Personal Narrative-My 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.

The incident took place three days after my birthday. I have received an assortment of condolences in my lifetime, but this one definitively trounced its comrades.

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

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 came home from school and laid on my bed mentally exhausted from the work I had been doing for the past 7 hours. I kicked my shoes off and got up to turn on the light, I flicked the light switch and started to walk away before realizing the light didn’t turn on. I flicked it off and on a few more times before going to the living room to look for my mom. ‘Mommmm” I said “Are you home?” I walk down the hall “The powers off again” Realizing she isn’t home I go back to my room and go to bed.

I grab a white glass bowl from the cabinet and set it on the counter. I grab a box of fruity pebbles and pour some in a bowl. I grab the milk and pour some milk in the bowl. I sit at the table all by myself and eat my cereal in silence. I should make sure my mom and dad are already awake. I walk down the hall and into my parents room. I walk in and notice the bathroom light glowing from under the door. I look to the bed and notice my mom still sleeping. I walk to the bed and tap her arm. "What" "It's 7:30" I reply. "Okay, I'm getting up

Everything seemed so beautiful, and new. We soon arrived at the hotel in which we were to be staying at and where my mother’s convention was to be held also. We all had gotten out the car and unloaded it, so that my dad can park it. My mother walked in, me, my brother, and my grandmother following behind her. She proceeded to check in and we continued to follow her to the elevator, down the hall, and proceeded into our set room. I flopped on the bed and soaked in the comfort of the plush hotel bed. My mother had to change and get down to her meeting downstairs, and proceeded to do so. My father had walked in the room and helped her get ready as my brother and I were applied the task of finding the television channels. After my mother had made her way to her meeting, Curtis and I proceeded down stairs to the pool room, where we had splashing fun for almost two hours, until our mother had came to get us. We all had returned upstairs and we had asked our mother how her meeting went. She replied that it went very well and proceeded to open the hotel room door. We walked in, our grandmother laying on the bed and our dog right beside her. We all had watched television until we all retired to our beds for much needed

So it began. She had me pose in front of the red and yellow flowers that sat on the old, brown table, just outside our front door. The pristine white of the railing glowed to my right. I was wearing the closest thing my mom could get to a school uniform. It was an ill-fitting, plaid-blue dress over about three white shirts, the outermost of which had long, hot sleeves. I hated how the awkward dress felt scratchy on my legs and how my stockings were far too tight. My frizzy, brown hair tickled my neck. I hated that I felt every layer of fabric as it pushed the dress out. I could tell it made me look like a blueberry. I just knew

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

I woke up the next morning at four o’clock to my dad and uncles laughing. I walked into the next room and saw them all sitting around a table drinking coffee. “Hurry up and get ready, we’re about to head out,” said Mike. “Okay, hold on,” I said. I walked into my room and threw on my clothes. I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the coffee. I grabbed the biggest cup I could find and filled the cup with coffee. Mike yelled something and I hurried outside so we could leave. I jumped in the car and we drove to the

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!

"Honey, I'm done packing the stuff!" My mom called from the car. She left the door swinging wide open, so it was easy for me to hear her. I threw in my clothes and just about everything I owned into my three suitcases. "What am I forgetting? I know there's something I'm missing." I muttered to myself. Crap. All my toiletries. All of them. I raced to the bathroom and grabbed the bag barely noticing it. "Coming!" I shouted, practically jumping down three, four steps at a time. "Oh, sweetie. You look gorgeous." My mom cooed. I looked down at my yellow, short, summer dress with pink, red, and, orange flowers on it. I gave her a smile.

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.