Personal Narrative: One Of The Best Birthdays

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When I was packing my swimsuit and singing along to Taylor Swift I expected to have one of the best Birthdays ever... It didn 't go as planned. I glanced out my window just as my grandpas Toyota pulled in to out short little driveway. I picked up my brand new Victoria 's Secret black and white bag which I had packed half of my entire room into. As I struggled to pull the bag up the stairs it made a Thud... Thud... Thud sound being dragged up each stair. As my little sister opened the door my Grandpa looked at me and let out a laugh. "Do you need help with that?" "Thanks Grandpa." I said as he picked it up as if it were a pillow. "What did you put in here? Bricks?" He laughed as he helped us out and put our things into the trunk. I opened the door I could smell the faint smell of Mc Donald 's and Dog. A little black thing jumped right in front of me and had an annoying little yappy bark. "Hey, Fritz." I said "I didn 't know we were gonna have a puppy with us." …show more content…

As I got in I noticed Ashley was asleep. That wasn 't very normal of her. Ashley was a crazy spit-fire type of person. Ashley loved reading, random crazy facts, and Minecraft. In other words she was kinda nerdy. When we were little we would collect little things. One time we collected animal pencil toppers. Another time we collected Zo zo pets and Beanie Boos. She loved to draw and she was incredibly smart. She loved everything before. We called our relationship "Fri-zins" Best friend cousins. Now my Best friend who was always super energetic was slumped over sleeping, That was the first thing of many things I noticed. Once I pushed Fritz off of my seat I climbed

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