Narrative Essay On Cookie Awards

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I can’t wait! I can’t wait!! I can’t wait!!!!!!! You must be wondering why I can’t wait. Well, you dummy, today is the cookie awards and I’m going to get the award! You must also be wondering what the cookie awards are! The cookie awards are when my mom gives a cookie to the quadruplet who was the best behaving that week, but my brothers Josh, John, and Carter always gets the award. Especially my brother Josh. I guess also wondering how I know I’m going to get it. Even though I’m usually the mischievous one, I’ve been on my best behavior all week. But then it happened…. I just got home from school. Which in case you’re wondering, I’m in first grade. “Who stole the cookie?!” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “Jack, I know you did it!” Wait a minute, what was she talking about? I …show more content…

My mom must have heard me because she looked around, but then went straight back to looking at her computer. I then got up and did the stealthy walk. I reached the bathroom and shut the door. The toilet was empty, which was weird since Josh never flushes. But when I looked down, I saw my evidence. There were cookie crumbs all over. So Josh did do it. I knew it all along. Time to tell my mom. But wait, if I do that she’ll see me out of my bedroom. I don’t care. “Mom, I know who ate the cookie!” I yelled. “Jack, why are you out of your room?” my mom looked at me. “Mom, just listen. Josh ate the cookie.” I informed my mom. “How do you know?” my mom interrogated me. “There’s cookie crumbs all over the bathroom floor!” I told my mother. “Josh, come down here right now!” my mom yelled upstairs. “What do you need?” Josh asked my mom. “Did you eat the cookie?” my mom asked my brother. “Maybe,” my brother stuttered. Josh wasn’t very good at lying. He could use a few lessons from me. “You know you’re not supposed to eat the cookie early.” my mother shouted at Josh. “But….” my brother barely got a sentence out before my mom told him to go to his

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