Personal Narrative: Where Can I Tell My Parents Today?

7:15: One. Two. Three. Four. I take four steps hopping on my left foot as I walk out of my bedroom. No, you didn’t do it right. Try again. I go back. I put on my pink slippers with the bows because I can never leave my room without them. One. Two. Three. Four. I reach the bathroom where I wash my hands thoroughly and think about the day to come. What can I tell my parents today? I caught a cold overnight. I got food poisoning. I would do anything to not go to school. The thought of people and places outside of my own house gives me a stream of shivers up my spine. I wipe my hands against the white cloth hanging on the wall. What if there are still germs on my hands? I turn the faucet on once again and let my fingers be brushed by the warm soothing water as I lather my hands with a large quantity of soap. Trying my best to look unwell ad sleepy, I walk downstairs to greet my parents as my unbrushed hair makes a mess around my face.
“Claire I am tired of this nonsense,” said my mother.
I let …show more content…
I am scared. Scared of the others. It 's a new beginning, but I feel something different this time. I enter filled with consternation. I sit down and find myself facing unfamiliar faces. The man who is in charge greets us and asks us all to introduce ourselves. Public speaking. Does this mean a situation like at school? I start to panic and sweat as my heart keeps beating faster and faster,. It skips a beat when I hear “Claire are you okay? Why don’t you introduce yourself?” I took a deep breath and started by “Um..H-Hi, my name is C-Cl-Claire.” Uneasy, I feel an urge of energy rush through my body as I almost darts out of the room, when I feel a hand tap my shoulder. When I turn around I notice a tall, fair boy with light blonde hair and piercing green eyes. “I believe in you”, he says giving me a wholehearted smile. It is at this moment that I realize “It is no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a