Personal Narrative Fiction

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“I, I, don’t know,” Joe stutters, “I went to the bathroom and something just hit me, I can’t explain it.” “Oh no, Joey,” Cara said with concern, “maybe you are just hungry, the food should be here soon.” “Yeah, maybe,” Joe said as he takes a sip of water. Overcome with joy, I am tickled pink with this entertaining display. I curl up the corner of my lip as I sarcastically mock Cara, I know something you don’t know, laughing hysterically. Of course Cara can’t hear me right now, but still, this shit is pretty funny. The waitress approaches the table and serves Joe and Cara. Just because I can, I pick up a French fry off of Joe’s plate and throw it at Cara. It hit Cara right on the chest and fell to her lap. Cara looked up stunned and scornfully said, “what the hell, Joe?” Joe leisurely lifted up his head and softly replied, “what?” “Don’t play stupid,” Cara said in annoyance, “you threw a fry at me!” Joe squinted his eyes, slightly shaking his head and said, baffled, “no I didn’t. I am using all the energy I have left to feed myself, not throw things.” Cara scornfully glared at Joe as she huffed and continued eating. Oh this is too much for me to handle, I thought to myself. I wonder how much farther I can push it before Cara explodes. I sit here looking around seeing what other trouble I can stir up. That …show more content…

The bar staff franticly begins cleaning up the mess while trying to figure out why they are all falling down. The people sitting at the bar got up and hastily left. I picked up a bottle and flung it at the table where the men were sitting. It smashed on the floor right next to their feet. The two men look down at the floor shocked and began franticly looking around to see who could have thrown the bottle. I let out a pronounced cackle as I feel a bit more relieved. Thinking to myself, now that I got that out of my system, I will go back to the loving

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