Narrative Essay About My Black Jacket

Half my friends laughing, the other half following quickly behind to see what’s going on. In between hanging up the phone with my mom and making it to the bathroom with no one behind me anymore, I realized, wow I’m a spoiled brat who got handed everything and reality came and bit my butt hard. I didn’t really need that sweater. Or the necklace I had bought earlier or even those to die for shoes I was drooling over. With this new sense of maturity, I went and returned all those things I didn’t need. When I got home I walk right into my mom’s room handed her the $250 I had just got back, from all the things I “needed” so badly, and told her,” You know mom, what you said was kind of mean but thanks.” She refused to accept my mom so when she wasn’t looking I put it in her purse later that

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

There was a loud bang on the door. I sat up right away along with the other 13 people in my room. A soldier dress in head to toe with his uniform along with a winter jacket. He threw five pieces of bread on the floor and told us to go to work before leaving. The bread only got split upon nine of us; I was one of those nine. I had noticed a young boy did not get a piece so I gave him mine. The boy looked at me with a blank stare and took the bread from my frangile bonny fingers. I stood up, buttoned my shirt and adjusted my shorts. Under that slats of wood I slept on, I hid a scarve that I stole from a dead woman. I pulled it out and tucked it in my shirt so no one would notice. As I stepped out the door frame I felt a chilling breeze up my

Early morning towards the end of June last year, it was family rodeo back home where my mom grew up at. We had always gone back to that town and that rodeo since i was a yee young lad, around 5 or 6. We used to go see my grandma, but she died when i was 10. Anyways, it was my mother, my brothers, sister and her family, me and my girlfriend. Well, the car we were suppose to drive 5 hours north with was very cramped for all of us, so i asked my girlfriend if we could borrow her new car she just bought the day before. She “talked” to her mom and her mom said “yes,” so her and I drove in that car while my brother and mom and their friend drove the other.

I sat in my father’s office for a while, thinking of reasons why he would mention those girls. ‘Maybe he was trying to make me jealous’ I kept telling myself. The longer I sat there the more I couldn't get him out of my mind. His adorable smile, incredible hair and his gorgeous face. Soon the excitement of seeing his astonishing face again rushed through my body. I hurried to my room, threw my closet doors open and flipped through every piece of clothing I owned until I decided on the perfect dress. I chose to wear my favorite dress from Barneys, it was red with flowers and rather flattering.

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

I threw my books on my bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger I could not wait to meet. I hollered at my mom downstairs if the jacket on my bedpost is mine. She said mine was in my closet. I cautiously opened my closet door to see what surprises waited for me. Turns out, there was no jacket in my closet. When my mom heard this news, she said that it must be on my bedpost then. When I ran swooped over from the bannister to my room, I went to reinspect my brand-spanking new, black as midnight, beautifully brown lined jacket.

I turned around at my mom and said i'm not going to get the groceries if you don't see me. I knew the gang of boys was going to see me the next morning. Then I ran onto my bed and. But she didn't know I was not going to get those groceries even if she held a gun to my head. I stayed in my room and listened to my music for the rest of the night. The next morning I woke up super early at 5:00 and tiptoed down to the kitchen and got a banana, money, and the list. I packed my bag and ran. Later I was on the side of 5th street and saw someone someone big,tall and familiar. It was my dad. I ran over to him and gave him a big hug and started crying. We had a good conversation about mom and how we were both doing. Then he asked why I was running away

As I squirm on the plush coal colored leather passenger seat I sense his neutral colored eyes staring at my pale unfilled face. While his hands firmly grasp the steering wheel he glances so much my way where I can hardly see his sharp nose, and concerned appearance. My highlighter blonde hair is breathing in the whispering winds as I gaze off into the distance trying not to make eye to eye visual. I know smoke is coming out of his ears over my costly purchase on my current coat, but I could not help it. I just could not let the vivid colored yellow and black luscious leopard coat get lonely. Upon the moment I am currently wearing the new accessory, but he cannot complain. At this moment we cruise down highway 102 in his new cherry red convertible.

I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a stranger whose hand I had to shake. From the kitchen mother yelled that my jacket was in the closet. While I was walking over to the closet, I hoped to god that the green jacket was my brothers and not mine. Slowly I opened the closed door of the closet, I closed my eyes when the door was about opened enough for me to see the jacket. When I opened my eyes, I almost had a hard attack. The same jacket I described to my mom was right in front of me. The first thing I did was put on the jacket and go into the bathroom and combed my hair, looking like a normal person. At that moment I looked so good, like a celebrity that just got an upgrade on his or her clothes. It seemed

I slipped my jacket back on and looked in the mirror and realized that I would look good if I combed my hair. My sleeves ran past my hands so I rolled the cuffs up, and ran down stairs and hugged my mom like there was no life left in her “Thank you!” I screamed. I sprinted outside with my new style of hair and jacket. As I was outside I tried to avoid my hungry dog, so I could show everyone how cool I was in my new slick jacket. As I sat on the fence daydreaming about my jacket, two cool kids walked over to me and invited me to hang out with there group of friends at school. At that moment, I knew my jacket held a great future for me.

It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I

I was ready in a hurry. Even though their was only 45 minutes until school starts. After getting off the bus I was proud of my jacket. It was warm and fuzzy. Perfect for this kind of weather. I walked with style. During morning recess I felt like the king of the world. Then HE showed up, Frankie T. The playground terrorist. I wasn’t ready for a morning beat down. But, then something crazy happened. He complimented my new jacket.

So I opened my closet door slowly waiting for someone to jump out and scare me, praying to the lord that there was another jacket in the closet. YES!!!! I had to have the best mother on earth! They're hanging right in front of me hung the perfect jacket. Smooth jet black leather. Perfect black lining. I put the jacket on like I was one of those cool biker people in those old movies. Slipped on the jacket and puffed up the collar, looked at my profile multiple times like i was posing or a picture on a runway. Fixed up my hair to see what i would look like if I was doing something normal. Leaned up against my wall, and the bedpost. I looked so awesome!!

When I went down for dinner, I was wearing the jacket. I explained to my mom how thanful I was and that it was the best jacket in the world. At dinner, I could tell my siblings were jealous. Their faces said it all. They still had their old jackets, because they had not grown them out yet, so in a way, I had the nicest jacket in the family. We weren't the wealthiest family, actually we weren't wealthy at all. Our house was small and our clothes were cheap. Our mother would always buy us extra large jackets so we wouldn't outgrow them for a while. After dinner, I folded my jacket nicely and placed it on the bed. That night, I slept very well, knowing I would soon become the