Mrs Pew Narrative

When she woke up on the day of her big day she was feeling ecstatic, but nervous at the same time. Ecstatic, because she was happy that her party is finally here. Nervous, because she wants everything to be perfect and not want to mess up any of her dances. Finally, getting out of her bed, she went to the bathroom,

Ally, a 7th Grader at Greenwood Middle School, is sitting in math class when she received an email. She opened up her email hoping it was her coach emailing her about the championship game tonite. Disappointed , however still surprised, she saw the email was from her mother. She opened up the email that was a picture with the words ,”Don’t forget!!!” She downloaded the picture and saw that the email was for Grandma’s 75th Birthday. Oh no! She totally forgot about Grandma’s birthday party! She knew she could still fit in Grandma’s Birthday party after the game.

“I can’t believe it! You never let me do anything. I hate you, and I hate being here!”

As the day of the ball finally arrived, all of the thousand guests were beyond excited, but a little anxious. The ballroom, where the masquerade was being held, was lit bay one thousand candles, embodying the one thousand guest. Decorated tables were covered with exotic food and drink. The walls were draped in black and red silk curtains that moved with eerie sighs as the doors to the ballroom swung open and the many guests entered.

Cinderella walked reluctantly out of the room. When she left, it was silent for a minute and then Drizella would not stop talking about this party. It was my hair for the party, my dress for the party, my shoes for the party, and even my color eye shadow for the party. I was probably just going to wear my casual loose black and pink dress. Later in the week, Cinderella comes whizzing down the stairs at top speed, wearing this lovely blue sparkly dress, and she says excitedly, “Look at this dress!

I follow my relatives toward the back yard, where everyone’s found a seat around the grey, plastic party tables. I watch as paper plates overfilled with carne, rice and beans get passed from one end of the table to the other. My parent’s cooking masks the acrid scent of summer air and my stomache begins to grumble. I make myself a plate and sit next to my parents who are already engaged in several different conversations. I silently eat my food and observe the people around me. They’ve got their whole lives figured out, even my youngest cousins whose stick figure drawings and badly scribbled coloring pages reside on the side of our

“Look, why is it this big of a deal? I love him, and he loves me! I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d be furious.” she said.

Speeding to get in the bathroom and shower, thoughts raced through Danny’s mind about all the fun he was going to have on his birthday.

I then noticed my mother, who had seen what the horrible kid had done, and was seething with rage in the front seat of the car. She immediately thought to comfort her heartbroken daughter, so as soon as I had opened door, I was met with a barrage of apologetic rampage from my mom. “Honey, I’m so sorry. What that nasty little boy did was unforgivable. I can’t believe the nerve of him! Erggh, it makes me so mad. You were so sweet and adorable, you don’t deserve a kid like that… “ she rambled. She was confused, though, when her fury was met with a completely oblivious grin from the backseat, showing all the naivety of a child, of any young person really. Lost in my world of sunshine and flowers, I had heard nothing she said, and stunned her with my ability to subconsciously ignore anything I didn’t need to hear.

"It was horrible and there is no way I'm going back tomorrow!" I exclaimed to my mother. I felt that I had done every possible thing wrong and was greatly embarrassed by it. I explained to her all of my mixed emotions and recounted everything that had gone on. As I talked, I realized

I made a cake!” I yell as I grab the fluffy chocolate wheel and start to run for my dad’s room. I get to the creaky stairs and start to take them by 2’s, leaping for the last step. Wearing socks, one can imagine that this wasn't the best idea. The cake releases from my hands and flies through the air, sinking like a lead balloon. Down it goes, splitting into a chocolate crummy mess as it slams against the hardwood floor. Three large chunks of the cake can be seen, the word scribbled along the top no longer legible, the colorful sugary spheres spread out on the floor. My heart sinks. Why. I can hardly hold the tears in. Why am I crying? It is just a

It was a normal day, but a day that changed our family’s life forever, we got up that morning excited that we were on summer vacation. Finally, we were able to go outside, ride our bikes and spend nothing but uninterrupted kid time, but only until those street lamps came on. Once they’re on if you aren’t in the house consider your ass grass. When we finally made it inside, the house smelled amazing! Mom was in the kitchen putting her soul into her cooking like she always did. It was one of her delicious southern dinners,

“How could you say that?! You and my fiancee, Anna, were having an affair behind my back, you both betrayed me. For God’s sake Evan, you didn’t even know her!” Evan stands up and throws a punch at me, and it hits me around my jawline. My mouth bleeds. He gets up to leave and I stand in anger and I go to the cupboard and I get duct tape and push him in the chair and tape him down.

After we spent $23.76 in the ticket booth, he escorts me to the auditorium, and we awkwardly pick seats near the center of the hall. The silence in the auditorium was so overwhelming, I felt a desperate need to think of a topic to start a conversation. Before I brace myself to speak, I hear a faint piano riff and soon realize it was my ringtone. As I answer the call, my mother says: “Your friend’s mom does not answer her phone. Could you pass the phone to her?” Immediately, I began to feel anxious since I could not do what my mom asked for me to do. I was forced to tell her that I was invited to the movies by my boyfriend and since she would not allow me to go, I did it behind her back.

“Fine but I’m telling mom and dad!” Kayla said as she is stomping out of the room slamming the door closed. I got up right after she left. I had realized that Kayla left with creating chaos in my room. All my book and paper on my desk are all on the ground, my blanket has been torn apart from my bed and she even had the audacity to take down my white board from my wall. I didn’t even know she could reach up there. I eventually came to the idea to clean my room and went downstairs. Kayla was already at the table eating all the food before everyone like usual. My mom was at the stove cooking eggs, sunny side up. She then asked me, “Kylie, what took you forever to get up? We have been waiting and your little