Personal Narrative: The Dinner That Went Wrong

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The Dinner that Went Wrong My older sister Courtney and I were home alone on a warm Sunday in spring. We were hanging out in her room paying board games when she asked, “Are you getting hungry for dinner?” “Yeah, I guess I am.” I replied. We went downstairs to the kitchen to go through the fridge and cupboards. While my sister was going through the cupboards, she found some Kraft Mac ‘n’ Cheese. We both agreed Mac ‘n’ Cheese would taste good. Courtney texted my parents asking if we could make it. They replied yes. We started getting the ingredients and realized we were out of milk. My sister had me, go downstairs to get the milk. When I came back she was Googling how much water to boil when it said it on the box! Courtney, then

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