Garrett Narrative

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The bright, colorful sun rose above the mountain range, and shimmered into Garrett’s window. The soft orange color painted his eye, until he was forced to open them. It was the morning of Christmas, and the house was pin drop silence. The sweet aroma of fresh baked cookies drifted throughout the house. You could almost smell the sugar right off the cookie. Kim was in the kitchen, cooking that night’s dinner and desserts. Garrett, a young boy at the age of fifteen, had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and white dots around his eyes. No one knew what these dots were; Garrett just assumed they were markings of some kind. Garrett wasn’t religious, but the one thing he believed in was the purpose; this idea that everyone has a purpose on this Earth. …show more content…

F’TANG! The annual Christmas day parade began. Everyone clumped up on the street. Garrett, now older than thirty with greyish hair and wrinkles everywhere, sat on a demolished, thrown away sofa. Wearing the pajamas that his father gave him when he was fifteen, he sat there with no emotion. He smelt horrible, even worse than skunk spray. He had a cardboard sign that stated MONEY, PLEASE for orphan homeless NO JOB Help is all I need. Adjacent to the sign was a jar full of coins, probably around fifteen to twenty bucks total. He stood up, and with a limp in his left leg Garrett started walking downtown. The drug stores were reaching out to him like zombies trying to grab him in, but Garrett had one thing on his mind. He wasn’t to waste this money on alcohol or drugs like most of the other homeless people, but he was to obtain the only thing he needed. He needed something to remind him of what he use to have. Maybe to see his old house, where he could remember his goofball dad, who was so sweet and caring. The one who showed him how to be a true gentleman, but Garrett had forgotten his teachings. Or he could imagine his mom, the one who taught him right from wrong, and the one who nursed him when his father passed. The past ten years without his parents was hard for Garrett. He felt like he fell down a never-ending hole, and he knew he could never get

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