Personal Narrative : My Birthday Party

The party ended up not being the complete disaster, I was expecting. I managed to divert most of the inconvenient questions, giving my nice fake smile and saying everything was fine. The girls noticed my hair and went all night, telling me how beautiful I am as a redhead, and that I should have painted that color a long time ago, as I always said I wanted. I didn’t tell them it's been a year or so that I am not a brunette anymore.

A couple friends suggested that I go to this party. I hate parties, but I figured it was a good opportunity to see new faces that I could sketch.

Me and my sister decide to throw a small house party. We really didn 't plan it right because we had

Halloween party- At the Chanhassen Rex Center halloween party I helped out by running a game and handing out prizes, I also helped with the clean up

I have always been the type of kid who was too scared to have a party, or have people come over while my parents were at work. Ok, so i take that back one night while my parents were asleep i invited a guy over. But over the summer I had too many chores to do to even worry about having people over, and plus i was too scared of how much trouble i would get into with my mom and step dad.

That was surely the best part of my day. Phyllis and Sylvia both had to go to the principal’s office for the rest of the day! Maybe my birthday wasn’t all bad after

I had a princess cake and some Disney princesses on top. Best birthday party ever. I remember going to a new school in 4th grade. I didn’t want to start school there but I ended up liking it very much. I’ve known my friends more than 4 years from Cedar Rapids. When we moved to Dubuque I ended up breaking my thumb. And I had to wear a cast for a month. For my 12th birthday we had cake and ice cream. And I’m doing other stuff too like HENNA!!!!!!! Might go to

The party started at 9 o clock pm and around 9:30 pm there was about three hundred people there it was packed. He started charging people five dollars a person, you could hear the crowd sigh in utter agony. I didn’t have to pay I was on the V.I.P list and I skipped the line. As I walked past the line I could feel the sense of being stared at by the eyes from the crowd. As soon as you approach the ten-foot door, a six foot five inch two hundred fifty-pound security guard was guarding the door. He patted me down as I let him check

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.

The first person to show up to my party was M, then G and J. After them Ma, S, T, and H got there. We did Cake and Presents and then M, Ma, S, and I went to my little brother’s football game, it was in Soda springs. When we got there it was so cold and I couldn’t stand it.

“Hold on, Kendra,” I said quickly as two particular girls tried to hide the fact that they had pulled out there cell phones. “Let me take you off speaker and give you my cell number and the one at the house. Call me back on my cell so I can replace your old number. Don’t forget to give your mom my house number or my mom is going to break my neck. Hold on.”

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!

many people. We all went to the pub she used to work at afterwards and

"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.

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.