Lily Raney
Mrs.Leahmann
English 1-3
25 February 2020
The Story of Us
It was an ordinary day in sweet old Eden. Today was an exciting day because tomorrow was my winter concert, and my mom and dad were coming. I gave my mom and dad hugs and kisses and walked out the door, waiting for the bus to arrive. When it finally did, I got on thinking today is a good day. I ate breakfast and to my room. I was in Mrs. Pinecok and Mrs. Wait’s class. I got through the day. Then at, the very end, I was got on the bus to go to my nana’s house cause my mom had practice. When I went inside my mom was sitting on the couch, and it looked like she was crying.
“Lily, you’re home. Um, we need to talk to you about something, said Mom.
ok what is it? I said.
We both sat on the couch.
“Your father is dead, Mom said
“What, He is dead, but how, I said.
The roads are starting to get icy, and you know how much he has been working this past couple of months. It has been really hard on him and us. Anyway when, he was about to get his seatbelt he, fell asleep for one second and a truck crashed into him and made him lost control. His car flipped over so he is dead, said my mother.
THE NEXT DAY
It was my winter concert, but I wasn't going. I was too sad but when I got to my classroom my classmates had roses and cards for me to make me feel better. That day went so slow. It felt like a year, but eventually it was over. That was the worst day of my life. We had so many memories, but the ones I remember the most are the important ones.
Every day on Easter, I would wake my mom and dad up, and we would come into the living room, and there would be this giant bunny. My family loves to bowl, we would play HIT THAT BUNNY!!! What you would do is take a ball in your hand and pretend that you are bowling and the bunny is the pin. Whoever knocked down the bunny first got the entire bunny. It was really fun, but now that he is dead, we quit doing it.
Another important memory that I have with my father is going to my uncle Paul and Aunt Jackie’s house every other weekend and hanging out. My father would ride the horses. My first ride was on a horse, and I was probably 3. It was fun, I was in the front, and my dad was in the back holding me. Another thing we did while we were there is play kitchen. I would be the cook, and he would be the sever, it was so much fun.
This is my favorite memory. So, when he ate his pizza, he didn’t eat it like a normal person. He has his own way of eating it. So, He took it and folded it in half and ever since I have been doing that, too. I was six years old when my father died, and even though I wasn't that old, and ( he wasn't that old he was only 20 years old at the time), I just know he is looking down on me, and he is happy ,and someday I will join him.
When he died, we had to move. Why, you may ask? Well, it was because my mom wanted, to and I had to do what she said, but I don’t think that is the whole reason. She wanted to move because we had so many good memories here, and I don’t think that she wanted to forget them quite yet.
May 5 2012 is the day he died and back then I was a Castello
Personal Narrative Reflection questions
1. Explain the process you went though to write this paper. Please be specific.
Not going to lie but i think this was the hardest stories i have ever written because it was hard at the time and it is still kinda hard now but its ok some days i wish he was here most days than others. I sometimes wonder what it would be if he was here right now and how many things would change or if anything would change.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
show don't tell conflict dialog
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I think the whole thing was pretty good .
Mrs.Leahmann
English 1-3
25 February 2020
The Story of Us
It was an ordinary day in sweet old Eden. Today was an exciting day because tomorrow was my winter concert, and my mom and dad were coming. I gave my mom and dad hugs and kisses and walked out the door, waiting for the bus to arrive. When it finally did, I got on thinking today is a good day. I ate breakfast and to my room. I was in Mrs. Pinecok and Mrs. Wait’s class. I got through the day. Then at, the very end, I was got on the bus to go to my nana’s house cause my mom had practice. When I went inside my mom was sitting on the couch, and it looked like she was crying.
“Lily, you’re home. Um, we need to talk to you about something, said Mom.
ok what is it? I said.
We both sat on the couch.
“Your father is dead, Mom said
“What, He is dead, but how, I said.
The roads are starting to get icy, and you know how much he has been working this past couple of months. It has been really hard on him and us. Anyway when, he was about to get his seatbelt he, fell asleep for one second and a truck crashed into him and made him lost control. His car flipped over so he is dead, said my mother.
THE NEXT DAY
It was my winter concert, but I wasn't going. I was too sad but when I got to my classroom my classmates had roses and cards for me to make me feel better. That day went so slow. It felt like a year, but eventually it was over. That was the worst day of my life. We had so many memories, but the ones I remember the most are the important ones.
Every day on Easter, I would wake my mom and dad up, and we would come into the living room, and there would be this giant bunny. My family loves to bowl, we would play HIT THAT BUNNY!!! What you would do is take a ball in your hand and pretend that you are bowling and the bunny is the pin. Whoever knocked down the bunny first got the entire bunny. It was really fun, but now that he is dead, we quit doing it.
Another important memory that I have with my father is going to my uncle Paul and Aunt Jackie’s house every other weekend and hanging out. My father would ride the horses. My first ride was on a horse, and I was probably 3. It was fun, I was in the front, and my dad was in the back holding me. Another thing we did while we were there is play kitchen. I would be the cook, and he would be the sever, it was so much fun.
This is my favorite memory. So, when he ate his pizza, he didn’t eat it like a normal person. He has his own way of eating it. So, He took it and folded it in half and ever since I have been doing that, too. I was six years old when my father died, and even though I wasn't that old, and ( he wasn't that old he was only 20 years old at the time), I just know he is looking down on me, and he is happy ,and someday I will join him.
When he died, we had to move. Why, you may ask? Well, it was because my mom wanted, to and I had to do what she said, but I don’t think that is the whole reason. She wanted to move because we had so many good memories here, and I don’t think that she wanted to forget them quite yet.
May 5 2012 is the day he died and back then I was a Castello
Personal Narrative Reflection questions
1. Explain the process you went though to write this paper. Please be specific.
Not going to lie but i think this was the hardest stories i have ever written because it was hard at the time and it is still kinda hard now but its ok some days i wish he was here most days than others. I sometimes wonder what it would be if he was here right now and how many things would change or if anything would change.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
show don't tell conflict dialog
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I think the whole thing was pretty good .