Narrative Essay About Happy Birthday

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

She didn't answer my question at first " Maylee what are you doing here ?" " HAPPY BIRTHDAY !" Maylee yelled . In my mind I was confused I had forgotten all about my own birthday , I've been so busy lately . Thank you I told maylee , I'm bald you remembered because I didn't . I turned the tv on , to the news channel . An alert came on " Warning tornado in Kansas City , evacuate the area if possible . " it would probably reach Kansas City in about

Maybe it’s been a mix up.Maybe they made a mistake.I look back on page 26 to see what I had been charged with and it was embezzlement fraud and under the title of the crime it read “People had given her money and they had been promised a percentage of the company, and that they would be paid every two weeks.But, Mrs.Crump wrote them fake checks.” What writing fake checks I’ve never done that in my entire life, now this has to be a mix-up. I have to clear my name I have to sort this out with the police and change this little mix-up.As I rushed out of the buliding two men stopped me. They were the police with relief I began to say “thank god ur hear there's be-” then officer Daniels and Taylor cut me off by saying “ we have a warrant for your arrest”.They grabbed my arms and put

Get me home this instant! And get me some Giorgio Armani fast or this cotton’s gonna give me a rash! I have very sensitive skin you know! Needs to be taken care of! I also need a cute hat, something to cover this mess I know have to call my hair!” Hazel thrust the sweatshirt back at the girl and looked down at her expectantly, “So? Home? Chop, chop, I’ve got a birthday party to get to!”

My day begins with the obnoxious ringing of my phone’s alarm clock. The alarming sound itself, although annoying, is consonant and would otherwise be appreciated if it was not seven in the morning. This morning I did notice something different when waking up in that I chose a high pitch, but pleasant song in order to wake me up. The pitch of the song is enough to get me awake and the consonance of the song is also enough to make me happy. After going through this thought process and waking up, I finally get dressed and go on my way to school.

I sighed and looked around my room, a wide grin plastered across my face. Me and my best friend Ryan have dreamed about this day since we were in eighth grade.

A loud blaring cut through my sleep. Alarm...Ugh. Reaching over, I felt for the button and repeatedly pressed snooze until it reached 30 minutes. Today is monday. It was October. I craned my head to look at the calendar on the back of my door. Groaning I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. “Owww...Geez.” I flattened my wavy green hair and tried to look at the calendar again. Glasses..Where.. I scratched my arm and reached under the thing I called a bed, then felt around until, Boom! Glasses! Smiling to myself, I adjusted them onto my face and tried the calendar once more.

"Happy Birthday". (IS THIS AN EFFECTIVE MEANS OF DIALOGUE? I'VE TRIED WEAVING IT INTO PARAGRAPHS ALONG WITH DESCRIPTION, BUT I FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, AND IT DOESN'T IMMEDIATELY MAKE ME DISGUSTED; SO, DOES IT WORK?)

She walked back downstairs, turning off the lights and sitting in the kitchen with everyone else. When Darry, Soda, and Pony walked in they were really confused, usually everyone was over playing cards and watching T.V. by now. Darry went into the kitchen, turning on the light. "Happy Birthday!" Everyone shouted, making him jump. "Glory, don't do that to me!" He shouted, glaring at them. He realized what they had said, his eyes landing on the cake.

Throughout the short story, The Birthday, the writer, Samantha Ashenhurst uses the writing tool: Get the name of the dog. To begin with, Samantha begins the story with a descriptive introduction, which gives the reader the ability to visualize the current circumstance’s atmosphere. For instance, the author mentions the specific kind of drink and pizza, the color of the blinds, the exact number of times she pukes, and takes medicine, etc. She describes the background’s setting in details as well. In my opinion, Samantha’s very specific, which portrays how honest she is. This also leads to building the writer’s own distinct voice. Thus, this effectively initiates a connection with the reader psychologically.

“Happy 13th birthday Lilly!” yelled Jack and Cindy, My parents, “We are going on a road trip to get your present!”

I awoke to my grandma standing at the end of the bed singing as she did to annoy me. I was laughing uncontrollably. I jumped out of bed and put on all of my hunting clothes. When I exited the guest bedroom I could smell the luring aroma of fresh breakfast that grandpa Doug always cooks for me. I sat down and was served a plate of fried potatoes 2 eggs and some chocolate milk.

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

We all sat down and talked. We talked about how everyone has been. My sisters school and my brothers new job. While we were talking there was another knock on the door. I went to go open the door and it was the pizza and the wings. I payed for them and grabbed the boxes and walked into the kitchen where my family was. Everyone was really hungry but my family really wanted me to see the big surprise they got for me. SO we agreed we would go outside to see what they got me. We went outside when I saw what they got me I almost cried in joy. My family got me the same looking motorcycle that was on my cake. It was a black Kawasaki Ninja 2017. It had a nice leather seat.The lights were bright white and it was really shinny.But I had one question.