Personal Narrative: 45 Am

6:45 AM. My alarm is barking at me from the other side of my room from where my bed is. I roll my eyes at the fact that I have to get up out of bed to go shut the vexatious sound off. My eyes are still adjusting to the light as I groggily get my clothes, and go to the best place in the house. The bathroom. The bathroom is your ultimate place of privacy. No one goes into a bathroom if someone is already inside. As I walk into the bathroom, my eyes are starting to clear up. I blast my music and hop into the shower. Now, you can probably guess what I was doing. Like a man, I am singing in the shower. After I get done performing in front of my shampoo, I quickly hop out of the shower and get dressed for the day. I go to make myself the

I grab my computer and start typing random words and I am trying my best to figure out what to do. “It is time to turn in your Narrative stories,” Mrs.Reed demands. “Oh no, my time has run out!” I speak nervously. I couldn’t do this, my grade would drop and I would have a late assignment. “My parents will obliterate me!” I say frightened. One word materialized in my head. Plagiarism. I have never plagiarized in my life, and I didn’t want to. Have you ever had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other one? That’s exactly what’s happening right now. Without thinking, I Googled “Written Essays.” I instantaneously found an essay, copy and pasted it, submitted the assignment, and put my Chromebook away. I knew it was wrong, but it was now too late. “Maybe, she won’t figure out,” I muttered with

Life is going extraordinary right about now. I feel successful and strong. I am now in 6th period getting ready to learn about World War One. When all the sudden, Mrs.Reed stormed into the classroom. “Can I see Jack, please?” she asked. “Absolutely!” Mr. Thomas says happily. My heart sank into the fiery pits of regret. “I’m dead,” I mutter. Mrs. Reed brings me into a classroom filled with nobody. She then explains and lectures me on the decision I made just a few weeks back. She said that I either take an F for my 3rd quarter grade or take a write-up. I need stupendous grades if I want to be successful and accomplish my dreams in life. So, I took the write-up.
I go to the principal’s office right after my lecture. Mr. Laibach explains to me that I have two days of lunch detention. I am filled with sorrow and doubt. The next three days are horrible. I am so upset and disappointed in