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Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story

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“Mom, my stomach hurts,” I whined to my Mother for about the tenth time. “MOOOOOOOOOM!” I yelled in a whisper sort of way. I was sitting with my Mom, Dad, and brother watching a play in a vast theatre with only about a fourth of the seats taken. We were on a Disney cruise, and I was still in awe that I couldn’t feel the boat rocking. My Mom finally decided to have us exit the theatre and leave the dazzling princesses with brightly colored dresses and fake crowns behind.
“Maybe you’re just hungry,” my Mom decided as my family of four shuffled through the hallway with the vibrant Mickey Mouse carpet. “Yeah, yeah I think that’s it!” My little seven year old head bounced up and down as I clenched my stomach with both arms and twirled in a circle. “So...h-h-hungry!” “Hurry up, Howie!” My Dad said to my 5 year old little brother who hardly made it into the glass elevator. As we started going up to our floor, my stomach started to rumble and it felt like there was a black hole forming in it.
“How about this,” my Mom whispered as we wandered through the long and narrow hallway to our room, “you can eat some of the snacks we have back in the room and we’ll chill out until dinner.” “Sounds good to me,” I groaned miserably. The pain in my stomach had slowly been getting worse and worse as time went on. It felt as if someone was angrily playing the drums in my stomach. “So….so hungry!” I moaned one last time before we went into our room.
Once we got into our messy room I grabbed some snacks from a gallon ziplock bag that had been laying on the floor. I then hopped up on the queen-sized bed with the green and white pillows and blankets that smelled strongly of fresh-scented laundry detergent. The bed was somehow shoved in between the two walls of the tiny hotel room. In a hungry haste I started gorging on the cheap processed foods and fruits. Within a few minutes numerous snacks such as fruit bars, goldfish, and bananas had made their way into my storming stomach. Even after eating all of that, I was still hungry, or at least that’s what I thought the throbbing pain in my stomach was telling me. So I kept on eating. By the time I was done the ziplock bag that was originally filled to the brim was now empty

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