Personal Narrative: The Dorm

I woke up from the sound of broken glass. Rubbing my tiresome eyes I realize that I am in my pitch-black room. Fast squeaky footsteps quake outside my door and I see somebody’s silhouetted shadow pass by, from the crack right beneath the door. I check the time and realize its 3 am. Deep inside my sheets I am surpassed by my own lazy mind and fall back asleep.

The bright yellow sun shines on my face and I am summoned to awakening. As I stumble towards the bathroom, I hear yelling from the kitchen right next to my room. I opened the door, clueless on what’s happening. When I entered the kitchen, I was stunned. A glass of broken pickles and two furious kids, from my floor, embowered the room.

“What the hell is going on,” I said.

“Someone stole my cheese and look what they did to my pickles!” said one of the kids as he points to the floor.

“Yea they stole my kosher salami and my 2 liter bottle of Coke,” Said the other.

I look inside the fridge and find out that my gallon of milk is missing. Distress builds up in my body and anger unleashes inside me. I remembered I covered the whole entire milk with my name, to make sure that people would know that it was my milk. But people just want to commit a sin and take our food.

The three of us were furious and rushed and banged on the Rabbi’s door. Our rabbi lived right next to us with his family, and we would always go for help.

“Hello, why are you banging so hard on my door? What’s the problem?” he said.

“Someone stole our food and dropped his jar of pickles,” I point towards the kid with disgust.

“G-d called to the man, and He said, “Where are you (trying to hide)?” Rabbi said with a very energetic tone.

“What?” I said

“The thief can’t hide from G-d and soon he will get caught,” ...

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... and will soon get caught. Eventually I gave up thinking about the situation and just fell asleep.

Noises in the kitchen spur my body up. Now is the time I can catch this rotten thief and give him what he deserves. I roll out of my bed, put a shirt on, and open my door. I plan out how I am going to catch this thief. Step by step I walk into the kitchen very slowly. As I entered the kitchen, I notice that the refrigerator door is blocking who ever are stealing from our fridge. I walk very gradually to see who the thief is.

I approached the kitchen door with disbelief. I was so shocked, that I almost died from a heart attack. Two fat black cats were consuming our food. I watched as they jumped from shelf to shelf eating my floors food. I chased the cats out of the kitchen, yelling at the top of my lungs. How could I be so stupid? I go back to my room and go to bed.