Short Narrative Story: Every Happy Ending Story

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Every happy ending story has a rough start. March 7th the day I turn 18th, instead of taking me out to celebrate my birthday Donnie told me get ready and let’s visit a friend. At that moment I was so close not to go and turn him down, but I was curious about the friend he wanted me to see on my birthday. We arrived at Four Seasons Hotel in downtown, got on the elevator, and the elevator stopped at the 18th floor. Donnie took me to the room, and when he opened the door my heart stopped for a second, my mind goes blank and I just stood there frozen for a few minutes. I saw a room filled with tons of balloons and some others exciting stuff. I turned around and gave him the biggest hug ever! On my birthday Donnie, my boyfriend taught me the value …show more content…

The room looked like one of those pictures you would see on Facebook with the hashtag boyfriend goals. I found out that he has been planning this for a month now and it 's taken him two days to decorate this whole hotel room. The room was filled with balloons, Polaroid pictures of us, a big birthday cake, two flower bouquets and much more. He decorated this room so careful and neat, everything in this room has a meaning behind it. He did listen to me well, back then I told him on my 18th birthday I want to be treat like a princess, and I told him to do something special something that will make every girl jealous. I even gave him ideas but he wasn 't even paying attention the whole time, he even felt asleep! But now I know he just pretends. Donnie even has my favorite candle from bath and body work lighted. I was so happy and emotional to the point that I felt like I was going to throw up. Right, when I turn around Donnie held the birthday cake told me to make a wish, blow the candles and pointed behind me. Behind me is a ginormous box that said: “Make a wish and open me!” The box was humongous to the point I thought there was a person inside of it! When I opened the box, more balloons were rushing outside, and the bottom of the box is where the main gift is. Donnie 's gift was so small compared to the box that he put in. I took the present out, and I started screaming. I couldn’t believe my own eyes what I just saw! I turned around and looked at him, he gave me a big smile and nodded his head. It’s a Givenchy designer bag; it’s the bag that I wanted for so long but could never save enough money to buy it. I always brag about it and all I heard from him is the bag is so ugly, so overprice, not worth it, etc.… This is a huge deal because of how much he hated this bag but still end up buying it for me. This bag is the best thing I’ve

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