Personal Narrative: Chick-Fil-A

Marisa, my cousin's wife, asked for me to take care of her daughter since I was the oldest. We walked through a long, narrow hallway till we arrived to a white door which was in half, the lower half was locked but the upper half was open. I got closer to find her daughter, Adamaris sitting on the floor playing around with some toys. Adamaris turned as soon as her mom opened the door so I could go in. She tried to wiggle around me to get out, but

I walk into McDonald's, wondering why we drove so far to a McDonald's when there is one right next to our house. I don't care though, because I’m hungary. Dad walks in front of me holding my little brother’s hand. Following his gaze across the restaurant I see my mom and older sister Shliane sitting down. I haven't seen them for a year, happiness fills my body while I run over to them. My mom has joy written all over her face as she leans down and gives me a hug and tells me how much she misses me.

Every story has a beginning; mine just happens to start on a cool fall day. The yellow-brown leaves lay beneath my feet as they crunch with each step I take. I hear my mom calling my name, “Greyson” she says with an enthusiastic tone, and I was walking towards the house. I turn around to say, see you later to a couple of my friends; once again I hear my name being shouted followed with the words, “dinner is ready.” I turn around and start walking faster to be able to get toward the door before my mom closes it. Fortunately, I had made it to the side door while it was still open, but as I approach the door, no one in sight, the air conditioning blowing on me sending chills up my body. I stand there blankly. Jolted by a voice, I faintly hear someone say to shut the door, so I comply with this demand. I closed the door then walk towards the kitchen to sit down and eat. As I wait for all the plates to be set out, my dad engages in a conversation with me. He asks how my day was, I give a moderately short answer: ok, I say. I hear the porcelain plates lay on granite; the plates are now out, so I get out of my seat to go get the food. As I am getting my food my mom enters the laundry room where the side door is located and walks out shortly after I sit down. I was able to sense the tension that was built up in the room. My parents murmur to one another. I start to eat slower to be able to hear these ever so light whispers. I am only able to pick up a few words, one of them being my name. The whispers come to cease. I continue to eat my food; my parent’s look over at me and I look at them. My dad glances at me and says my name, “Greyson”, in a rather stern voice, “You forgot to lock the side door.” My heart drops, this was one of the only requests that my parents had asked of me.

After the couple shook hands with dad and the real estate agent, they got into their minivan and drove away. I stood on top of the staircase and eavesdropped and felt like I had been punched in the stomach when I heard the news. I overheard that the couple was ready to move in as soon as possible because the wife was expecting a set of twins, plus they already had an older child. While dad showed his enthusiasm about getting rid of the house, I felt sick. Whenever the agent suggested to dad that we should start packing, I felt weak and went to lie down on my bed.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

It was a sunny yet cloudy day, the ozone and earthy smell from the upcoming rain wafted continuously through my nose; these type of days were and still are my favorite. I had a feeling that today was going to be one of those special days, everything was going smoothly. My mother didn't wake me up at the crack of dawn to wash and clean up, I didn't have any chores to do today, and my family was coming over for a Saturday dinner. The biggest surprise of the day was when my uncle invited me to tag along to go shopping with him, something he rarely, if ever, did because it meant going to the city that was bustling with people. Uncle said that he was going to take me to meet someone “special.” Based on how swell the day was going I could tell that it was going to get even better.

My mother and father sat downstairs and talked, Bella sitting with them, while I folded my clothes and put them into my chipped white wooden dresser. I could hear them murmuring between themselves, but I couldn’t hear specific words. My mother came up the stairs about ten minutes later as I was putting the last of my clothes into my dresser. Her five feet two-inch frame stood just inside my door with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes were sad and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I was confused as to why, and I was going to ask what was wrong, but she told me that my father had something he wanted to talk to me about.

I open the door and hear a faucet running. I go into the kitchen and see my dad washing his hands, I see that same color that I saw in the forest, red. I stop and look at my dad and said quietly, “Dad, What were you doing?” he looked at me and responded “What, I can’t hear you.” I began to take a deep breath and then my voice began to raise, “What did you do when you got home!” He looked at me and grinned, that same grin I saw yesterday last night. I felt my body shake and then I lifted my head and saw he was drying his hands and begun to walk over towards to

I rushed out of my bedroom to greet my mom, my dad and my brother Eric when I heard the garage door open. When they entered the house my mom was talking. There was a sad tone in her voice. I ran back to the hallway and listened.

I just wanted to say that I was not impressed with the service at Taco Bell, and you are doing a really bad job on training your workers.

My daughter and I were at the cafe. It was closing time. She and I sat at a table outside while Jane closed the register, chatting about the upcoming middle school dance. My wife joined us and locked the doors. "Wanna come with me?" she asked, patting the bag of money in her hand awaiting deposit at the bank across the street. Sally jumped up, eager, no doubt, to get one of the suckers from the candy dish that the bank kept at it's counter. "I'll warm up the truck," I said, fishing my keys from my pocket. My wife nodded in approval and walked me to the truck, kissing me on the cheek through the window after I entered, and again on glass after I rolled it up. They headed down the length of the truck and I turned to check the mirror when I saw it. A truck barreling down the road heading straight for my wife and daughter. I screamed her name and threw the door open when the hand that wasn't there was suddenly jerked to the opposing side of the truck, holding me in place as I kicked and screamed. The kiss on the glass of the window was the last I ever got, and the hand never let go

The wind whistled through the dark night as I waited for my mom’s car to pull into the school parking lot. Soon, it was just me under the glow of the gym door light. I called my mom. No answer. After dialing his number, my dad’s voice came across my phone saying he would be there in a few minutes. Eventually I was climbing into the truck covered in concrete dust, evidence of my dad’s long day at work.

I have been to many of your establishments before, and honestly love QT more than the other gas-stations that you are in competition with; but the food recently has been getting worse and worse. My brother, recently ate one of your pizzas and got food poisoning. That in itself is very disappointing and infuriating. I like to think I can choose QT over anywhere else, but with the food becoming worse, I do not know if it is safe. I am hoping that you can address this problem and make the food safe again so I can continue to be a loyal

I rushed downstairs to see my mom standing in front of the glass door looking into our back yard. "How did you get him out?", She asked not looking at me. "It was physically impossible to open the front door.", She stated turning around sitting her coffee

As Peter cautiously knocked on the black and gold door, he listened as the same deep voice, said the same response, “one second!” He got chills, that ran throughout his entire body, but felt hot like the feeling Peter had felt many years ago. He feared his father once again. Wondering what would happen at the very second when his father opens the doors. He had felt a feeling of fear, like the one he would get when his dad came home drunk. The one similar he used to feel. The one Peter has not felt ever again, until this very moment.