ENGLISH NARRATIVE WRITE UP

THERE IS A FILE ATTACHED , THERE IS A TOPIIC ABOUT WHICH I NEED TO WRITE AND BELOW IT IS AN EXAMPLE OF HOW TO WRITE. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS I NEED IT IN 5 HRS MAX. REPLY ASAP.

The topic is :
some story in your life and it should be more detail like the example below , if you read the below example carefully you will know what i need , i need 3 pages .

Below is Chase’s Unit 1 Essay. As you’ll see, both Caitlin and Chase’s narrative essays tell a very visual story and hopefully place you right into each scene. Unlike Caitlin’s essay, Chase’s is written in past tense, but either tense is fine; its solely up to you and what you think feels best for your story!
She Saw Me Coming
Before I had a chance to knock, the door opened and I was pulled inside.
“It’s freezing out there! Go on into the living room and warm yourself up. We’ve got warm pie and wine and hot chocolate and brownies and anything else you might want in the kitchen,” my friend Denise chirped enthusiastically as she helped me out of my heavy winter coat. I still don’t know why I decided to accept her invitation here. She and I both know I am not fond of big family gatherings, especially when it’s not even my family. I pushed myself forward, into the living room of aunts, uncles, cousins and many other members of Denise’s family. As I walked forward across the room, I apprehensively looked down at my brown loafers sinking in the overly thick, beige carpet. Here we go, I thought.
“Hey Chase! It is so good to see you!” Aunt Mary Lou exclaimed as she hugged me. Her old lady perfume—as I called it—intoxicated anyone less than few feet away from her. “Are you all ready for Christmas?!” Her southern draw was heavier than usual, probably something to do with that lipstick-stained wine glass she was holding.
“Oh yes, I’m all set I think, but I—“
“Honey, you look so thin, you need to get yourself some of that apple pie Aunt Helen Sue brought, go on, and get you some!” She instructed as she turned away. I had to chuckle to myself as I watched her wobble in the direction of the wine bar, her bright red sweater looking a little disheveled.
As I turned to go down the hallway, I bumped into someone coming around the corner. “Oh, I’m so clumsy, I’m sor—“ But as my eyes set on the person in front of me, I lost my words. The environment around me changed, it got quieter, darker…empty.
“No dear, I didn’t see you coming.” With her comment she gave me a slight grin, as if she were laughing to herself. “You’re a cousin of Denise?” She asked as she ran her hand through her long, raven-black hair. Her fingers were covered in rings, all of them much different than any other ring at the party, I was sure.
“Oh, no, I’m just a friend, Greg did a ton of work on my boyfriend’s house when we were doing renovations last month.” I chattered on and on. She was the most mystical person I had ever met. Her skin looked course, and her voice was rasped, probably a smoker in her younger days.
As curiosity consumed me, the minutes escaped me. I asked her all about her life and where she was from and she asked me the same. She nimbly dodged a few questions, and more than once I wondered why she was even bothering to talk to me. Her age, frankness, and general wear and tear told me she wasn’t someone who wasted time, especially on a jabbering twenty-year-old.
“You work in the non-profit field?” She asked in the mysterious fashion that seemed to be her normal persona.
“Umm, yeah, I work for the Red Cross downtown, how’d you guess?”
“Can’t you tell? I’m a psychic.” She glanced over her right shoulder, to the French doors at the end of the room.
“Oh my god, really? You’re a fortune-teller?”
“Nope, I’m a psychic, not a fortune-teller.” She stated frankly. I felt my cheeks turn red.
Great Chase, you offended her already, I thought to myself. “Here, let me grab my cigs, I need a smoke, I’ll tell you about it on the deck.” She said. I quickly pushed past the crowd of people in the living room to grab my coat hanging in the front closet.
Winter coat or not, it was freezing outside, and the constant breeze made me question if hypothermia was possible in Virginia.
“I read cards, Tarot cards.” She told me. “Have you had a reading?” I quickly shook my head no, and she went on. “Well, it’s like counseling, it’s guidance. People bring me their problems, and I help them work through them. You know, you can read cards too.” I was a little caught off guard by her comment.
“Umm, you think? I don’t know…” I stammered.
“I mean, you’ve got to learn of course, but I can tell, you’ve got it, you’re psychic too,” she said as her black hair blew in wind, puffing a breath of smoke into the air. Normally I would have decided that she was insane, and probably would’ve politely excused myself to run inside for something, but she was just so intriguing and her no-nonsense personality assured me she wasn’t just trying to be funny.
“Well, it’s all up to you of course, but if you want a lesson sometime look me up in the phone book, my name’s Sophie. I think you’ll surprise yourself at how easy it comes to you—reading cards, that is. And maybe you can fill in that part of your life you think is empty.” She glanced up at me before snuffing her cigarette out on the deck railing and turning to walk back inside. I stayed outside for a few more moments, thinking about what she said about a part of my life being empty…she had totally nailed it. A particularly cold gust of wind slapped me back into consciousness and when I made my way across the deck I saw through the French doors, the mysterious woman hugging Denise goodbye and leaving the party.
The next day I decided to call her, and finding her phone number was a cinch. I never thought I’d be calling a random stranger from Denise’s family Christmas party, but I was glad I was. I didn’t know it, but my life was about to soon take an unexpected turn. I had an interesting path ahead of me, and it all started with bumping into a mysterious woman at a Christmas party. Well, she wasn’t just anyone; she was Psychic Sophie after all.