Personal Narrative: My Day

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I am currently living in a town named Norwood, and as I wake up in the morning the sound of nothingness strikes my ears as if I was stuck in one of those sensory deprived chambers. Attempting to stand up from bed in the first five minutes is useless because I would rise about 20 degrees off my bed then go back down, for that reason I take out the clothing I am going to wear the night before. After I am able to stand up I go into the bathroom, shower to take me out of my half asleep self , then I brush my teeth which ends up always being painful since I always spit out this red bubble in mixed with the toothpaste, which after felling that sour taste I realize is blood. By the time I am ready and come out of my room my little bro is leaving to school but sadly my little sis is there as always ready to annoy me in any way possible, like a parasite that won’t go away. My mom, as the nice lady she is, gives me a ride to forest hills so I can catch the train to school.

The clock ticks and nine thirty gets closer I know my first class is about to begin, so I drag my still tired self and...

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