When I was 13, brave was my middle name. I was never worried about something bad happening. I thought that bad things only happened to bad people. I knew that I was brave, but that only lasted until I got put into a position I had no control over.
One morning in the summer of 2003, I was over at my friend, Emily’s house asleep. Our friend, Amanda, was also there. It was around eight o’clock that morning when we heard a knock on the door. We peeped out of the window to see the vehicle in the driveway. We did not recognize the truck. We knew instantly not to answer it because her parents were not there with us. Suddenly, we started hearing someone banging raucously on the door. Emily immediately called her mother to tell her what was going on. Her mother was not expecting anyone and she did not recognize the truck. While she was on the phone with her mother, the knocking stopped. We ran to her window and watched a man get into the truck and leave. Her mother told us to go back to sleep and not to worry because all of the doors were locked and the alarm was set.
Thesis statement: I thought that I was brave, but that only lasted until I got put into a position I had no control over.
II. We were in Emily’s bed sound asleep.
A. We heard someone banging raucously on the door.
B. We looked out of the window of her bedroom and saw the man getting back into his truck to leave.
III. We got back in bed to go back to sleep.
A. We heard a loud crashing sound.
B. The house alarm starting going off piercingly.
IV. Emily picked up the phone and called her mother, and then her mother called 911.
A. Her uncle showed up first, so we had to be brave and walk downstairs to let him in the front door.
B. The police showed up.