Personal Narrative: Ready Player One

Me and my family were done watching an exciting movie at AMC called “Ready Player One”. It was was about video games and ,also it has a lot of action too. Trent and I were acting like a lunatic after the movie so my mom told me to stop and I calmed down a bit, but that didn’t stop Trent though. My dad walked towards the soda machine refilling the drink and the enormous popcorn bowl. I felt really spiritless to the point where I just wanted to help my dad refill the drink. My mom disappeared into the restroom and Trent was fooling around like a insane monkey. While I continued refilling the drink, I heard a click and banging on the glass door. I then turned around and saw Trent banging on the door outside, that’s when I realized that Trent locked himself out of the theater. “HELP ME,” Trent said through the door, but I couldn’t hear him, it just made me burst out laughing. “Trent how did you get outside”, I could barely get the words out of my mouth since I was laughing all over the place. “ What’s going on,

why are you-” my dad cut off his sentences when he was looking at me and Trent as we were the delirious people on Earth. “Trent why are you outside,” my dad said with rage in his voice. “THIS IS WHY WE DON'T MESS AROUND” my mom came out of nowhere.
“Come on let’s leave” my dad started to walk towards the door and was about to open the door but I stopped him.

“Maybe we could just leave him outside a little longer” but just when I was about to push him back, my grip loosened on his arm and he reached for the door. “NO” I tried to grab his arm again, but instead I knocked over the popcorn out of his hands and the popcorn went flying everywhere into the wall to the floor. My dad glared at me, “Alea”! I looked at the popcorn that was scattered across the floor and I felt really shameful of myself. “Sorry, ” I said in a low tone. I heard Trent laughing his butt off while he was locked outside the glass door where I could clearly see him pointing at me. “Now that’s another reason why we don't mess around” my mom yelled while dad was looking at the popcorn on the floor sadly. “Go ask one of the managers to clean it up”, my dad sighed and went to one of the managers just like what my mom said while I went

outside.
Once I was outside I continued to laugh some more. Trent ran towards me saying “Why didn’t you let me in Alea”! “And why did you have to knock over the popcorn out of my hands, that was a waste of food” my dad started to yell at me too, but I couldn’t answer them, I was still laughing my butt off. “I can’t, I seriously can’t,” I said with laughter in my voice. “I mean Brian, it was your fault too,” my mom said. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S MY FAULT,” my dad said being bewilderment. “Yeah dad, why did you let the popcorn knock over your hands,” I said, but I knew that it was actually my fault. ”Wait...wasn’t it Alea’s fault since she was the one who knocks over the popcorn,” Trent said with also confusion in his head. “No Trent, it is his fault because he was the one that held the popcorn in the way for me to knock it over his hand”. We continued to argue and argue to the point where it wasn't just my fault, it was everybody’s fault. When we went to the car and slammed the door we all just stared at all of us and laughed our hearts out.