, but I’ve yet to meet the struggles…show more content…
That's what I was meant to do since I could remember. Once the boat brought us back from an eternity on that island, it took me several months to regain my mental stability. I knew what I had to do if I wanted to live a happy life. Which is why I began my trip to America not long after I came to terms with what I saw on that island. I knew deep down that leaving where I grew up is what my father would have wanted. He couldn't tell me that himself of course. I came to find out he past away not long after I left for that island. Making it into America was the perfect way for me to attempt to escape my past. Joining the military felt right since the beginning to me. I knew I was meant to be a leader and in some cases that was all I knew. I've put more effort into being on top in the past few years then I have in my while life. It was all worth it now. Working all that time going from zero respect to being a leader. I am now one of the top officials in the military. Each and every day I reflect on what happened on that island. Most of all I think about my old friend Piggy. Watching him die was the hardest thing I've ever done and I promised myself I wouldn't have another person’s death on my hands. I never thought I would have such a deep connection with a boy who's name I never…show more content…
The Vicarage, Harcourt St. Anthony, Hants, telephone…” I heard myself saying that out loud over and over again. Now it seemed like those were the only words I could say. To others I seem crazy I guess. That’s what the doctor’s keep telling me. I am now Percival Wemys Madison, room 12, floor 8, home away from home insane asylum. I’ve been living here for as long as I can remember. I wasn’t always like this. I’d say I was pretty strong minded to make it through what happened on that island however long ago. After I made it back I was so happy to have survived that. The news I came home to made me think otherwise though. As it turned out, my mother had been mentally unstable for quite some time and losing me sent her over the edge. It sickens me to think that not only did I make my mom go crazy, but because of that she lashed out one night resulting in the death of my father. Not long after that she took her own life by burning down our house along with everything I had. I was taken in by a foster family near my old house, but that didn’t last long at all. From what I’m told I was somewhat of a bad child. I’m sure they would have kept me forever until it all came crashing down the when the night mares started. All I could see was that pig head every time I closed my eyes. I would repeat the words “the lord of the flies” to myself day in and day out. It would talk to me in my sleep. It told me all the things my foster parents had been keeping from me.

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