A Perfect Day-Personal Narrative

The anticipation was killing me. I had been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever, and I was so glad it had finally come. I’d been talking about it all week, and I was starting to annoy people. However, I just couldn’t help it. I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest with all the happiness inside me. I’d been trying not to think about it because it made me anxious. Now that it was time, it was the only thing on my mind.
The day started out great just like I’d hoped. The sun was shining a bright yellow, and there was a slight breeze. There were a few puffy white clouds and birds flew through the air, chirping a happy song. It was the perfect weather for a perfect day. I sat on a worn out, defluffed, maroon couch outside watching my younger sister work with the few customers at her garage sale. Occasionally, she would make me get up and help her with some random chore she needed to get done. I didn’t mind it though. It kept me busy until what I knew would make the day even more perfect.
The time had finally come, ten minutes later than I’d expected, but it had come. I saw his cute blue ford truck coming down the road. A huge smile instantly came upon my face, and my eyes lit up. As the truck parked along the side of the house, I saw the face I’d been waiting for step out.
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His house is small, and a dark brown color. You have to drive on a gravel alley to get to the garage and all the parking spaces. Once inside, we went down to the basement where his room is. There, the wooden walls are designed with tree and deer decals. We entered his room and I was shocked. His room was spotless. The blue bed was made, and there were no clothes on the floor. New shelves had been put up with tractors lining them. The trash was empty, and you could actually see the couch. His room looked welcoming and