Narration essay

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Jayson Turner English 1101 Mrs. Weddle Narration Essay 3/25/13 First Time Home Alone Just about every teenager aches for his or her first chance of staying home alone. The thought of being home without any parents, without any authority is amazing. I used to be one of those teenagers. I was given the chance to have the whole house to myself my sophomore year of high school. It was a big step in responsibility at the time. I had never been home while my parents went out of town for a full weekend so I was excited. I did the one thing any kid in high school would do and I called everyone I knew and told them to come over. I soon figured out that was not such a good idea. It was a late Sunday night about 9 pm in October, I was…show more content…
It started getting really hot and I felt like I was sweating but it was just the intensity of the situation at hand. I knew I was caught, not sure how they found out but I just came out with the truth and told them everything. I start going on about how I had planned this all out before they even left and that I knew I was doing wrong but did not care about the consequences at the time. I was just trying to have a good time. I had the house to myself and I could do whatever I wanted with it so I chose to throw a party. It was a bad decision to disobey my parents but in the moment of hanging with friends you don’t really care. My dad starts laughing and says, “I knew you were going to screw up I just knew it,” but my mom begins to cry. At that moment I realized that I hurt her. She was hoping this one time I would follow the rules. She stood up for me, told my dad that I was responsible enough now to have the house to myself and I stabbed her in the back. She tried to talk but she could not get the words out. The only words I heard come from her mouth was, “I'm disappointed in you son.”. I heard it clearly, it was sharp like the tip of a fine knife. I wanted to kill myself. When your parents tell you that they are disappointed in you it's worse than being yelled at. As a child you never want to hear your parents say that to you, even as an adult it hurts. Its as if a piece of you is cut off and lost forever. So when I was sitting there watching my mother
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