Personal Narrative-The Kid With A Fedora

The Kid With A Fedora

I looked out my window. Birds chirped and the sun gleamed bouncing around my blue room. I sighed, realizing that today was the last day of summer and I would have to go back to the fiery dungeon of a school. I sighed and went to get ready for another long day. Spending probably a thirtieth of the time any other seventeen year old girl would take to get ready I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt and then ran downstairs. After a lonely breakfast my younger brother, Andrew, barreled through the house jumping on me and screaming something about dog poop right into my ear. I laughed confused and shook the rampaging child off of me. I looked up to see my mother who looked at me in the way that meant we have work to do.

Class! Class!” Our teacher snapped sharply. “Be quiet!” He turned addressing Patrick “Sit next to Gracie. It is the only seat in the room.” A few people snickered at my unpopularity but never the less I smiled and patted the empty stool beside me. The boy hurried to the back of the class with his head down and face blank. The next few classes went about the same way. Lunch came around quickly and I sat at the table alone with Brendon like normal. I saw Patrick wandering around aimlessly. I noticed him getting way to close to the jocks. I caught his attention and waved him over before the snatched him up like a lion to his prey. It was too late. The scene seemed to go down in slow motion. Five tables worth of food slammed into Patrick knocking his fedora to the ground. You could almost see him fly backwards. His tray seemed to do a cartwheel in the air straight into his face. The lunch room was dead silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Brendon counted the seconds and by the time he hit three a choir of laughs filled the room. It was like some kind of cliché high school movie. Everything was slowed down and you could see each blond ponytail bob up and down. Hundreds of shoulders arched back and arm after arm popped out mocking the small