Personal Narrative

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As the school bell rang, the whole class jumped from their seats and sprang out the door. It was Friday, the best time of the week, the next day you can sleep in, no school, you are free. That is what I thought my weekend was going to be like, but I was mistaken. It went more like this. Indeed, I sprang from the sound of the final bell, telling me that it was officially the weekend. I galloped to my locker and put my books in the locker. I grabbed my bag and went to homeroom, where I made chat with other pupils. When it was time for busses I made my way down to the bus with a huge grin. As I got on the bus I spotted my friend waiting for me. I sat in the seat talking about what I was going to do over the weekend. As we talked, we ended up …show more content…

A scream, a log, terrified scream. I was confused, was I the one screaming, or Hillary. In a flash I scrambled to my feet, and found her in fear. Her face was so confused, terrified, worried. I asked her the matter and all she could do was point. I turned my head to find a wonderful surprize, a squirrel. When she could speak again she told me the squirrel had jumped on to my face. All I could murmur was “ We need to get this out of the house now.” She agreed and went to get a bigger box, and something to bribe the squirrel. She came back with the box, and some cookies. We searched the house, but there was no trace of the squirrel. Finally we looked in the one place we had not searched, my bedroom. I was worried, if the squirrel was not there, where would it be? Hillary and I agreed to be quiet and slowly creak the door open to see if the squirrel was really in there. sure enough it …show more content…

My pillows were torn to shreds, and the stuffing was across the room. My bed set was ripped in half, my stuffed animals looked like they were in a murder scene of a movie. Hillary and I stood with our jaws on the ground in shock. It has only been 10 minutes and my room looks like a tornado swept through it. All I said was “ Mom and Dad are going to kill us.” She nodded her head in agreement, and found an urge to get the squirrel out of my room. She took a pillow that was in ok form and threw it at the squirrel, the squirrel did not like that. In a blink of an eye the squirrel jumped out at her and bit her. I was in shock, not knowing what to do. As she lay, wailing on the floor because of the pain, I ran to the neighbors. I ferociously knocked on the door, Mrs. Ariel came to the door and listen to my story. When I finished she ran over to the house with me. She had a glimpse of fear when she saw Hillary. She called 911 to come help. As we waited anxiously, the squirrel appeared in the doorway. Mrs. Ariel ran downstairs and got a broom. She ran back up the stairs and chased the squirrel. The squirrel must have given and finally walked out the door. The blaring sirens screams filled the air until the ambulance had came to a

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