High School Jacket Narrative

I threw my books on my bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it was a stranger hand I want to shake. I touched the leather sleeves those long leather jacket and the dark black color jacket. From the kitchen my loving, kind, sweet mother said my jacket was in my closet. What! No I loved this jacket I didn't want my perfect leather zip, stud perfect jacket to be my pesky brother’s! Walking as slow as a person walking to their cruel fate. I searched that closet from head to toe but I had no luck finding the other jacket the one my the bed was all mine. I wanted to cry I had never had a jacket this nice before.

I put on my rad jacket!

I zipped it up and down and combed my hair to the side. I put my hands in the huge pockets. I flapped the sleeves like a soaring eagle.

I ran up the stairs and started to study.

I wore that jacket to school the next day looking like million bucks. As soon as I walked in all the girls started talking probably about how good I looked. That same morning I got a A- on a math quiz. During that morning's recess my best friend Steve Negrete spited an apple with me and we talked about how good I looked. All the teachers looked at me like I was the king of the world. Also, all the girls on the money bars watched me and whisper about how good I looked.

During lunch even though it was cold, I took of my jacket because I didn’t want to spill on my new jacket. Right after eating I put my jacket back on and played kickball with all the boys. Then we got back into class my teachers said to me well taking attends, “ Nice jacket Robert” I was on cloud nine when she said that to me. Then the fire bell rang, we all paraded out into the yard where we, the sixth grades, walked past the other grades. I watched all the 7th and 8th grades girls look at me and smile at me, I looked so fresh and cool and all the girls knew