Personal Narrative Analysis

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It was the day before my birthday and I was really hoping to get a really awesome present. I told all my friends and families about the present and they all have been asking me what it is. I told them it was a really expensive drone! They all asked me how much the drone was and I told them it was one-hundred dollars and fifty-seven cents. They all told me they did not have enough money so I knew I would have to save up myself. Over the weeks after school, I've been helping at the Pet Shop and pet sitting with all my friends. I get paid fifty dollars everyday I work there. I started to work two days a week,but I realized after the two days that week I had enough money. Now all I need to do is find my piggy bank and see how much money

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